The tall raven man looked down at the other raven lying on the ground. The rain that was falling from the sky washed away all the blood that was shed in their long and brutal fight. The man lying on the ground was breathing his last breaths, being the unlucky opponent of the fight. He had a long gash running from the top of his right shoulder, down his exposed chest and stopped at his left hip bone. The cut was deep, and damaged his vital organs, making him vulnerable to his opponent. He also suffered sever cuts and bruiser everywhere on his body. His eyes were open, but glazed over making it look like he couldn't see. The shorter raven's heart beats became weaker and weaker, beating less frequently. As his last heart beat was coming around, he slowly turned his head to his standing opponent, locking obsidian eyes with obsidian eyes. The shorter raven's hair was plastered on his forehead because of the heavy rain. His eyes slowly closed, not long after, his chest stopped raising and falling.

The taller raven turned away, and started to walk away slowly. As he was about the exit the large clearing that once held the two men fighting for their lives, he turned his head around, looking back at the figure lying still in the middle of the field. His eyes did not soften, nor did they harden. They stayed emotionless, just as they always did. Although, something flashed through them, lasting only a quarter of a second, something that only someone with keen eyes would notice… sadness. As quickly as the emotion flashed through his eyes, he turned his head away, and uttered three words that echoed throughout the clearing.

"Foolish little brother."

And Sasuke Uchiha was left alone and dead.

It was dark; that is what most people would say after they die. But, for me, it was worst than just dark. It was nothing. I was surrounded by nothing. I could see nothing, feel nothing, and hear nothing. It couldn't even feel me. I felt numb, as if my whole body was asleep, and wasn't waking up. People say that when someone dies, they see "The Light" and slowly walk towards it, going to heaven, or whatever the hell is up there. For me, it started with nothing, and well you know the rest.

I know I'm dead. I don't want to believe myself, but the truth hurts. There is so much I need to fulfill. I haven't even killed Itachi. He just looked at me emotionless while I was obviously dying. That moment was probably the worst moment in my life. Seeing Itachi there, watching me as my heart seized to beat. As my breathing became shallow, and my body became still. My whole life was fixated on revenge for what he had done to our clan. I was going to kill him with my own hands. I was so very close too, he was getting weaker and weaker, one last strike with Chidori to his chest, and he was finished, but he got to me before I did, cutting a large gash from my right shoulder to my left hip. It hurt then, but now I'm pretty sure it's gone, just like my senses.

I can't believe I thought I was strong enough to defeat my older brother. I had trained, and trained while in Orochimarus clutches, getting stronger every day. I was strong enough to stop Orochimaru from getting my body. I later found out that the snake hid in my body. Somehow, I released him, and Itachi finished him off for me. At that one moment, I felt something I haven't felt towards my brother since I was eight… love. That feeling quickly left once he finished killing Orochimaru. I once again felt the pure hatred for him. We resumed our fighting. I was hanging on the low supply of chakra that was left within me, and so was Itachi. Like I said, I also had him dead, but he beat me to it. Now here I am, in a place were I can only think, nothing else.

After a moment of silence in my head, I let my thoughts wander to the days were nothing mattered and I was assigned to Team 7 with Sakura and Naruto. We were a bad team at the beginning. None of us would work together, to intent on doing things on our own, too busy with fighting. Well Naruto did the fighting, Sakura would tell him to shut up, and I would just watch. There was not one day that I haven't thought of the team. I think I missed Naruto the most. Between our constant fighting and Naruto trying to defeat me at something, I can say that we were best friends. It may not seem like it, but I regret trying to kill him. I will never admit it out loud, I still have my pride, even though no one will see it anymore.

Though before, every time thoughts of Naruto would pop up in my mind, an odd feeling would flutter in my stomach. I would pass it off as guilt for trying to kill him at the Valley of the End. I would actually dream about him the nights when I wasn't suffering from insomnia. One day though, I figured out why whenever my thoughts would wander to the dobe and why my heart would clench. I loved the stupid loser. I always had. My heart knew that I did, but I mind took longer to figure it out. It took so long because who would think that Sasuke Uchiha could love someone, especially not someone like Naruto. I also had really bad timing because I had betrayed the village, and if I would go back, the Hokage would surely send me to my death. I beat her too it though.

Now, it was too late to return and get him to be mine. Though I doubt he would have been interested in me.

As those thoughts finished, swirls of red swirled around me. I could feel my senses returning to me, and I could faintly hear voices, people talking. I heard a voice that I haven't heard in a long time, a very loud and obnoxious voice. I grimaced at the volume he used. Naruto was always too loud for his own good. I then smiled, remembering all the times Sakura and I would yell at him to shut up. I was happy, I didn't know hearing his voice could make me this happy, it was very soothing and angelic, making me forget about my predicament.

The swirls formed into scenes.

Surrounding me, were images and scenes of Naruto. I could see and hear him brushing his teeth, walking down the streets of Konoha, on missions, eating ramen, talking with Sakura. There were probably hundreds of them, turning around me.

Naruto really has changed since the last time I had seen him three years ago. He grew a few inches, and his face lost its roundness, and now it was sharper and well defined. He wore less orange, which was a good thing. I had to say, he looked good.

There were too many images around me to look at them all. I tried to see all of them, but suddenly, they all faded except for one. It stretched out, making itself bigger. I focused my eyes on it. Naruto was in the Hokages office, talking with Tsunade.

"Hey! Old Hag! You wanted to see me?" I shook my head, he may look different, but he was still the disrespectful kid from before.

