Light of Fireflies Chapter 1: Elysian: Found You, a naruto fanfic

Light of Fireflies

Hotaru no Hikari

Hello! I have to tell a few things regarding this story. Hehe.

First, just for your information, I started editing Light of Fireflies for the second time on Friday, April 10th 2015.

Second, this story I've thought of may have a complex situation. It's my first story and this is how I've thought so long before I wrote it. However, for you guys that want a happy ending kind of fic, I think you are reading the right story. This doesn't mean the plot isn't clear, though. I've already had plans for the next upcoming chapters.

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Chapter 1

Fate, isn't something we can run from, is it?

Here's mine.

It was dark.

"It's night time," she figured.

The moon was so full and so bright, it chased the darkness away. She took in her surroundings; she was in the middle of a…forest? There were tall trees everywhere, lush green and they all looked amazingly identical that she couldn't figure out which way to go. The trees glowed under the moonlight and the way soft wind blows softly on her face made her feel at ease.

She was sitting on the soft grass, she realized. She was wearing a silk nightgown that was quite thin; it made her shiver slightly in cold. Her feet were bare as the tingling of the grass tickled her toes, even though it felt pleasant. She sighed in contentment. However, she had no confirmation that this place was safe in the slightest. Putting other thoughts aside, she decided to put on guard.

Just after that thought crossed her mind, she turned to find a clear, wide straight path way. Carefully, she stood up on her bare feet. She walked through the path way, since there was no other way anyway, she thought. Her footsteps were light, like her whole body felt like right now. It was getting brighter where the pathway ends, and out of curiosity she walked towards the awaiting light. With her own fascination she found out there was a lake.

Not too big of a lake, nor too small either. It looked perfect. The water was so clear that it shone under the moonlight. There were also flowers with each different color here and there that decorated the edge of the lake. The water rippled softly as the wind blew on the surface. She couldn't help but admire the view, her emerald eyes taking in everything, memorizing it under her gaze.

Her admiration towards the lake, however, was all forgotten when she heard something move from behind the bushes that surrounded the lake. She turned from the lake towards the source of the sound, and unconsciously took a step back. Fear evident in her eyes of what or who could have been there. She put her hands together in front of her chest. She gathered her courage on her voice and she said in a low voice,

"Who's there?"

Tall, dark figure walked out slowly from the shadows, his figure blending perfectly within. With a few steps forward that he made, she finally could see his figure perfectly. She figured that she had never seen anyone who looked so mesmerizing standing under the moonlight.

He had spiky raven hair and bangs that covered some parts of his face, dark blue turtle neck t-shirt and pants with black shoes, a black coat that hung elegantly from his shoulders, and most of all, those deep and endless onyx orbs that captivated her and made her stare at him openly.

She felt weirdly attracted to those orbs, and felt herself slowly drowned in them.

Because she noticed things that were unusual to human eyes; things uncommon and inhuman.

Because she didn't feel truly human.

"Hasn't anyone told you that it's rude to stare?"

His voice broke her out of her thoughts. Her eyes widened.

His voice was unexpectedly gentle, unlike what she'd imagined. And even though it was chilly out here in the open, the cold was long forgotten and was the last thing in her mind right now. His voice made her felt relieved and safe, and it drove her fear away. Her shoulders lost its stiff posture and she had a look of relief all over her face. She had put her guard down and didn't take him as a threat.

He had made her trust him.

She blinked again, realizing that she hadn't answered to his comment. Lowering her gaze, she spoke in a lower voice,

"I'm sorry."

He chuckled.

He took a step forward and in a blink of an eye, he stood right in front of her. She could feel his body heat radiating warmly towards her body that she could almost sighed in contentment. He stood a head taller than her so his body blocked the cold blow of the wind. Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her nightgown. How did he do that?

He was staring at her face intently as if to memorize every line.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to her face to caress her cheek softly.

She froze.

His hand was calloused and big, but it was so gentle. The way he caressed her cheek surprised her. She didn't know that he was capable of such gentleness in the first place.

"You must be the one."

