The battle ended and Kakashi took a languid look around. His students were alive, though, barely. Naruto and Sasuke lay on the bridge exhausted. He sighed and looked up at the bright sky, white wisps of clouds trekked across the dark vast blue expanses. He smiled, all in all, it went better than he expected.
"Sakura, help me grab the boys." He called out as he started the slow trek towards his male students.
Then the sky blackened, and with it came a…feeling. A sensation hard to describe with words, washed over him. A deep consuming sense that the entire energy of the world had focused on one point, the awe inspiring connotation that something was going on. A sick terrible feeling came with it, like some wretched unnatural inhuman thing had occurred above him. He turned his eyes to the sky.
The clouds were gone, and the sky…The sky…
A tear of space time had occurred, a monstrous deformation of the sky, a great wretched scar that seemed to rip its way across the once endless blue, marring it a deep, deep, deep black. Light seemed to fade before the jagged edge of its periphery, and within…Within the deep, eternal black, a multitude of stars. A billion, billion, pinpricks of white spots against a deep eternal darkness. It was amazing, startling, and very, very real. Obito's sharingan told him it was no illusion, he was gazing upon…something. The threshold of existence unraveling for just one momentary second. Flitting about and yet stationary, in a magnificent yet impossible to comprehend way.
He blinked, and suddenly, the tear wavered, as if his very observation of it made it unstable. Then, suddenly two figures fell. Dropped from the impossibility hanging above him, free-fallin, down, down, down, until finally. They crashed into the water below, sending water crashing against the beams of the bridge.
-One small step-
Time is a dimension. A quasi-planar thing that waylays itself in, and out, and over and through every atom, every molecule, every string of existence of all limited dimensional planes. Time, all of it, every possibility, every path, every second, minute, hour, year, every choice one could ever take or not take, happens at the same time. We simply…experience one limited infinitesimally small, portion of its great spherical mass.
Sometimes the sphere wavers. The great orb, the interweaving strings of all existence becomes weakened, and in these moments, in these brief flashes of…something you can squeeze through the strings. Push your way through the weave of the orb of existence, and go…beyond. For just a moment, for just a brief fraction of a second…but this second…it was all they needed.
-Sasuke-
She loved Uzumaki Naruto. She'd never admit it aloud, and she'd only say the words to him when they were in the most intimate of their private places; but she loved the idiot. She loved him. She loved him not with the same fiery passion that she loved and hated Itachi. But...differently.
It was hard to describe a need for someone in your life. A constant want for them, an expectation that they'll be there and your incapability to conceive that they won't be. The fluttering she'd felt in her heart, when they'd stood there at the valley of the end. Her headband in his hand, his eyes- a mirror of the clearing blue sky above them- staring at her. A grim scowl on his face. His blood pooling beneath his feet. Her mind reeling at what he'd done.
"Moron." She whispered. "Why?" She'd asked. She fought back tears, and bile, and revulsion at herself.
"Because…" He had stopped then, to take a deep slow haggard breath. Then he had coughed a wretched horrible cough that still haunted her dreams. He gripped her arms, and stared her in the eyes. "I love you." No. God damn it. No. And then he'd smiled. Like that would make things okay. She'd laughed then, it'd been a sad horrible sound more a groan than anything else.
"I…" She'd thought he was dying. The idiot was dying on her. No. She'd used her other hand to brush one of his deep red locks from his eyes. She'd kissed him rather than say the words. Those three words. It tasted of salt, blood, and sweat…
"Yeah." Smiling, and dying. He'd filled a small part of the deep crevice that Itachi had left in her psyche and heart, and here he was smiling and dying, and bleeding…and loving her. Idiot. Fucking hyperactive, overly optimistic idiot. They stood there for a while, before finally she pulled her hand from his chest. His face at that moment, when her hand had exited his body, it was burned into her mind. The look on his face, confusion, and fear, and betrayal, and yet still a little bit of love.
"Sasuke…bastard. I…"
"Sasuke…"
"Sasuke…"
"Sasuke…" He kept saying her name.
"Sasuke!" A foot crashed into her hips and she snapped into the waking world. Her chakra flaring and her sharingan blaring to face whatever new threat face them. She blinked, they were in a dimly light room, with a florescent light sporadically flickering above them. She groaned, at a sudden drain on her chakra and her eyes deactivated reflexively.
"Idiot." She growled. He smiled back at her in kind. "Sorry, I was getting angst-y only being able to talk to myself."
"And?"
"Well…" He rubbed his hand behind his head with a blush. "Well I need someone to talk to, I have no clue where we are, and those seals have been nipping at my stores for a while, it's starting to get uncomfortable. I figured if you're up…" They could figure a way out together. She blinked once more, and took a second look around. She took a look at the walls, then down at the floor, where a complex seal glowed slightly as it slowly pulled from both their chakra pools. She frowned. Then put out her hand for him to help her stand up. He did so with one swing of his arm.
She stood and looked around.
"You didn't have to wait for me to wake up."
"I didn't wait…well, I waited for a bit, you looked tired and like you need to sleep. So, I waited a few hours and let you rest."
