A/N: Ooookay. So this is my first ever story (that I'm showing people, technically. But whatever ._.) I usually dislike long Authors Notes in the beginning of stories, so the more lengthy one will be at the bottom! With that, I hope you enjoy!
Also, I do not and will never own Naruto. This story is completely fictional. Well... more fictional than Naruto already is... I only own the plot/whatever OCs show up. So yeah!
Fire.
The boy could feel it on his back, drawing closer and closer, carried by the monsters that were after him. He could hear their angered shouts and curses, but he couldn't understand them. It was as if their bloodthirsty voices were in the distance, and yet the heat of their flames was so close.
The boy could feel the inferno blaze throughout his boy, boiling his stomach. His heart. It wasn't the heat of fury that burned through his veins, nor was it hatred. It was such an unrelenting fear that it turned everything in its path to cinders, rampaging through the child like an enrage bull trapped inside of a tiny cage. His head turned towards the girl desperately running beside him. Her short brown hair turned to a smoldering orange as the fires behind them started to catch up, the footfalls of their pursuers growing nearer.
"Get them!" The shouted in a sudden clarity.
"Kill them!" They screeched the command.
"Run faster!" The boy begged the girl, pulling her hand harder. The girl's bangs hid most of her face in shadows, but her mouth was hung open, a heavy, labored wheezing coming from her.
"I can't!" She gasped out, stumbling and crashing into the ground as she clutched her chest. Her body demanded air that her lungs just couldn't give. Immediately the boy began to yank on her hand with his one good arm, the other hanging limply by his side 'Come on!' he wanted to scream, 'We gotta go!' he wanted to yell. But no matter how much he tried, his voice wouldn't work.
"Run…"
The boy's body froze, looking down at the girl in horror at the barely audible whisper that came from her.
"N-No! I'm not gonna leave you!" He exclaimed, his voice finally working again as fat tears ran down his face. He continued to pull on her arm, ignoring the whispers from the trees that surrounded him.
… run…
"You have to!" She screeched at him, causing her lungs to retaliate once again, making her collapse even further into the ground. It felt as if her lungs were scratching and clawing against her chest, tearing her apart from the inside out.
run… run…
The boy opened his mouth to scream at her again, but nothing came out. His lips moved as if words were escaping, but the only sounds around him were the trees and the fire.
run… Run… Run..
The girl looked up at him, her eyes still obscured by shadows (why couldn't he see her eyes?) as her own mouth moved, any words spoken drowned by the roaring flames fast approaching and the trees (he wanted to see her eyes) that surrounded them at every angle. Blackness was everywhere (he NEEDS to see her eyes!) around them. A suffocating darkness.
Run.. Run.. Run. Run.
The whispers from the grand oaks were turning louder. The inferno that was gaining on them, making the air shriek. The ground shook with the stomps of the mob as they neared.
Run. Run. RUN. RUN. RUN
The boy scrambled up as the sounds grew to be too much, covering one of his ears with his only working hand, feeling as if his whole boy was being ripped apart molecule by molecule with unadulterated terror.
RUN RUN RUN RUNRUNRUN
His ears felt as if they were bleeding.
RUNRUNRUN
His small legs pumped as they carried him away from his fallen friend.
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN
Faster and faster, the boy ran as quickly as his little feet could go, his limp arm suddenly working as he slammed his hands against both ears, the racket turning absolutely unbearable.
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRU-
"STOP!" He screamed, planting himself in place as the shrieks from the trees immediately halted. The forest was covered in a thick, deafening silence, shell-shocking the little boy.
That is, until a blood-curdling scream ripped apart the deathly quiet, the boy's neck giving a sickening crack as he turned to see where it came from, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest as his head throbbed.
The monsters that had chased him so far from home crowded around the little girl, who was frantically reaching out for the boy. Her mouth was opened wide with a screech that ripped apart her throat, filled with untold amounts of fear and suffering. Her eyes were still hidden from view (her eyes) as if they were consumed by darkness (why couldn't he see her EYES?!).
A glint appeared above the girl's head as one of the monsters raised something.
A knife.
"… no…"
The blaze came closer.
The blade came down.
run
The fire licked at his feet.
Red.
So much red.
"NOOOOO!"
The fire swallowed the boy whole.
Then there was nothing.
But shadows.
.-.-.
Cerulean eyes burst open as a teenage boy screamed out incoherently, thrashing as he fell off the small bed. He landed halfway on the blankets (he had thrown them off of himself long ago) and on the unforgiving cold and hard floor.
Scrambling up, his stomach lurched as he raced sloppily towards the bathroom, slamming the door open violently. His legs collapsed as the teen reached the toilet, his chin crashing against the seat and his teeth clanking painfully together. Gagging so brutally his throat closed for a moment, everything he had previously eaten earlier that day rushed up, choking him as he let it out into the bowl. Even after his stomach was empty it continued to heave, spitting out the bile and whatever meager liquids remained.
Panting heavily, his lungs demanding more oxygen than he could give, the teen fell away from the toilet as he sat against the white wall of the bathroom. Damp blonde hair clung to his usually tan face, his temporarily pale skin wet with anguished sweat and remorseful tears. His half-lidded blue eyes swirled with all sorts of emotions. Exhaustion, anger, regret, pain, heartbreak, numbness, apathy. But most of all, a bitter sense of vengeance stirred within him, his whiskered cheeks twitching with the effort it took to keep from letting out a crestfallen sigh.
Minutes passed by in silence, with only the rhythmic ticking of a clock making any semblance of noise in the almost sacred quiet of the inn's room.
"I'll kill them…" His hoarse voice murmured.
"I'm going to kill them al-
-LLLLLLRIGHT!" A loud, slightly squeaking cry boomed to the startled kids who sat behind desks. They glared, groaned, or rolled their eyes in response. Possibly all three in some special cases. It was only their first day at the Academy after all. Did they seriously have to put up with this nimrod the entire year?!
"I'm going to be the next Hokage, and you'll remember my name! THE Naruto Uzumaki! BELIEVE IT!"
A/N: Ohmai. Well, this is a bit strange for me! I'm not used to sharing any of my works, so this is my first published story. I apologize for any mistakes, 'cause I'm currently Unbeta'd (though I would really appreciate one!) so yeah -coughcoughHINTcoughcough- A lot of things will probably change if I do continue this, mainly the rating. No idea if it will go to M or not, but it currently isn't that bad I think. So! Do you guys want to read more? Read and Review please! Any criticism counts :D But please be a bit nice? Newbie and all. Not quite mentally prepared to have my hopes and dreams smashed!
-Beyond Unstoppable