Authors note: I don't own Naruto, otherwise I'd be rolling in money right now….
Well here I am, lying on my back in the street, in a pool of my own blood, I can't get up, I can't move my arms, I can't move my legs, I'm dying. When I try to talk to the blackish-blue haired girl crying over my body all that comes out of my mouth is blood. I was going to make a witty comment that this was like a scene strait out of Elfen Lied, she'd laugh at my remark, we'd hug and kiss, and I'd return home as the victorious hero with everything being right in the world. My mind flashed to my parents who I hadn't talked to since I moved to my new apartment 7 months ago, guilt at neglecting them for so long washed over me. 'Where am I? What happened to me?' I shouted in my head, questions popped into my head that I knew moments ago, 'why is Hinata crying over my body? Who is this man laying bleeding a few yards away? Why is Kiba,Shino, and Kureni doing here? Who is that red haired dude in the pony tail? How did this SHIT even get started?' Well the answer to that stared about 2 months ago….