"Well?" She asked, and he smiled. No chakra seal could hold Uzumaki Naruto back. Her red haired idiot was a monster. A bijuu given human flesh. His pools were as wide as an ocean, and seven times deeper, and that was without the aquifer of the Kyuubi's chakra that fed into his own natural reserves. "Uncomfortable" for him, likely meant he'd been feeding it a jounin or two, or four's worth of chakra constantly for the past couple hours to let her rest. She felt his chakra swell, you could always feel his chakra swell, it was impossible not to feel it. It was so massive, so monstrously bountiful that it leaked into her other sense. She could feel it, smell it, taste it, and hear the whisper of his thoughts in her mind if she focused hard enough.
It was visible.
You could see his chakra with the naked eye, that how potent it was.
Then he did his thing.
-The third-
He felt it before, he saw it, before he heard it. The monstrous force of chakra welling beneath his feet. A great looking ball, and wide arching all-consuming amount of energy building up, so overwhelming he could feel it pounding at all his senses. Then he saw it, a lance, a long reaching arching beam of pure energy shooting from beneath the ground. It carved its way up towards the sky, everything it touched….
He didn't have a word for what he witnessed happening. The lance of pure energy ate away all it touched. Left not even dust in its path, a pure blue white stream of death and destruction exploding from beneath the Hokage's tower. Molten slag was all that was left at the edges of wherever it touched. It reached the skies, then… it exploded. A bright white halo covering the entire village as for a few seconds a second sun was in the sky. The sound waves broke every window in the village. He was moving even before he realized it. Heading down to the bottom of the tower.
He landed.
The red haired boy was leaping from the great hole he'd carved from beneath the ground. Landed indifferently and looked around. The black haired girl followed. The redhead muttered something to the girl and they both looked around. Then the read heads eyes landed on him. Bright blue pools staring as emotions danced across his face. Then he spoke, the words were soft, though despite how they were spoken they carried a momentous amount of emotion.
Anger and rage, pain, and hatred, sadness…regret? That and a dozen more things.
"How dare you?" Chakra swelled, moving and arising so suddenly it seemed impossible. A sudden acceleration of zero to a thousand in a millisecond. He moved to stop the boy, but it was too late. The chakra exploded out so potent it was visible, so palpable it solidified around him. He stopped somewhat stunned.
Circular balls of solidified chakra formed from the silhouette of pure chakra surrounding him. Little balls of condensed chakra so deep they shone with an unearthly glow.
"Stand down."
"How dare you?" The boy repeated the words. More balls formed, ethereal condensed forms of chakra that screamed and shouted at his senses. He moved, summoning Enma to fight. The old monkey king looked down at him. The one action seemed to slow the onslaught of unending chakra flowing from the boy.
"Naruto…" The girl said. He blinked, frowning at the name, then turning to the redhead. She'd obviously aimed the words at him. "Calm down." The red head known as Naruto, frowned, then sighed. His chakra stopped blaring, and the balls of chakra slowly started their rotation around his tall lanky form. Her eyes were bloody red, and three distinct tomoe of the sharing blared proudly for the entire village to see. The boy took one more look around. By now Ninja from various parts of the village had arrived and he frowned. He noted the Uchiha boy, who - now that he thought about it – looked very, very much like the black haired girl before him.
"Somethings not right here." Her words were soft, yet they seemed to carry far enough away for all to hear. More ninja were arriving, waves and waves of Konoha soldiers ready to lay their lives down for the village. All waiting for his command, all watching the chakra monster, and the Sharingan girl with intent purpose. The chakra balls circled the boy a bit slower.
"Who are you?" He asked. Enman in hands, his eyes hard, as he wondered if this came to a battle how many Konoha-Nin would die to stop the red head. His eyes turned to the girl, if she was as strong as him, how many would die to the both of them? If they could stop at all.
The boy smiled, turned his head as if amused, and laughed.
"Uzumaki Naruto." He blinked.
"You are not Uzumaki Naruto." Uzumaki Naruto was a blond haired pre-teen hyperactive, loud, and boisterous. Blue eyed and blond haired, with chakra pools-while deep- nowhere near as seemingly endless at the person before him.
"Yeah! I'm Uzumaki Naruto." A voice called as its owner landed next to him. He was moving to cover the blond even as he felt the foolish boy land next to him. He felt Kakashi moving apprehend the blond, but it was too late. The girl had moved-even faster than Kakashi he noted- and had the blond by the scruff of the neck. Tension rose, and he restrained himself as he watched her eye his blond surrogate grandson.
"Blond." She looked at the red head. "Blond." Her red eyes stared at Uzumaki Naruto, deep red staring at tomoe sup so fast they almost blurred together. She blinked after a second, then looked back at the redhead.
"God damnit." She cursed and stared at the redhead suddenly angry. "Idiot." She looked at the blond boy again and frowned. Looked at him and frowned. Looked at the gaggle of rising ninja, seemed to spot something in the crowd, and frowned.
"Only when I'm with you…" Then her anger seemed to dissipate and she cracked a small smile. She-carefully he noted- put the resident jinchuriki down. "This." She pointed to the blonde, whose hair she now softly rustled. "Is you." She let the words sink in. "That." Her hand pointed defiantly to what used to be the last Uchiha still left in Konoha. "Is me."
"What?"
"You're seal did something…" She looked at the Sandaime. Frowned, then looked back at Naruto. "He's real." She said. "As real as him." She pointed to the blond, then. "And as real as him." Back to Uchiha Sasuke.
"Fuck, Naruto, this place is Konoha." She looked at the remaining ninja, her eyes spinning blood red, watching and taking note of every face. "What the hell did you do?"
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Expect the next chapter of starting small withing 72 hours. I hope you like this story as much as i liked writing it.