Like all ideas, this one just popped into my head. Just statin', this is Pein's attack.
Extremely short because this is just setting the scene, the following chapters will be longer.
Feel free to review, it'd be nice.
He was too late. A thick layer of blood and disfigured limbs stretched out over Konoha. She had fallen, the great leaves now black and burnt, and she would not awaken. Naruto-centric
An orange flash.
The whispering sounds of wind blowing gently against a loosely worn cloak.
"Uzumaki Naruto has arrived!" clamoured an ecstatic voice, haltingly opening his eyes.
The voice travelled throughout the scape, echoing and echoing, until it ceased to exist.
Late.
That what Kakashi was. Not him.
He was never late, he wasn't late, and never would be late.
His eyes darted from corner to corner, observing, waiting for the painful illusion to diminish and revert back to the astounding, towering village it was.
It is. He corrected himself.
He waited for his worried, yet furious teammate to unleash her wrath upon him, a fist now wanted; now needed.
And he waited.
A thick layer of blood and disfigured limbs stretched over Konohagakure.
The leaves of the great tree now scattered and burnt.
The great fire had come.
The Fate that decreed he was not worthy of happiness returned.
The death of his beloved sensei , whom he had only insulted and pranked unknowing of what awaited. Unknowing and oblivious to the death that clutched all. The man whom had died the most appropriate, yet disdainful way.
The death of a warrior was never a peaceful one.
The man who had brutally murdered his family, and had now mercilessly slaughtered his life, and even more mercilessly spared him.
Akatsuki.
They were after him. Everyone he had acquainted himself, dead, because of the beast that resided in him.
Because he was late.
If only.