So… New fic. :P This was called Serenity, but then I remembered that I already had a fic up with that name, so I changed it to Firefly. ;)
Disclaimer that I don't own, and enjoy! :)
Firefly
Chapter One – Burning
There was fire everywhere, he couldn't escape it.
Running as fast as he could, ANBU Hound could feel the heat at his back, gaining on him. The flames had already claimed everything and everyone else, and now it was coming for him. There was no way he was going to escape it. Already his entire village had burned, with every last person inside dying in agony, their screams still echoing in his head. The smell of their flesh burning turning his stomach, the contents of which threatened to empty.
Some of them had escaped with him, but one by one, the fire caught them all. It was an unnatural fire, one that burned hot the night the moon turned blood red. Panicked reports had come in from the outlying villages, then even further into other lands. Kiri was overwhelmed. Kumo, Iwa, Suna, all of them. He doubted any of them still stood. The destruction was complete and total, nothing was left untouched.
He glanced up at the moon, still that same bloody red. The same red as the eye that burned in his skull right now. An eye that had been a gift from a friend who'd died. Or at least, they thought he had. He'd turned up a few years later, a worn out prisoner in a liberated fort that had been in Iwa hands before that. Well, he'd survived at least until a few hours ago…
Pushing those thoughts aside before he was fatally distracted by them, he searched around for something, anything, that might help him. A lake. There was a lake near here. Ridiculous, though, there was no water that could quench these flames. If there were, Kiri surely wouldn't have fallen… Yet that primal, illogical part of his brain that associated water as the opposite of fire pushed him in that direction.
So now he was on the lake, and it was a sorry sight indeed. It shimmered red in reflection of the moon and the flames, which he could now see were closing in on him from all directions. So. He was trapped them. He'd known, deep down, that there was no way he could have avoided it forever. The wall of fire that had chased him hadn't been the only one, after all. And now here they all were, their final prey at last cornered.
Releasing a sigh, he stopped. The flames flickered briefly, pausing with him as they seemed to realise that he'd given up, then rushed towards him with eager glee. He removed his mask, the porcelain one, securing it to his side. Even now, he couldn't simply discard it, head leaning back as he took in the sight of the night sky (which had lasted for several days, since the whole thing had begun) before his chakra finally gave out and he sank into the watery depths.
Water consumed him, rushing into his lungs, even as a last, primal spark, one that demanded survival, triggered the crimson eye that blazed in his skull, then Hatake Kakashi, last survivor of Konohagakure, and quite possibly the entire world, vanished off the face of the world.
The flames screamed in rage as their prey escape, and as one world burned, another welcomed a dawning day, unaware of what had gone before.
So what did you think? Kakashi here is about twenty, and his world has quite the different history than the one he's going to. You might have already guessed.
In any case, review please! :)