Author's Note: I guess what I feel about the ending is quite obvious, and does not need explanation.

I am not going to launch into a monologue explaining what could have been or anything.

Instead, I present to you the magnified version of the kernel that has been plaguing me ever since the seven hundredth chapter came out, and I started constructing it.

I hope I am able to do justice to the pairing that I had loved for so long.

I shall be following the canon, but shall employ it to facilitate NaruSaku, and make the pairing an extended fanCanon. :)

Here's to hoping that you guys like it.

Prologue

Beads of sweat covered the shinobi's forehead. Any attempt at comprehension seemed to be an unreachable target, a delusional goal. Tremors ran through his body at infrequent intervals, engulfing him momentarily, and amplifying the dread he felt. The appalling scene nimbly overcame his command over his mind, hindering his focus, if not subduing it completely.

Horrid would unquestionably have been a word incapable of describing it. For this was something beyond, something that environed the realms of atrocity, something he didn't ever wish to be subjected to again...

No, he needed surety.

Endeavoring to clear his vision, he shook his head. The shadows around the corners of his sight had begun to emerge as an obstacle to his ability to think calmly. He'd been in such situations. Regardless of the amount of time that had passed since the last time, his memory was crystal clear.

The war.

Quite involuntarily, his throat contracted into a gulp.

Rubbing his eyes, he tried to concentrate, to look at what was there in front of him, and understand whether it was, in actuality, what he'd conjectured it to be.

The fog dissipated a fraction, not more. But that was enough.

His eyes widened.

No.

Recognition burned through his mind. A repugnant stench filled his nostrils. He remembered this feeling, he remembered it with a sort of clarity which lay beyond the scope of expression. He never found a way to get over the sights of the war. The events preceding it.

The endless dream.

Drip...

His eyes followed as a small drop of the red viscous fluid detached itself from the clothing around the gaping wound, and fell towards the ground.

It had been impossible to overcome for years. The horrid sights he'd seen during the Fourth War. The promise to let nothing of that sort ever happen again still rang clear in the depths of his resolve.

"N-hah...!"

The gasp jarred him back to reality.

The fear was overwhelming, although he was not capable of identifying the cause, or the exact quality of it. He couldn't comprehend anything. It was all so surreal.

So horribly bizarre.

He focused the entirety of his strength to look up, to tilt his head, and get but one glimpse of the face of the person in front of him. To conceive what was happening. But it was in vain. The potency with which the invisible force held him in place was esoteric. He couldn't twitch, or move a muscle.

All that he had the capability of accomplishing, was the task of looking in front.

Beholding the repulsive and nauseating injury, inches away from his face.

The ground was wet. The fresh blood was staining it; enveloping it in an egregious shade.

He despised it. Every bit of it. Even the ugliest form of vindictive nature could not have possibly advocated such form of torment. The helplessness was toxic. His immobility an additive to the torture.

"N-Narut-to..."

He froze.

His sapphire eyes assumed a form of chronic paralysis; his mind loosing all sorts of incentive it had of trying to overcome the situation. A limp feeling invaded him, drenching him in a sinister coolness, taking away from him comprehension of what melancholy was, and rewarding him with panic.

Panic that scarred every nook of his insides. That was revolting, but in vain.

He tried to open his mouth to utter something, but his lips betrayed him. The tremors grew into a mighty form of tremble, as his whole form started to shake.

"N-Nar-"

Snap.

He felt it encroach him slowly at first.

And then suddenly, the darkness conquered everything.

And that ends the prologue. I've been out of touch with writing for a while now, so I don't know how this turned out, but I hope it was satisfactory.

This was the prologue. The first chapter will be up soon.

Also, if any mistake happens to have caught your eye, please do tell me. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. :)

Until next time then. :D

~THA musIc GuY

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