EDITED: I changed the title, added some more, hopefully this made some of it clearer.
DISCIALMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF IT'S CHARCTERS! Though, if I or any other fanfic author did, Sakura would be dead and Naruto would be a girl, and she would be with either: Sasuke, Gaara, or Shika.
Authors Note: Hey guys, here is my new story! I started writting this before it lost in the poll choice. Well, only five chaps, one down.
WARNING: NARUTO IS A GIRL! SHE WENT TO THE DARK SIDE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Oh and lots of mention of sex.
SUMMERY: Naru dies after the 2nd fight at VOTE Kyuubi sends Naru back in time to an old friend of his who trains her and gets her in Akatsuki. Years pass and Naru grows more cold and bitter. Naru used to want happiness, now she wants death. Sasu changed in more ways than one, can he save her? Or fall deeper into darkness with her?
Words: 2, 451
Pages: 5
ENJOY!
Love After Death
Chapter 1
Three years had come and gone since I rescued and assisted in bringing Gaara back to life. A year since Uchiha and I had been meeting secretly.
I knew I was in love with him before he shoved a Chidori in the middle of my chest. Many others would let that love die or stop it completely.
I tried.
Trying never worked. I hated him for the betrayal, pain, and heartache he caused; but even after two in a half years I couldn't forget him.
Then I saw the bastard again. I hardened myself against him, he tried to break through every wall I had put between us, but it didn't work. Nothing seemed to work against him, did it?
No matter how emotionless he claimed to be, I saw the shock in his eyes; while my eyes were cold and cruel just like his. I had changed, I was no longer smiling for others—I didn't smile at all. I was closed off, letting no one in.
I had become him.
And what's more, is that he knew it; and he knew it was all because of him. Somehow that hurt him more than any physical wound ever could. I knew that he liked, maybe even loved, the old me. The me that was his opposite in every way.
Two years later, Itachi was dead and we met by pure chance. I was an ANBU then, hunting down info on Akatsuki.
I had to pass Valley of the End and he was there, sitting on Madara's head; watching the Valley. I didn't know what to do. His eyes soon found mine and we just stared at each other. He knew it was me, even with this mask on my face.
Sasuke then surprised me by patting a spot next to him. I surprised myself more by going and sitting next to him.
We sat in silence for a few hours, before I got up and went about my mission. That would be exactly what would happen whenever we met. Sometimes I would be sitting on the First Hokage's head—which meant that I was the first one there.
After a few months, he took of my mask and kissed me.
We were eighteen when he did a complete one eighty. Instead of silent sitting, kissing, or fucking, he attacked me.
I was close to Sannin level when I fought him. Ero-Sennin trained me to ANBU level before Akatsuki killed him. Baa-chan took it up and I soon became her second in command. I was lined up to be the next Hokage as well, before he attacked me.
All that training shot to hell when he attacked. I knew I wouldn't survive; I was already weakening. My charka and strength had been slowly being taken from me for a least the past four months.
I never showed anything.
Maybe if he knew this wouldn't have happened. Though, it's no use thinking of 'what if's' now.
"Why?" I growled as I dodged his word; his Chidori powered sword. There was no emotion showing on my face.
Uchiha didn't like that; he wanted to see some emotion. So, trying to get me to react to him, he slapped me. Did he think by pulling something Sakura did, that I would, in fact, react? I don't think so.
"Where's all that emotion you used to have? Where has all you're yelling gone? Dobe?"
My face was still blank as I showed nothing. "Teme!"
Sasuke chuckled. "That nickname no longer has any love behind it, dobe," then he paused, a smirk forming on his lips as he finally realized what really was happening. "Wait, you aren't playing, are you, dobe?"
I gripped my sword, powered by Wind, and attacked him.
"The Mangekyou Sharingan is only awakened by the death of your best friend. No, by killing you best friend. I didn't do it then, but now I am!"
Because I had been weakened for at least four months, he beat me easily; though I had put up a hell of a fight.
