"talking"
thinking
"Summons/Demons talking"
Summons/Demons Thinking
Story
Broken Dreams - Prologue
Kakashi ran through the forest, jumping from tree to tree. He was wearing the outfit he had become known for, a dark gray shirt covered by the vest he had received when he had made chunin, darks pants and boots, with the addition of iron guard gloves which he kept from his time in the ANBU black ops. Like always he was wearing one of his trademark masks, which covered the bottom half of his face, and a slanted forehead protector which covered his left eye. His silver-white hair was damp with sweat, and his muscles ached.
He was running late. He knew that his habit attracted the annoyances of those who knew him, but this was one a whole new level. This wasn't like being late to training sessions or trips to the Hokage's office. This wasn't even like being late for missions. This was a matter of life or death. Two of his pupils, two of his precious people, were locked in battle, and neither of them would back down from it. Naruto had made a promise to Sakura. He would go above and beyond to bring sasuke back, he would do everything in his power to keep that promise. Sasuke was too proud to surrender and his drive to become stronger would force him to fight naruto to the end, if only to prove that he could.
The silver haired jonin pumped his chakra into his legs, forcing them to their very limits.
He prayed that he would reach them before it was too late...
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Sasuke stood over his friend, deep in thought. He had forced the cursed seal back, and knew that he had won. But the victory felt hollow. Naruto had had the chance to kill him but he had restrained himself. Rather than slash his neck with the claws he had manifested, he had chosen to scratch through his hitai-ite. sasuke couldn't understand it, he had tried his hardest to wound and even kill Naruto during their clash but the blond had always been restraining himself. Even when that red chakra had covered his body he hadn't made the move to kill him, even though he could have done so. Naruto hadn't needed to disregard the many chances to win the fight. Maybe he had been looking out for his friends as he had said? Even after all Sasuke had done, was Naruto still willing to risk his life to "save" him?
But that didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was to gain the power he needed to kill his brother. Itachi had overpowered him without breaking a sweat in his last fight, and he couldn't allow it to happen again. Without receiving training from Orichimaru he would stand no chance against his older brother and even then it might not be enough. Sasuke knew that the Mangeyko Sharingan was the fastest way of increasing his own power, and it could easily be obtained here and now. If he killed his best friend he would meet the requirements to unlock the next form of the uchiha's dojutsu.
He walked towards his unconscious teammate, pulling a broken kunai from the holster in his leg. The blade was unfit for throwing, it had been all but shattered when Naruto's chain of clones had slammed him into the valley walls, but the edge was still razor sharp. He pressed the kunai to his friends neck, drawing blood, but hesitated. If he did this to achieve power, would he be any better than Itachi? He remembered the accusations leveled on his brother when Shisui Uchiha had been killed. There had been no solid proof, but he was the only Uchiha besides Shisui who had been missing from a clan meeting on the day of Shisui's death. And of course no one could have possibly killed an Uchiha as skilled as Shisui, except for another member of the clan.
Sasuke stood up and threw the kunai away. He wouldn't seek power by following in Itachi's footsteps. As the avenger turned and slowly walked away, he felt a hand reach out and grab his foot
"I'm...not Finished...with You...yet" Naruto whispered, keeping himself from falling into unconsciousness by the force of his willpower alone. Sasuke couldn't believe it. He watched, stunned, as the battered boy in front of him struggled to his feet and assumed a fighting stance.
A fury, greater than what he had felt when using the cursed seal, rose up in Sasuke. This weakling had withstood his most powerful attacks and kept coming back for more. He had disgraced the Uchiha name by struggling to defeat this orphaned brat! He would finish this now!
He gathered up all that was left of his chakra and performed the hand seals, deactivating his Sharingan at the same time. He didn't deserve to use it again until this fool died at his hands!
"Chidori"
even as the ball of lightning formed in his hands he rushed towards his tormentor. The time had come. Now he would finally kill his brother and avenge his clan. Wait Sasuke thought, hesitating even as he made contact with his target naruto isn't my brother. His eyes widened as realization dawned. He had been lashing out at the only one who had cared enough to come after him, Because he had been treating him as if he had been Itachi.
Even as he dispelled the chidori it was two late. The jutsu moved straight through his friends sternum and electrified the heart. Stray currents of lightning chakra burned lines in his arms and face, and slashed through his eyes. The Damage reacted to a previous wound and sliced open the regenarted tissue of his chest, where a previous chidori had clipped the orange wearing ninja.
As the blond fell to the ground and slipped into the river, Sasuke's eyes pricked with tears. He had killed his best friend. He had alienated all those who had cared for him. He had rejected the one person who would have really stood by him. All for a pointless vendetta. He collapsed without making a sound, already past exhaustion
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Kakashi broke through the tree line, at first seeing only the destruction that had been done to the Valley of the End. The carved statues of Madara Uchiha and Harashima Senju were both missing their legs and all around the rocky walls where cracks and holes. Some of the river was red with blood and there was a orange glow coming from the outcrop nearest him, as if it had been melted by a powerful fire technique.
As his eyes scanned the valley for his students he caught sight sasuke lying on the left side of the valley, beneath the statue of Madara, who looked unconcious but on the whole unharmed. Naruto on the other hand had drifted to the far end of the valley, almost out of his line of sight. A trail of blood followed his body. He quickly ran to the orange clad ninja, gasping at the extent of the damage. He pulled the boy to the shore and checked his pulse. As he ran towards sasuke, his mask became stained with tears.
He had arrived too late
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