It was simply impossible what had befallen you. That your downfall was... love.
You were one of the greatest heroes of Jianghu. Others would claim you were one of the worse villains that ever walked beneath the heavens.
And yet, it didn't matter. Your skills, your peerless might and command of your inner energy. All of it useless in the matters of the heart.
In the face of true companionship, good wine, hot food, you had fallen. Drawn to the light and purity of that swordsman from the Mount Hua Sect. That carefree laughter.
Truly, the world was cruel as you came to the realization that you and he could never be together. That the ways of the orthodox style that he followed and the unorthodox style that you had traveled down were simply incompatible as surely as day could not mix with night, no matter how much you loved him and he you.
In a different life, perhaps you and he would have been soul-mates, two halves to a single whole.
And now, the wind fluttered around you as you fell down Black Cliff, spreading wide your raiment of crimson. The wound inflicted by him burned your breast, the pain of his blow hurting your heart more than the actual wound itself.
The impact of the sea beneath Black Cliff hurt as much as you had expected.
And you sank into the darkness... the cold leeching away at your inner energy. There was no point to continuing on, and so you allowed the world to devour you.
You were a single mote of light in an endless sea of darkness.
And even the least of light can gutter out.
Without [direction].
There was nothing but darkness.
You are one with the darkness. The darkness is all that exists.
And it is you. You are it. And thus. You are the world.
The bells rang in the darkness, casting waves of unyielding sound.
Piercing sharp like that of a night watchman's.
Ponderously low much like that of a temple's.
They ring and ring.
Calling to you with their clarion sound.
Demanding you.
You knew you should resist.
But you couldn't... you had been devoured by the darkness...
And so you were pulled in the unending darkness, drawn by the bells.
Come.
Now.
HERE.
An eternity later.
Or perhaps an endless moment.
You were pulled into the cold, harsh light shinning in your eyes.
You drew breath and you cried. Wailed at being pulled from the darkness, even as you slowly forgot what came before the warm darkness.
"It's a boy. Congratulations, Hokage-sama." There was a coldness to this man's voice that makes you feel distrust and danger from him.
There was warmth in the woman's voice who responded. "His name... His name is Naruto."
"It's a good name." There was love in this man's voice, along with strength.
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Crimson Gold Fishcake : Birth
Naruto / Xiao Ao Jiang Hu / ?!
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Writer's Notes : Nyahahahahahahahaha~
An orange Fishcake!
This is a quasi-rewrite / reboot of my Pink Blossom Quest found on Spacebattles and Questionable Questing. This time, it's going to be a story.