She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes raising up to meet his.

He was looking at her with that look of longing.

And sadness.

It was as if he had lost something so precious; the part of his life and soul.

And how she secretly longed to be longed.

She missed how someone would look at her with those eyes full of emotions. She missed having another person look at her being entirely, having their attention focused on her being, even just a little while.

"What do you mean?" her voice was a slight whisper.

He broke out of his gaze and shook his head gently. He smiled at her and retracted his hand from her cheek.

"It's nothing."

She was almost disappointed on the lost warmth that radiated from his hand. Her cheek was still feeling a little warm, and she was sure that if she'd take a look at the mirror right now, her face was no doubt red already. She was already surprised by how she felt relieved and believed that he wasn't a bad person that meant harm to her. That gentle touch he made and his onyx gaze looking at her with softened gaze made her instincts told her so.

She felt unbelievably comfortable with his presence.

It was as if she had known him forever. There was this pleasant feeling that grew in her chest from time to time. Her natural instincts were telling her that he was no predator and she wasn't the role prey. They were telling her he was an ally, or probably more than that.

She turned her gaze to the lake that had been forgotten by her and a question came to her mind.

"Do you know where we are?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, which she didn't notice with her full attention directed to the lake. He had expected that she would at least ask him who he was, what his name was, where he came from, or anything that required information regarding his identity. But, her question was still logically acceptable, given her situation at this very moment.

He smirked; she was the one after all.

So innocent.

"We're in Elysian."

She turned her gaze from the lake to look at him, confusion clear in her eyes.

"What is Elysian? And how did I get here?"

He smiled at her and raised his right hand to ruffle her pink hair. She closed her eyes in comfort.

And that was when he noticed it.

So pure.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you yet."

She saw him turned his gaze to look at the full moon right behind her, and she unconsciously followed his gaze by turning her whole form to look at the moon.

"Time's almost up."

She heard him say from her back. She turned around to face him once more, but she was shocked to find that he wasn't there anymore. Her eyes widened.

He was gone.

She looked around the lake desperately in hope of finding him. Her eyes scanned her surroundings carefully but quickly. But he was really gone. There were no signs of him at all, and the warmth of his presence until just now was no longer there.

Like he was never there to begin with.

"Hey, where are you?"

She was scared all of sudden. The thought of being alone came to her mind again. She put arms around herself to cover from the cold.

She wanted him back.

"Please," his voice began. "Please, Sakura." His voice was pleading; pleading to her.

She turned her head everywhere but she couldn't see him. But she could hear his voice clear in her mind. She wondered where and how could he have learned her name, but she let it slide. The first priority was to find his location.

"Where are you?"

"Please," he said again. "Don't tell anyone."

She heard his voice again.

"Don't tell anyone about this meeting."

Her eyes widened slightly when she saw his figure across the lake, each passing second getting farther and farther, smaller and smaller. She ignored on whatever he said earlier and she began running towards him on pure instincts and tried to reach for him, but it was too late.

"Hey... Wait!"

She ran as fast as she could, hoping she could catch him and stop him from leaving. Her bare feet pushed harder on the grass in order to push her body to run faster towards his direction. She called out to him,

"Please, wait!"

She felt a familiar twinge of pain and fear grew in her chest.

She screamed,

"Don't leave me all alone!"

"Please!"

She jolted from bed, panting and gasping for air. She blinked when she took in her surroundings. She was in her bedroom, at her very own house. She remembered every inch and part of the dream, and she could swear it seemed more like a reality than a dream. His voice still rang clearly in her mind, along with his features. Hell, she even remembered every detail, like the lake, the trees, and the flowers.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone on her bedside table. She stared at her phone for a few seconds, still in a daze from her previous dream. A frown grazed her pretty features. She had been getting nightmares ever since she was a little, but this kind of dream was new. Did it mean something? She shook her head.

She sighed and she finally took her phone in her hand and answered the call.

"Hello?"