"I figured that you would have been extremely harder to kill than Itachi. What happened to all those years you spent training to get me back? Guess you still are dead last."
I laughed coldly. "You're really going to kill me for power?"
Uchiha considered me, I saw lust flash through his eyes and I knew he was thinking about us having sex together.
"I'll admit, you're a good fuck, but compared to the Mangekyou Sharingan?" he paused as if considering what he was saying. "Not worth it."
The raven powered up his Chidori charged sword and stabbed me in the chest.
Again, another fucking Chidori in the chest!
"I knew you were a murderer Sasuke," I coughed up blood. "But you kill an innocent unborn child?"
I watched in satisfaction as horror and realization flashed and consumed his eyes. Then I saw something else in those onyx colored eyes. Confusion. I didn't want to admit that maybe Madara had put him under a Jutsu and he didn't know it; that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't aware that he was fighting me. I was distracted from those pitying thoughts that swayed in the bastard's favor.
A smirk graced my lips. "Remember this bastard, because I know I will."
Kit, hang on.
I chuckled in my head. I'd love to hang on and give this child life, but I can't. Too much pain and suffering. Can I selfishly bring a baby into a world that hates me? What would this mean for my child?
Kyuubi growled. I didn't choose you because you are a coward and a weakling! Where is all that strength and courage that made me care for you?
I laughed bitterly. She died when her best friend and love shoved a Chidori in her chest—the first time.
Kyuubi knew no matter what he did or said; it wouldn't work. My will had a whole lot to do with that. And I didn't feel like living and he knew it.
Kyuubi sighed. It seems I have no choice.
It was a wonder that I could feel what happened. My nerves had died less than half a minute after Uchiha had stabbed me; and I couldn't feel anything or open my eyes.
But I felt Kyuubi's Charka spread all over my body and then everything went black.
When I woke, I was in a bed. I opened my eyes and immediately recognized the room I was in: it was my old apartment, the one that got destroyed after my sixteenth birthday.
I quickly looked at myself as I moved my arms and legs. My body was small, and knowing that I was small for my age didn't help me identify my current age.
I got up, put on some dark clothes; and left the apartment. Without the orange clothes no one knew who I was; which made me beyond glad that I had a few Ninja friends back them to buy me clothes. Well, most of the time when I couldn't find them, seeing as they were Ninja's and had to go on missions, so I did the only thing I could do—I stole them.
"Did you hear? The Uchiha's were massacred two days ago!"
"Did anyone survive?"
"Yes, young Sasuke-kun. He just woke up today."
"Who did it?"
"No one is saying. The Ninja's know, but they aren't telling anyone. My husband isn't saying anything either, no matter how much I ask him!"
"How old is the boy?"
"Eight I think."
10 years into the past.
"Around my daughter's age, I believe."
A snort. "Please, Sasuke-kun is a Ninja and he won't want your non-ninja daughter. Ino-chan will be perfect for him."
"Sakura-chan will marry him!"
I left before the women came to blows. And I just walked, I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't seem to care. Before I knew it I was at the hospital. I went around to the side, to the garden where I saw that Uchiha trying to sneak out of his room.
He started to run off before he saw him. He stopped and stared.
In two seconds flat a nurse was rushing toward him, telling him he shouldn't have left his room! Because of that I didn't have time to compare the look he gave me to another one. But it was as if I saw fear in his eyes; fear and regret. OF course seeing as his whole Clan was just killed, I could understand where those emotions were coming; I definitely knew where the Nurse's came from. When she saw that he wasn't listening to her, she followed his glaze; and unfortunately, her eyes fell on me.
"Get out of here demon!" she snarled, grabbing Sasuke and holding him to her. Shouldn't she be shielding him from me, and not be making him a shield between the demon and her? "I know you're here to finish the job. No matter what the Hokage says, I know you killed the Uchiha's."
I snorted and left, ignoring both of them. That was the only way to deal with Kyuubi haters.
