Fallen leaves

Two kunai knives collided in midair falling earthward but before the blades could hit the ground, hands snatched them out of the air. Two men stood in the arena, the sixty foot high walls made of gray stone scarred with years of combat, now smeared with blood as the two men fought. Naruto Uzumaki straightened his headband and smiled as he spun the knife into a reverse grip. His opponent Sasuke Uchiha spat a gob of blood onto the ground and laughed.

"Come on Naruto that can't be the best you can do!" Naruto growled and lunged at Sasuke. Sasuke sidestepped him and snapped a round house kick into his ribs. The blond jonin rolled with the blow and came upright against the far wall. They lunged at each other Naruto twisted in midair lashing out with his left foot Sasuke blocked it and punched Naruto in the gut. Naruto folded at the stomach and gasped Sasuke kicked him in the face sending him sprawling. He rose shakily and threw a shuriken at Sasuke who caught it.

Sasuke, his attention on the first shuriken, failed to notice the hail of them that followed. His Sharingan allowed him to dodge most of the throwing stars but one struck his right thigh, dropping him to his knees. Then Naruto was there right in front of him or rather his fist was. Sasuke flew a good thirty feet from the force behind the blow. He rose to his feet again hands full of kunai.

Naruto threw an equal number and knocked the attack down before it could begin. The two closed in like hunters ready for the kill. Naruto grinned as Sasuke panted, sweat dripping onto the parched ground. "Since neither of us has the strength to keep going so let's end this now, one blow winner takes all." Sasuke smirked and entered a fighting stance. "An interesting notion. Show me what you've got left Naruto!"

The two men arced out; launched from opposite walls. Their knives glittered in the sun light and blood dripped from open wounds. The two men collided with a crash herd 'round the stadium. Blood flew into the air but both fighters landed on their feet. Sasuke staggered a few steps then collapsed to the ground blood spraying from a long wound on his chest, his jonin outfit shredded. Naruto went a little longer before succumbing to the same wound and falling.

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Naruto opened his eyes and winced at the bright light that stabbed at his corneas. He groaned and tried to shift but a firm hand held him back. "Don't move Naruto you'll open your stitches and I don't think Sakura would be very happy with that, she worked most of the day sewing you up."

The voice was both stern and gentle. "Uhgghh, Hey Kakashi-sensei", Naruto heard his voice slurred from the morphine that was keeping his wounds and his tongue numb. "Idiot, what part of don't move don't you understand." This voice was harsher and feminine. "Hey Sakura, um um i-is he gonna be okay." This last one was soft and for some reason relaxed him more than the morphine.

Naruto opened his eyes a crack and took in the room around him. Kakashi-sensei on his right, Sakura at the foot of his bed in her white and red medical corps uniform, the fabric hugged her body and he couldn't help but stare. She looked at him and scowled, "Eyes up Naruto!" He blinked, the customary rebuke didn't have the harshness it usually did. He panned to the left and saw Hinata Huuga sitting in a chair about two feet form his bed, he frowned again she usually hung back in the shadows.

He sat up and winced again "That hurt!!" Sakura rolled her eyes, "Yeah, Naruto you only have three broken ribs, six knife slashes, four severe bruises, and you're missing a molar." Naruto smiled, "That's it? I'll be fine by tomorrow morning." Kakashi laughed, Sakura scowled, and Hinata blushed.

Two weeks later Sasuke limped along the street in the Uchiha district where he used to live before that night twelve years ago when he had come home to find his family dead, murdered by Itachi his big brother; the big brother he trusted, admired, and respected. He often came here to think, and today he had a lot on his mind.

For three weeks he had been having the same dream, A pair of cold flat green eyes with a slit pupil. His first thought was Orochimaru, dead for five years. The next night he remembered that Orohimaru's eyes had been gold not green. The dream had progressed form there.

He could only remember flashes of it. Rain, blood, a sword, those eyes, pink hair maybe, warm weight on top of him, and he could taste blood in his mouth; he knew it wasn't his. His eyes flared with pain, he cried out dropping to his knees. He saw the dream again but as a broken jigsaw of pain and images. Something warm and wet rolled over his cheeks and he tasted copper blood then he collapsed on the dusty floor of the house drained. He realized he had activated his Sharingan he stood up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Pale, sweaty, streaks of blood on his face. Then he saw his eyes. The Sharingan is represented by up to three tomoe surrounding the pupil but his eyes had four.

He smiled despite him self. He didn't know what it was but he had unlocked an new level of power within himself. "Well Itachi I've surpassed you. I have something you never will."

OOOOOOOOOOH mysterious isn't it? What does this dream mean, who's eyes are those and what is Sasuke's new found power? Chapter 2 will be up as soon as I can wright it. Sorry it's so short the next one will be longer