Her voice was still hoarse like it always did on mornings. She leaned on the hard board of her bed and her hand gripped the end of the white sheets that rested against her thigh. She looked on her right, where the window curtains let the morning sun rays slipped into the room. The weather looked nice today, she thought. The sun was shining just right and cumulus clouds were performing on a quite steady pace.

"Good morning, Sakura-sama. Did I wake you?" A calm voice came through the other line.

She recognized the voice as Wei's. He was basically one of her closest people, which she didn't have much. He drove her everywhere, he reminded her things, and he did everything she ordered him to. He was like her personal caretaker since she lived alone in the house and away from her parents.

Yes, she lived away from her parents. This had never been a problem for her. She lived in a normal house, even bigger than average, all alone. She had maids coming every morning to clean the whole house. Her life had been nothing but luxurious. Her family owned a huge company that ruled over Japan alongside with other great companies. They said that everything and everyone was in her reach. But, they were wrong.

Putting those "caretaker" stuff aside, Wei was simply a good friend. He had opened her mind regarding having a friend to talk to when she had troubles. She used to ignore the idea of having a real friend, for she only made "friends" with her father's friends' children. They took nothing personally and never said anything serious. Their gatherings were all limited to just a point to pass the time. They ate in famous restaurants, shopping together, or talked nonsense all day. They were a perfect distraction to her real life.

However, Wei was different. He was someone who would listen to her problems and helped her without hoping for anything in return. He was loyal and he kept secrets. He was kind right from the heart, and his words were always comforting and pleasant to the ear. Unfortunately, their meeting was initially ordered by her.

Her stepmother.

And she hated it. She hated her. She hated the fact that most of the people she encountered were not by chance or sheer luck, they were all planned by her. It was as if her life was already planned and sorted out carefully already. It reminded her of how powerless and useless she was compared to that woman.

"Mm, not at all. I woke up early today. What is it?" Her voice was nothing but calm for she already knew what Wei was about to tell her.

It's—

"It's about your mother, Sakura-sama. She asked me to deliver a package she had personally prepared for you."

Her.

She sighed, "Do you know what it is?"

Wei was hesitant for a moment. "It's a dress, Sakura-sama. From what I've heard, the Haruno Corporation will be hosting a party tonight in celebration for a new cooperation with a certain company. She had requested that you are to wear this dress for tonight."

Her order.

"And it is crucial that you attend the party tonight. She will see to it personally that you will undoubtedly be there."

It was a party like this that she wished she wasn't born in high level society. Even though she could decline the idea of attending a company's party, she could only do it once in a while. Her presence as the daughter of Haruno Company's owner would most likely needed to gatherings such as these. It was the reputation of the company, and the talk of people. No matter how much she disliked it, her name and face were still there on public and people couldn't help but know of her. She wasn't keen on learning people's names, though. She never wanted to get involved in the company she was born in.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she said, "Alright."

When she arrived at the party, there were people who welcomed her with kind greetings and formal compliments. Some would even commented on how she looked radiant tonight. She didn't answer them as usual, for she didn't know who they were, but even she had been taught manners so she smiled throughout the whole thing.

She was wearing a violet dress that hung closely low on her mid thigh. The front side of the dress was being pulled up by silk golden ribbons towards the direction of her shoulder. Her pink hair was loose and swaying softly on her back as she walked. She wore a pair of golden earrings and her makeup was light but it matched her complexion. Her wrist was adorned with a bracelet chosen to pair with her dress. To say it all, her figure was perfect as she walked with those heels flawlessly.

She was perfect and flawless. The only thing missing was her eyes. They never lit up with any emotion. She remained emotionless like a pretty still doll.

Yes, that's all she was.

A doll.

She might actually be happy when people complimented her, if not for the dress was chosen personally by the person she hated the most: her stepmother. And besides, these people were not even her father's friends. They were his associates. They only stayed around because her father was one of the most famous people in Japan. They were the kind of people who would stick to others for business priority. The thought of it made her clench her fists unconsciously.

As she walked through the crowds, there were many people, men particularly, that tried to take her attention. They would bow occasionally to show their utmost respect and said something nice and sweet, or tried giving her a handful of red roses. But none of them did take her attention even in the slightest.

