Prologue: Alive
A/N: I would like to mention that I'm actually very new to this and am currently testing how well I can write through this practice story. Thank you for your patience.
When he closed his eyes he never expected to open them again. That was—until he did.
Opening his eyes was a pain, he expected to see the white ceiling of the hospital. He was frozen stiff when he saw the grey skies instead. 'What the hell happened?' Why was he still in the middle of the battlefield, laying down no less.
He tried moving his fingers in an attempt to test his body's limits. They moved perfectly fine. No pain shot through his arm.
'What the hell…?' He moved his legs, dragging them up. His legs were perfectly fine. For once he noticed that it was silent save for the sound of the pounding rain and the subtle footsteps. Immediately he sat up, activating his Sharingan. He glanced around, looking at the unmoving bodies around him, keeping his face stoic until he met the gaze of pale ghostly eyes. For a moment his breath hitched, but he soon realized she meant no harm.
"Hyuuga," he acknowledged, recovering from his previous shock. Her eyes smiled down on him, but he could see anguish evident in her ghastly gaze. Her lips were slightly parted, as if to tell him something, but she pursed them before she could betray her thoughts. She then did something unusual—she smiled at him; a soft, truthful smile. The battlefield was silent, as was he. He stopped breathing for the second time when his mind registered the silly little grin she gave him.
"Good morning Uchiha-san."