A/N: This is a short chapter. Like a prologue if you will. To yea, tell me how you like it. If its worth finishing, I will, but you gotta reveiw me first.
Rain. The sky weeps tears into the soil of their graves. The drops seem to penetrate the ground like bullets through flesh. If the dirt could feel, if the Earth could bleed, if nature could really sob, it would cry for them. But her, not for her… Not for the one with eyes like ice, and heart of stone. She'll die a real death. One without bliss, without ease. The Earth would laugh with glee to see her go. Death. A sweet release, not for the one with eyes like eyes, and heart of stone. No, not for her…
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending. For sometime in my life, I didn't believe in happily ever after. I didn't think there was any such thing as a happy ending. For a while, my life was good, content. But then, shecame into my life, and my world starting falling apart at the seams.
It was quite some time ago, about seven or eight, possibly nine years even. After coming back to my home, things had changed, people had died. My friends were gone, my family never was. Kakashi, Naruto, Sai, all dead. It seemed like my loved ones were dropping like flies. When I was away from home, with Karin and Suigetsu, things were so hectic and violent all the time. But it didn't matter. I thought I was finally happy with my life. Sure, I was alone, sure I was always the third wheel. But I just didn't care. I was still happy.
But then, something possessed me to come back home, something pulled me back into this death trap the world calls Konoha. Something beckoned me back into the role of loyal shinobi. I yearned to see my friends, my so called family, the people that loved me, the people I abandoned. I don't know what I expected to find, open arms maybe, a welcome back party, I have no idea. But all I found was a weepy village brimming with turmoil.
Hokage-samma was ill when I first returned. Sakura was at the helm of the village now, she was also taking care of Lady Tsunade. I never thought of Sakura as very good leader, she never showed any leadership skills to me or Kakashi during the time before I left. She seemed so weak, so unstable when it came to leadership. Even now, Sakura was an awful leader. Konoha was, at one time, the greatest shinobi village in all of Japan, but now this place was terrible.
I talked to Sakura when I first came back. She explained to me her marriage to Naruto, and then his death. Then she proceeded to explain Kakashi's death, and even Anko's. There seemed to be a sickness ravishing this village. Not an illness like a flu, or a cold. Something in your mind, something in your brain that just wasn't right. Like a tumor, it would catch you, and engulf you until it had you right where it wanted it. And when it was ready, it would swallow you whole.
I was lucky. Only a few people died of this illness every year. But as I stayed in this village, I watched more and more people die from it. The ways they died, the things that they did before they died, the things they did when they died. It was all too brutal to go into detail.
Konoha was falling to pieces. Sakura herself even became ill. After a few years, in fear of becoming ill with the sickness too, I decided to head in another direction. I started talking to a different group of people. That's when she came into my life, thats when the seams began to fray...
A/N: Welp, review me baby! Sorry so short, once again.