Until, a certain man did.

He was tall and lean. His figure was held with confidence and pride overwhelmed his whole being. He gave off an aura of masculine and maturity. His hair was long dark blue pulled together into a low ponytail. His bangs covered some parts of his face. His eyes were ones she had never seen before. They were dark blue and they looked so bottomless; like you could actually drown in them.

She felt weirdly attracted to those orbs, and felt herself slightly drowned in them.

Because she noticed things that were unusual to human eyes; things uncommon and inhuman.

Her eyes widened. Those eyes...

Was it him?

Unconsciously, she changed her walking direction to where he was standing currently. She made her way out of the crowd with quite an effort. There were many people that wanted to greet her and had a little chat with her, but she ignored them nonchalantly. Her eyes were focused to his presence and his presence only. Her feet were moving on their own accord, controlled by her overwhelming curiosity.

It might be her only chance. She needed to know who he was, and what was he doing in her dreams. What did he mean by what he had said before?

"You must be the one."

She quickened her pace and when she finally got out of the crowd, she saw him clearly.

"We're in Elysian."

He was talking in a rather polite manner with a man with long spiky grey hair. She had just noticed that he was wearing a black suit with a dark blue tie. His appearance was rather appealing; it was no doubt that he was one of the important people his father knew, for he was invited to this private celebration party. And he, too, looked quite intelligent somehow.

She watched as he slowly noticed her presence and her stare for quite the moment now and he turned his view towards her direction. Their eyes meet instantly, and she noticed that he was looking at her with slight attraction and amusement in his eyes. Then, when she reached her destination, she stopped and stood still beside him.

He smiled at her.

"Ah, you are here."

Her expression was quickly filled with confusion and when she was about to open her mouth to speak, the man next to him suddenly bowed politely in order to greet her presence. She turned to him, surprised.

"Good evening, Sakura-sama. I am Hatake Kakashi," he gave her a warm smile. "Now that you've come to meet Uchiha-san. I will take my leave and give you two some privacy."

He bowed again and she was speechless as she watched him disappear into the crowd. She turned her attention back onto the person now standing in front of her.

"…Uchiha-san?" she asked, confusion evident in her tone.

He smiled again, "Yes, Haruno-san?"

"Who are you?"

He blinked.

Then he laughed.

She blinked; taken aback by his sudden outburst. It was a soft laugh and he gave off more aura of masculine with his husky voice and calm demeanor.

When he recovered from his laughter, he turned and face her with his smile.

"I am Uchiha Itachi, Haruno-san. You do not know of me?"

She shook her head in reply.

"Well, I must say I am quite surprised. Didn't your mother inform this beforehand?"

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Inform what, Uchiha-san?"

He smiled softly at her. "Our company's alliance and our engagement."

It was dark.

That was her first thought when she opened her eyes. Her second thought was the moon, it was as full as the last time she saw it. The third was she found herself lying on the soft grasses. The fourth, she was at the lake; exactly like last time. The same place she found herself like last time she got here.

She stood up carefully, minding her nightgown. She inspected the place; it really was the same one. How did she get here again was really out of her knowledge, and she suddenly realized at that very moment that someone might hold the key to her answers.

That person from last time, she figured.

She walked around the lake to find signs or traces of him, but he was nowhere. After what seemed to be forever, she sighed and sat at the edge of the lake. She turned to stare at the clear water beside her. Touching the water with her fingertips, she muttered,

"I wish I could see him again."

The water rippled and shone, and it was too bright for her as she shut her eyes close and retracted her hand. When she felt the light had decreased and gone, she opened them again and saw a tree across the lake.

It stood out among the others; she wondered why she didn't see it before. Its leaves were much greener and its fruits were so enchanting that she found herself walking towards the tree. The tree itself came to her sight instead of the person she wished for, and it pulled at her curiosity again. Standing on her tiptoes, she raised a hand and picked one of the fruits the enchanted tree bore.

