Ashura

Prologue: All The Evils Of The World

Authors Note-

This started after a question my friend asked me a couple of weeks ago.

I won't spoil anything here but suffice to say I have somewhere around 35 pages of notes for this story and I haven't even finished part one yet so this is your first look at the story you don't really get told all that much but I hope you guys are a little interested.

Also no this has not been edited or BETA'd, if/when chapter 1 gets done I'll do it then.

Anyway enough of my talking, or writing as the case may be please enjoy.

Oh, and no I don't know when I'll finish the next chapter of anything.

Story Start-

I can taste blood.

My left arm, by the feeling of things it's most likely fractured in at least three places. But compared against the rest of my body it's probably in the least amount of pain.

My right leg, at least five fractures and I'm fairly certain I ripped just about every muscle in it, probably a few tendons as well now that I think about it.

Rib Cage, Shattered. Underneath that I'm fairly certain that my internal organs are at the very least ruptured, that is if a few haven't been outright destroyed.

My neck is killing me but I don't think there's actually been any damage done to it, same as my skull and jaw. My nose however is quite clearly broken, I can feel the blood running down and back into my throat, I'm not choking on it yet but it's a near thing really.

The man across from me really isn't any different than I am when it comes to injuries, his right arm has been virtually destroyed.

His left leg seems to be just as damaged as my own right.

I know for a fact there's not a rib in his body that I haven't broken and that his organs probably are just as bad or worse than my own.

In an ironic twist of fate his nose is in the same condition as mine is. I kind of hope that the blood that must be sliding down his throat at this point is choking him worse than mine is but that's probably just wishful thinking on my part.

The man in front of me once told me that peace is a delusion, what the hell he's probably right but fuck I'm all about delusions.

The Delusion that I could save everyone from an unhappy ending.

The Delusion that I could help Obito, save him from the end I think we both knew was coming.

The Delusion that everyone could understand each other.

You know what fuck it lets add The Delusion that I could have free all you can eat Ramen from Ichiraku's to that list while we're at it. I dreamed that when I was what? 12? 13? I don't even remember anymore.

Which is strange really, because I can usually remember dreams that concern Ramen.

So you know what fine, I'm quite happy to add the delusion that peace can exist when people understand each other to that list I mean I can't possibly be any worse than the others. Hell I think I might even be able to pull that one off despite everything, even if I most likely will do so posthumously.

I look at the man before me, his Sharingan looks into my eyes but I know my power will prevent any illusion from ensnaring my senses, suck on that you stupid over powered pieces of shit!

His name was Uchiha Madara and he was my one true opponent, no one else.

Not the fierce swordsman I faced on my first C Rank.

Not his helper that, while seemingly cruel, was actually so kind.

Not that Snake Bastard, or his little silver haired ass puppet for that matter.

Not the Akatsuki.

Not the man with the eyes of Rikudo.

Not even Obito, who by the end of everything was just a pawn in Madara's plan, who in turn was a pawn of someone else.

No all of them didn't matter now that my one true enemy was before me.

I draw air into my lungs, they're on fire by the way just in case you wanted to know.

My blue eyes harden as I slip into my stance, my body getting ready for the explosion of action that is about to happen. This wont turn into a battle of Ninjutsu or Genjutsu, we're both to worn out to even try using those. So all that's left is Taijutsu, no skill involved, just a simple brawl to the death.

You know even as a ninja I've never had to use those words before, funny really in this profession it kind of seems like something I'd say more often.

To be completely honest there's not really much point in me attacking Madara right now, if I just leave him he'll be dead in the next few minutes anyway. But that doesn't matter he almost managed to complete his Moon's Eye Plan once, I'm not going to give him another chance, no matter how unlikely it may seem, to pull it off.

But then again I guess the same could be said for me, unless old man Rikudo chooses to step in again I won't last past the next few minutes either, so I may as well spend my time productively and since I can't spend it with the ones I love I guess I'll have to settle for killing the man I hate.

Madara steps forward, I do the same.

There's not much time left for either of us.

He needs to kill me to, at the very least attempt, to fulfil his wish.

I need to kill him to destroy his wish.

"AHRHHAH!" Madara roars and kicks off the ground, closing the distance between us.

"GRAHHRARRRA!" My overworked throat splits at the back, I can taste more blood now but I could not let his war cry go unanswered, my pride would not allow it.

Madara's fist swings out with a speed he thinks I can't avoid, I force my heavily damaged right leg to move the way I want it to and that force makes it feel like someone just set my nerves on fire. Still the move was the important thing, I avoid his blow and crouch down by his side delivering a hard shot to his body. It doesn't matter what kind of defence he has, my attack is meant to damage the inside not the outside.

Kind of like the Juken but less girly.

You know I actually told that to Neji once...he didn't speak to me for a week after.

I don't waste any time, I kick up at him with lightning fast legs.

Well at least they're lightning fast for an almost dead man...cut me some slack I am literally dying here.

Madara is sent several meters back by the impact of my strike, that kick was strong enough to break bones. Actually considering where I hit him I probably just ruptured his stomach if it wasn't already, good that would cause him a bit more pain and Madara in pain would always be a good thing in my book.

Taking the shortest route to the target without showing any signs of the initial movement. A straight line and a circle, a technique that is meant to damage the inside instead of the outside, though admittedly it took me years to get my art to that point.

Kaihei Seki: Roku Kyokudo Kobushi, Opening Gate: Six Extremes Fist.

The style of Taijutsu passed down to me by Ashura.

Honestly compared against how I usually am able to use the style my attacks against Madara are lacklustre. However considering he wasn't able to counter them my sub-par use of the style seems to be enough against a dying man. However even with that attack Madara is still standing meaning that this fight isn't over just yet.

I can see it in his eyes, his body is tensing up getting ready for our next engagement. This time he's going to be ready for me.

There's nothing else for it I simply have to be faster than him this time as well, I have to completely surpass that man in an exchange of fists.

I don't take my eyes off Madara as he closes in like a spark, my eyes must stay focused I can't afford to miss a single move less it end with my own death. Granted I am going to die either way but I refuse to let that happen before I send this bastard to hell.

I don't care about some millennia old wish or even the end of this small world anymore.

No.

For Uzumaki Naruto defeating this enemy is the last remaining purpose.

"ARGGRGRG!" A roar more animalistic than human is ripped from my enemies throat and I can't help but answer it.

"GRHRGRHHHAAA!" The roar is just like his, more animal than man.

His fist comes forward at the same time as my own, I must surpass him no matter what.

However as his fist comes towards me I can't help remember the events that led me here, back all those years ago before I earned all the titles that people had given me, before I earned the title that I both deserved and hated with all my heart and soul.

Nakamagoroshi no Naruto, Friend Killer Naruto.

Ah yes that's right, it was so long ago...

Prologue End.

Next Time: First Steps