Meant to Be?
Summary: If you truly love something let it go, if it was meant to be it will come back to you. Pssh, that is a lie. It never comes back. Is this always true?
Disclaimer: I own a Naruto manga. Not Naruto though.
Warning: I wouldn't read this if you loath indulge in peculiar writing.
Chapter One: The Pact
Unh, where am I? Slowly opening my eyes, I glance around me. Darkness stretches as far as I can see. I activate my Sharingan, but nothing happens. An itch of concern enters my stomach. What happened? Trying to recall anything at all, I get nothing. I don't hear the voice calling my name.
"Uchiha Sasuke," the voice says. It is deep and commanding. I slowly lift my chin, and come face to face with a revolting phantom. It is the death god. He smiles with his wicked teeth gleaming in his own aura. Even when shuddering I manag to retain my composure.
"Yeah?" I ask lazily. I have had a real problem with respect and superiority for the longest time.
"I am the death god, Shinigami. I exist to judge people passing between the realm of life and death," his voice seems to reverberate through my whole body.
I nod slowly in comprehension. I must be in a wicked dream. Orochimaru enjoys testing me with his various drugs. Why? I don't know, you'd think he'd want to preserve his 'body', not that I am going to be completely submissive about it.
"You are passing through those realms now. I do not stop everybody. I only stop those who deserve a second chance. The saying: "If you truly love something let it go, if it was meant to be it will come back to you, does it mean anything to you?"
"Yes," I straighten up. This saying was despicable. It never comes true. I hate the person who makes this saying.
Shinigami nods solemnly and says, "I see it doesn't appeal to you. Well, good bye then…"
"Wait!" I cry out in desperation. What was this guy's game? I can't figure him out!
Shinigami halts. He turns to face me with a iniquitous grin full of sharp teeth. I almost quiver at his horrifying looks but remain expressionless.
"Yes?" he asks with a miffed note in his voice.
"I, what do you mean by that? I truly loved my clan, my oka-san, my oto-san, my nii-san, everyone. Why didn't they come back?" I ask.
"It wasn't meant to be. You didn't love them fully, when they left. You chose an avenger's life," Shinigami answers in a somber tone.
"So?! I still deserved to be with them! So you think every eight year old should have their family ripped away, by their own kin? Their own brother?" I yell.
"No, but every human is different. I grade lives in my spare time. You are failing you're your area of grading you have achieved the rank of an Academy Student," Shinigami explains like he is speaking to a whiny little kid.
"Your point?" I spit out.
"Well, obviously, I stopped you because some one loves you truly and you are meant to be, or could be meant to be," Shinigami continues.
"Who is the fool?" I scoff. Inwardly I ask myself, who could love a monster like me?
"Uh, Uzumaki Naruto, in thought number 50,023,332,333,344,249,888,393. He thinks about you all the time. How he couldn't save you. How you were the first to acknowledge. How you are like a brother to him. Often Wonders what would be different if Sasuke was here. Great kid. Is at Jonin rank, I mean S-class rank in life. I remember him well, the Kyuubi kid. I was there," Shinigami laughs reading a file he pulled out of thin air. He can laugh?
My facial expression is apathetic, but my insides are swirling. He loves me? Pssh, love is what makes people weak. Hearing what Shinigami said, I fee a gaping hole open in my chest that I had been closed for so long.
"Don't hide your emotions. It may be seen as being 'cool' as you mortals put it, but it isn't. It is the essence of power. I can read your mind, don't try and hide anything. So lets make a deal. If you can gain Uzumaki's love in thirty mortal days then you will be free to live. If you don't you will come back to me, and go here, to Hell," he says pointing at a portal. In the portal is an icy barren land. A cold wind rustles through from the portal and made me shiver. (1)
"What if I don't want his love?" I ask. I never needed it. I never wanted it. I don't want anyone's love, just Itachi's.
"Kid, you want to live there your whole life? You know, I bet you can't even gain his love," Shinigami taunts at me, poking a pointy and manicured finger at me. When I say manicured I mean sharp as daggers, and black nail polish.
"You think. I mean it is pretty easy, with the whole, he already loves me part," I say getting arrogant.
"There is a catch. You won't be quite the same. Something of you will change. Like, you might be slightly deformed, or different looking," Shinigami explains.
I frown, but say, "So what?"
"The success rate is reasonably futile. 99.9 fail. Even great people, like Arashi's wife. She was a wonderful woman. But she was transformed into a cockroach. She was squashed. She went to heaven though. She was always destined to." (2)
I visibly pale, swallow, and say, "I won't fail."
"I guess that mean yes. Good luck, kid. I kind of like you, but don't want to see you again, you know?"
"Sure. Could you maybe tell me how I died? I don't recall anything,"
"That is for you to find out, it's an element of the journey. You'll find out soon enough. Have caution, and I will send a messenger to help you," Shinigami says fading into black. Before he disappears into the darkness he pulls out a long sword and traced a character on my forehead.
Icy, tingling, hot, burning, scorching, searing pain explodes from the character on my head. I discern it says love. How ironic. It spreads like a wild fire to all of my parts, the same severe pain filling me to the brim. I feel like I could burst. I keel over and grab my knees trying to stilt the pain. I fade quickly; this pain is a beating I hadn't felt in years. Whimpering, almost, I struggle to steady myself, and sink into a black oblivion.
Is my hell strange? I don't like the fire idea. I mean, he deserves to go to a icy and cold place, ne?
Naruto's mom. Couldn't come up with a name.
Uh any ideas on how Sasuke died? I couldn't think of one.
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