Die, Ninja!
A Crossover By Kuno-Baby
AN: This story has no introduction. Wait. SHIT!
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Naruto and Sasuke. Two kids, not even thirteen. Two kids, ravaged by life and circumstance. Too young, by most standards, to even be thinking hard about the things that they would do when they became adults. Too young, yet forced by chance to grow faster than any kid had any business growing.
Naruto and Sasuke. Two kids, fighting for their lives. One fights for fate, for what he has known should happen ever since the day when destiny took everything from him. He fights to destroy. He fights for his past and with no regard for his future. He is Sasuke.
Naruto and Sasuke. Two kids, fighting for their freedom. One fights to spite fate, for what he has dreamed of against all odds since the day he realized destiny was too cruel to direct him.. He fights to protect. He fights for his future and to forget about his past. He is Naruto.
One dreams of death. One dreams of life. Neither dream of consequences.
A hero fails, a hero succeeds. Time twists and destiny is changed. A hero spares life, a hero extinguishes life. Time twists and destiny is never the same.
A hand that holds death wavers. A hand that holds hopes follows through. Though Naruto desired to leave his friend alive, he realized that he could never win without lethal intent. Though Sasuke desired to gain power, he realized that he could never kill his best friend.
In the valley of the end, one hand connected with one chest, and one hand connected with a metal plate. One struck, intending to kill. One struck, merely for pride.
Sasuke fell to the ground, his guts blasted out his back, the deadly power of the Rasengan turning him inside out. Naruto fell, clutching his head, the melted plate with the symbol of the Leaf unmercifully dripping onto his face, red-hot and charged with chakra.
There are many worlds, and in each of them are choices. Different paths taken, different lives lived. In one world, Sasuke left with a scratch on his head and a hole in Naruto's chest. In one world, Naruto cried for his choices, in another for his failure, and in another he did not cry at all.
In this world, he cried for the pain, the molten metal burning off the surface of his eyes and coursing down his face before the healing chakra of the Kyuubi kicked in, restoring him to how he had been before.
Blinking with eyelids that had grown back into place only a second before, Naruto could swear he saw Sasuke standing over him, watching with a solemn face and a chain sprouting from the hole that Naruto had left in him. But when he rubbed his eyes, all he saw was the blood all over him and the pieces of his team-mate spread over the ground, floating in the water and splattered on the rocky walls.
He left the waking world, grateful for his lack of consciousness preventing him from facing his actions just yet.