A boy had just witnessed his brother die for the second time. The only difference is that this time he realized the crimes he committed were for no reason. His brother had held no grudges, and had chosen to do what he had done. This time his denial of that ended. He had severely harmed his friends. They would never accept him again. Even one certain friend, his best friend, had given up to him. Slowly, as his sorrow overwhelmed him, he lost consciousness. As he fell, the ground under him collapsed.
When he woke up, he was in an unknown place surrounded by unknown people. Most of the people looked panicked and were muttering stuff.
"What's this boy doing in the middle of the street?" one woman said.
"He looks injured! We should call 911!" a man yelled.
"We should carry him to the hospital!" shouted a pink haired girl while she pushed her way through the crowd.
"There aren't any hospitals in walking distance, Moka." said a slightly younger looking girl with orange-red hair who was tailing be hind her. (Warning: I don't use Japanese honorifics in my writing.)
"Oh…" said the first girl, now revealed to be named Moka.
The boy then quickly got up and said "I'm fine. Look, I'm fine." To stop the people from worrying then pushed his way through the crowd.
When he walked away from the dumbfounded people, who are now splitting up to get away from the scene of the odd accident, the boy noticed something about his surroundings. Everything seemed way more modernized and more technologically advanced then any place he had ever seen. Looking around at this place made questions pop into the boy's head. How did I get here? How do I get home? Why am I here? Who or what brought me here. Was anyone else I know brought here? Whatever the circumstances the boy knew he would survive this and get back to where he needed to be and do the things he needed to do. The boy's name is Sasuke Uchiha.