Title: Parallel Ripples
Rating: PG13-ish for the time being. May increase in later chapters.
Spoilers: AU, Future-fic, Naruto-verse/Road to Ninja (RTN) Crossover
Disclaimer: None of the recognizable characters are mine, except for the OCs. Oh, woe is me.
Summary: When their home was attacked, two dark haired boys were sent back in time by their father to find out that no one was acting the way they were supposed to. Exhibit A: Why is their father a suicidal psychopathic criminal instead of the carefree easygoing man who flirts with every women he comes across? Was the Time Seal compromised or was it something else?
A/N: This prologue chapter is just me testing the water, to see if anyone (other than me) wants to read something like this.
Chapter 1 is mostly done, apart from minor editing so it should be up soon.
Parallel Ripples: Prologue
He woke up with a strangled gasp.
Blazing sharingan stared into blue summer sky before one of his hand tightened on the hilt of his bloody katana while the other instinctively fisted around the fabric of his younger brother's shirt, anchoring the unconscious boy to him. He moved swiftly into a crouch; senses reeling, muscles tightening as he held himself rigid, his ears still ringing with loud screams and the screeching of metal against metal. He shuddered, the smell of blood, his blood, was ripe in the air.
He blinked, still struggling to breath, before blinking again and then again when he realized that the fight was just in his head and that it was all behind him. That only meant one thing, his father had done it. The seal held. The jutsu worked. They're here. Whenever here was.
After making sure that there was no unidentified chakra in the vicinity, he stood, somewhat wobbly. He clenched his jaw at the state of his unsteady feet and after making sure his brother was still breathing, he launched himself onto one of the trees, scaling the side of the trunk as quickly as he could. The boy crouched on the tip of the swaying tree, his depleted chakra working hard to keep his balance as he studied his surroundings.
His heart thumped loudly in his ears when he spotted the Hokage Tower standing tall in the midst of a bustling and thriving village. His last memory of that place was of a smoldering pile of rubble. Apparently, his father really does know what he was doing.
So, the village was intact, untouched. There was no sign of any battle as the villagers were hurrying to and from their destinations without worry. The fact that there were only five heads carved into the mountain instead of the familiar seven cemented the fact that this was not the Konoha that he knew.
He suppressed a shiver at the result of his father's action. Tou-san, what did you do? What are you going to make me do? The boy jumped from his perch and landed a couple of feet from where his brother lay. Still clutching the katana, he quickly pulled the young boy to him. After a quick search for any unseen injuries, (he was just out cold with a couple of superficial wounds) he sheathed his sword and hoisted the boy up before standing unsteadily. The young boy's head lolled on his brother's shoulder, his black hair plastered to his skull with sweat, his chubby arms swinging slowly with the boy's stiff stride.
After a few steps, the boy grimaced and kept his right elbow pressed against his throbbing ribs. The added pressure dimmed the pain somewhat. From experience, he knew that he had most likely cracked or maybe even broken one or a couple of them. For some reason, the nins he had been fighting with seemed to have a fondness to turn his ribs into a moving target practice. With a grunt, he hitched the younger boy higher, clamping his arm around the boy's thigh. He took a couple of short breaths before blinking, sharingan deactivated as pain finally started to blaze through his nervous system. He stood silently for a few seconds, grimacing while he willed his heart rate to slow down, his agile mind quickly coming to a decision.
They had talked about the jutsu, his father and him, when his father was in the early stages of fiddling with the seal, but what to do after the jutsu was never discussed. They both had thought that it was a long long shot and the probability of that ever happening was close to miniscule and now that he was here, he had no idea what to do. For a heartbeat, he missed mother's warm presence, his father's unfaltering strength. Swallowing the rush of homesickness with a grunt, Uchiha Hajime made his way to the Hokage's Tower.
As anyone from Konoha would attest to, when you're in trouble, alert the Hokage.
And Kami-knows, how much trouble he was in now.
To be continued...
A/N: Self-betaed so I'll probably (definitely) missed a lot of stuff. Anyone who's interested to help me out, please let me know. I'll love you forever!