Disclaimer: Naruto is far too amazing for me to own it. Seriously.
A/N: This fanfic was created because a rabid plot dust bunny took control of my brain. If I didn't post this, I would have been slowly driven insane. And I would like to keep hold of the little sanity that I still possess. This fanfic will be centered on Sasuke 90-100 of the time. Enjoy!
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When his long, dark lashes lifted slowly from his pale cheeks, he saw the he was surrounded completely by unfathomable darkness. Rising slowly to his feet, for he had awoken in a sitting position, he scanned the area around him, obsidian eyes taking in nothing but the inky black around him. Feeling slight suspicion, he raised a bare foot and stepped forward tentatively. As soon as the cream-colored, calloused foot met with the cool, dark surface, a great gust of wind blew towards the dark-haired shinobi. Acting on instinct, he threw his arms up in front of his face, arms crossed and hands balled into fists. The wind grew stronger and stronger, until a mighty gust knocked into the raven-haired shinobi, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying backwards through the cold air. Letting out a strangled yell, he flew back for only a few seconds before his bare back connected with a dark wall, followed by his head when his graceful neck snapped back. Head slumping forward, he opened his dark eyes that he couldn't remember closing. Woozy and disoriented, he reached back to rub his head where it had made contact with the hard wall. Letting his cool fingers brush against his dark hair gently, he gasped softly when he felt something wet resting there. Onyx eyes wide with shock, and he brought his hand back in front of his face, but couldn't make out anything in the inky darkness. Then a voice rang out through the black.
"Uchiha Sasuke, you are about to break."
With unthinkable speed, a blinding streak of pale blue light shot down from behind the dark wall and wrapped around the Uchiha's slender wrist in front of his face. Though it lingered for only a few seconds, the light was enough to confirm his suspicion immediately. He got a glimpse of blood-covered fingers before his arm was yanked back by his wrist, up and over his head. Feeling dread, he looked up at his imprisoned wrist and yanked at it, trying in vain to free himself. The only result of his action was a searing pain and crimson liquid flowing freely from behind where the bond of light was holding him prisoner. Preoccupied with the the horrible pain and the overwhelming sight of blood, his blood, the dark-haired shinobi failed to notice another tendril of light wrap around his remaining wrist. Before he knew what had happened, both wrists were pinned above his head, hands dangling uselessly.
"You have caused so much suffering...including your own..."
"Who's there? Who are you? Show yourself!" the Uchiha demanded angrily, swallowing his fear and putting on a brave face.
"I am nothing but a messenger." the voice answered mysteriously. "Let me refresh your memory and remind you of the misery you have caused."
The raven-haired captive sat as if he were paralyzed as images flashed before his eyes. A teenage girl with pale blonde hair smiled softly, but anyone could see that her smile didn't reach her empty blue eyes. A lazy shinobi studied the blonde quietly, concern written across his face. A tall man sat in front of a large monument, his masked face buried in his hands, muttering softly about how he failed as a sensei. A pink-haired kunoichi stood unflinching, her emerald eyes facing the sky, while her tears mixed with the cold rain. A green spandex-clad shinobi stood a few feet behind the cherry blossom kunoichi, downcast because he knew he could do almost nothing to heal her deep emotional wounds. A teenage boy with bright blonde hair sat on the edge of his bed, his head hung. Slowly, he lifted his head to reveal three whisker-like marks on each tanned cheek, and the brightest, most captivating cerulean eyes. Eyes filled to the brink with pain and despair. Eyes so penetrating, so blue, that they seemed to sear Sasuke's soul.
"No more! Please...please...no more..." Sasuke cried out, shaking his head wildly to clear those sad cerulean eyes from his mind.
"That was quite an unexpected reaction, coming from you. I must admit that I didn't think you would get so emotional. Betraying him must have been one of the hardest things that have ever done. Very well then. I shall show you no more. But bear in mind, I didn't bring you here to remind you about those you know you have wronged. You are here, child, because you soul is fragmenting."
Obsidian eyes were wide with shock. "My soul is...fragmenting?" he echoed in disbelief.
"Correct. With ever sin, one's soul starts to develop minute cracks. The more one sins, the more larger and deeper the cracks get, until your soul eventually breaks apart. And you, child, have sinned a substantial amount in the seventeen years you have been alive. Though still intact, your soul is in grave danger of completely breaking apart. And those with souls beyond repair will be damned. There is nothing that can be done for a soul that has been destroyed in such a way."
"So why are you doing this for me? Telling me all this, I mean. Are you trying to be my savior?" the Uchiha asked in a hollow voice, not bothering to be gracious.
"As I have said before, I am nothing but a messenger. I would not pretend to be something that I am not. And the reason why I am informing you of all this is because there is hope for you. You have a savior child, and you must find who that person is. Your savior, as well as receiving genuine forgiveness from those you have wronged, are the only things that can heal your damaged soul."
"Can you tell me? Who is my savior? Who is the one that can save me?" the dark-haired captive asked anxiously.
"Foolish child! Do you really think that you will gain that information so easily? You must find out for yourself!" the Messenger said, disgust evident in his voice.
There was a pause, and the silence rang out through the darkness eerily. Pain continued to course through the Uchiha's body, but he ignored it, desperate to hear more from the Messenger.
"I wish you luck child." the Messenger said softly, finally breaking the silence. "Your journey to mend you soul is laced with difficulty. But I wouldn't have told you all that I have if your journey was futile. I shall leave you now. Good luck, child...good luck."
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When his long, dark lashes lifted slowly from his pale cheeks, he noticed that his slender wrists were still pinned above his head, not by bonds of light, but rather a large, cold hand. He noticed that the bed he was lying on was covered in sweat, sheets tossed aside uselessly. He noticed that the pain he had felt moments before was replaced by a strong sense of foreboding. But most of all, he noticed the noticed the dark curtain of hair, too greasy to be his own, hanging onto his pale face, and the warm breath playing against his ear.
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A/N: Well the plot dust bunny and I are satisfied. For now. I have chapter 2 in the works. Review please, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask! Rays of Dawn