I made my way to the house that I knew was mine. Well, it's mine since my parents were dead. It was the Namikaze Clan house; every Clan member died during the Third Great Shinobi War; leaving my dad alone. There weren't that many to being with though.
I made it to the gate, bit my thumb and made three waves over the lock: it opened.
I was expecting many things, but not her. She was as tall as me, and she kind of looked like me—except for the eyes, hair and expressions. Her hair was red, red as blood; and her eyes were orange. Somehow, then, I knew that those weren't her natural colors.
"I wondered what that disturbance was," she said softly, her voice not like a child's at all. "It was you leaping through time."
How did she know? No one else did, so how could she?
"I didn't even have to read your mind to know what you're thinking," she told me. "I am a half demon that knows Kyuubi; since we were children in fact."
She let me process this. That made her thousands of years old. How was it she was a child? Can she change shape as well as read minds?
"I can't change shape, only read minds. My father was the King of Demons long ago. A few generations back he had three Aunts. Some have called them Fate. They could travel though time. On was past, one was present, and one was future. I only got two of those powers. Later, I will tell you my whole story, but first tell me yours; daughter of Katrina's Minato."
I told her what she wanted to know, and she told me of her past. So many betrayals; she at least knew what I was going through.
We talked for a few days, and then she declared that she liked me. We then launched into training. In two years my body was back into normal—as normal as it would be for a child—and I was back at being ANBU level.
By the time I was twelve, I was an Akatsuki Spy. Madara loved me, he treated me like his own daughter. Yuzuki—Zuki for short—and Madara both trained me and spoiled me. Was like their daughter. At times I thought I thought I was.
When I was twelve, Zuki—the half demon girl—had a talk with the Hokage and I was passed as a Gennin. Sarutobi wanted me as a Ninja, plus he would do anything for her. She hated him, yet he wanted to be in her life. Seeing as how he was her grandfather; and that was why she hated him. He abandoned her grandmother and mother so he could then run off to marry Asuma's mother.
Her life was complicated and I really didn't want to know all the details; just the ones I did know were muy complicado.
My life (in Konoha) was a lie. I was Fox, Akatsuki member that replaced Orochimaru—who was a friend of mine this time around thanks to Zuki. I found out that she knew the Sannin, and her favorite was Orochimaru.
Akatsuki was my family. I found people who cared for me—for me. Not because of Kyuubi; though, the fact that I was a Jinchūriki fascinated them.
How many lies had I been told during my first life? How much had I lost because of those lies?
Akatsuki was looking for the Bjuu, but not to steal them—but to save them. Jinchūriki had two choices—get the demons out of their bodies (it caused death) or they could join Akatsuki and be free.
Gaara was my best friend and occasional lover. But we both knew that our friendship came first. We were friends first, members of Akatsuki second, and lovers third.
We only were intimate when we were extremely frustrated or angry. Well, when we were consumed completely by strong emotions. Fury, lust, sorrow—the list of emotions were endless.
We didn't have sex that much; I could count on one hand just how many times we did it.
No doubt I thought of comparing my two lovers. They were both good. The last time I fucked Gaara had to be when we turned sixteen. I went to see him a few days after his birthday .The Village Elders and the Sand people were being stupid again. When I saw him, he grabbed me and we disappeared. We ended up in his room, with me getting pounded into his bed.
Not that I complained.
Itachi, damn he was hot. He was persistent, trying to get me into his bed. I was fifteen when he got me drunk enough for me to sleep with him. I honestly didn't want anything to do with him really.
I didn't want anything to do Uchiha or his little brother.
That was why Team Seven's teamwork sucked. No one cared though. Though, sometimes I could have sworn that Sasuke would give me those weird looks.
Gennin…now this time it was better. I wasn't a helpless idiot. I was dead last, but it was because I never showed up to class. That was why Zuki had to get me passed; I was spending all my time with my new family. Why should I go near the asshole's who didn't care about me?
Though, like I said, this time it was different.
Here, let me tell you about it my life after death.
To be continued....