"I have some news for you." Naruto looked confused, usually she would have yelled at him for calling her an old hag. "We got news from Itachi."

I widened my eyes in shock. Did she say Itachi? He went back to Konoha?

"What? Did you capture him?"

Tsunade sighed, "No kid, he brought a messenger here. He told us about Sasuke." Tsunade looked Naruto in the eyes and continued, "He told us that Sasuke is dead."

I inwardly winced slightly. It hurt hearing that I was dead. I still haven't gotten used to it, and I don't think I ever will.

Naruto blinked. And blinked again. I thought he was going to yell and say that he was going to kill Itachi, but I was shocked to see that he just turned and walked away, leaving a confused Tsunade at her desk. The image showed Naruto walk down the streets of Konoha, and towards his apartment. My face stayed blank, not one emotion passed through his beautiful blue eyes.

I had never seen his apartment, and I am glad I had not before. There was graffiti on his door, holes caused by rocks in his window and rats running around his room. I flinched a bit; I had never known he lived in suck a mess.

Naruto walked to his bed and sat on it. It zoomed in on his face and I saw a lone tear fall down his face.

"T-teme." he muttered the name he would always call me. He then lied back down in his bed and started to cry silently.

The last scene faded away and the darkness returned. The only difference from before is that I could see, feel, hear and talk. I wish I couldn't feel, because right now, my heart- or whatever is there right now- felt like it was going to explode. Seeing a person you love after so long, and seeing him cry because of you all in one sitting is not good for someone. I felt so useless, not being able to do anything to help him. I just wanted to reach out and hug him. I'll never be able to do that now, I'll never be able to comfort him, wipe away his tears and whisper soothing words into his ears.

"Naruto..." Was that my voice? It sounded so... full of emotion. My voice has never held so much emotion all at once before. I was confused though, was he crying because I was gone? This wasn't supposed to happen. Naruto was supposed to be happy that his rival was gone. Although, it would hurt seeing him happy as if I never existed.

Around me, the darkness subsided and I found myself in a tunnel. It was an old tunnel, made with chipped red bricks.

"What the...?" My words got stuck in my throat when I found my legs moving on their own down the tunnel. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. It was as if my legs had a mind of their own.

I could see a faint red light at the end. Was I finally going to leaving this dark place? I was almost there, he red light growing bigger and brighter.

My legs suddenly halted. I tried to move my legs, laughing triumphantly when my right leg lifted upwards. I slowly continued the walk to the light. I was about ten feet away from it. The light was so bright; I had to narrow my eyes to see in front of me. I stopped when I heard a strange noise that I haven't heard since I was in Konoha, living in my old house. It was faint, but I could still hear it. Rigging. I phone rigging.

A phone? I got closer and I could hear a woman's voice. The red light in front of me showed me nothing. I slowly raised my hand and lifted it towards the light. I thought that putting my hand through the red light would feel like nothing, but I felt a slight tingling feeling were my hand was being touched by the light. Deeming it safe, I walked in to the light, shutting my eyes from the sudden brightness. I walked further into the light and slowly opened my eyes when there was no longer a blinding light. I blinked in confusion. I was in a room, not an ordinary room. One with red chairs lined up on the walls. Between some of the chairs, I could see magazines. All kinds of them. Sports, Fashion, home decor. I turned my head to the right and saw a woman behind a desk, talking on a phone while typing something unknown to me on her computer.

'That explains the ringing and the voice.'

The woman had bright red hair and freckles on her face. On her red blouse was a name plate with the name Faith printed on it. Apparently, her name is Faith.

I tore my gaze from the woman named Faith and looked around the room once again. There was no one else in the room with me, except for the woman on the phone, aka Faith. The walls were painted a deep red, the color of blood. What was with this place and the color red? Everything was red, the chairs, the walls, even the woman's hair and outfit was red. This place was weird.

There were no windows either, just florescent lights on the ceiling, illuminating the room with no natural light whatsoever.

This was probably the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, wasn't I just surrounded by nothing? Now I'm standing in what seems to be a waiting room. What am I waiting for anyway? I walked up to one of the red chairs located beside a burgundy table. I noticed when I sat down that I was still wearing my normal attire, sword and all. The difference was that I had blood stains on me. I winced remembering the pain. My hand ran over my chest, seeing as my cut was completely gone and also all of my bruises. Well I was dead, and they wouldn't leave you with your death scar on you and littered with marks.

I became very bored waiting for whatever I am supposed to wait for, so I grabbed the first magazine on the pile beside me. I sighed, noticing that it was a knitting magazine. I decided that this would be the only time I would get to learn how to crochet, so I opened it and began to skim through. I was absentmindedly flipping through the magazine, looking at the photos of sweaters, tuques and mittens when I heard the phone hit the receiver. I looked up and saw the woman flipping through the largest book I've ever seen. Its jacket was old brown leather. I turned back to my book when she first spoke to me.

"Sasuke Uchiha?"

I looked up at her again and saw her smile brightly at me. I glared back, but it did nothing to stop the biggest smile I have seeing from growing. She was really starting to scare me, and it takes a lot too frighten an Uchiha. Just show us large amounts of emotion and we'll be running home crying. If I don't leave soon, I'm sure I'll find a way to kill myself. Again?

After five minutes of staring frighteningly at the Godzilla of smiles, I nodded, still glaring daggers at her, silently telling her to continue.

Her smile didn't falter; it just grew bigger-if that's even possible-and she continued. "Well, Mr. Uchiha, the Devil would like to see you now."

My glare slipped off my face, leaving my face blank while one lone thought ran through my head.

'Oh Crap.'

TBC