She brought the enchanting fruit closer to her mouth to take a bite, but was stopped by a voice she recently heard that she found it oddly familiar.

"Don't eat that."

She stopped midway and turned to the interrupter, and gasped.

There he was, the person she'd been looking for, standing a few feet away from her, staring at her blankly. Her hold on the fruit loosened and it fell to the ground, abandoned and forgotten. With a few light steps towards his direction, she was there, standing in front of him just like last time.

"You're here." He could tell by her choice of expression that she was happy to see him. Her eyes glimmered under the moonlight and he saw the slightest bit of affection held in them. He smirked. Nevertheless, if he came one second later than he did, she'd be in terrible danger. He frowned and took a second look at the fruit abandoned on the grass. He didn't want any of danger came her way.

"You shouldn't eat anything that looks so enchanting, Sakura. Everyone knows that." He gently said to her, but some way in a scolding tone. She bit her lip and looked down, not knowing what to say to him.

"I don't know... It looks different than any fruit I've ever seen."

He sighed. "Exactly. Shouldn't you be somewhat more aware?"

"…I'm sorry."

She looked so sad; like a girl being scolded by her mother and he knew he made it sound like he was angry at her. Sighing, he ruffled her hair just like last time, an act she found the way he showed his affection.

She smiled sheepishly at him, and he couldn't help but smile softly at her. Any more minute in this place without his supervision and she could basically lost her soul to this place. Even though the heaven itself didn't find her presence as a threat, and even permitted her to enter, she was still human. So fragile and weak to stand what this place could offer.

Unexpectedly, she started asking him questions in a manner that wasn't like last time. It was probably because she was afraid of not learning the fact, again. And she wasn't going to take the chance like last time he left her.

"Hey, where did you go? Why did you disappear like last time?" He turned his head down a bit to look at her face. She was confused, he could tell. Her fair complexion was adorned with worry. He smiled. He should give her answers soon.

"There are reasons."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "That didn't answer a thing."

He chuckled. She was interesting all right.

"Basically, I never left." She kept her eyebrow raised at him.

He thought for a moment then said, "Why don't you ask another one? I'll answer anything."

Her eyes lit up. "Anything?"

He nodded. He led them both to the spot near the lake that was surrounded by small flowers, and she followed. The flowers were colorful and they held soft light on their petals. She watched him take a seat between them. Minding the flowers she lifted her silk nightgown carefully, and followed his actions. They both sat comfortably on the grass and faced the lake as they started to talk.

She set her eyes on the water and then towards him, "You said this place is called Elysian. What is that?"

He stared at her from the corners of his eyes. Her small face was covered by her pink bangs and it suited her perfectly. Her big eyes, shining with curiosity and interest were staring at him. She was beautiful. Perfect, even. Her confidence was also guided with character, which made her even flawless. He didn't know why he was destined to be with her. The reasons, he would never know about. Why fate chose this; he or anyone couldn't tell.

But, he was grateful he had someone so perfect for his pitch black life.

Someone that would light up the darkness of his world. Someone that would made a balance; a part of that puzzle that remained a mystery for all of this time. The puzzle he desperately searched for hundreds of years. And now, he had found her.

The perfect piece of him.

"It is a place where the untainted and heroic souls are resting."

Her eyes widened slightly, "Souls? Does that mean I'm dead?"

But it couldn't be. She was sure she woke up after the last time she came here. This was supposed to be a dream, created by her own imagination inside her very own mind.

He shook his head, "The soul itself doesn't need to be dead to visit The Elysian Fields. It just needs to be pure and untainted. This is the place where the untainted souls find their happiness and bliss, forever."

She frowned. "I still don't get it. Then does that mean, my soul is—"

"Untainted? Yes. It's the only logical reason why you can visit Elysian whenever you like."

"A logical reason? Then, you don't know for real why I'm here? What about you?"

"I am here because of you. Elysian is a place where a person finds their happiness. My happiness stays within you, Sakura, and I could say it works likewise for you. As to why I'm here with you, let's just say—"

He smirked.

"—it's fate."

She blinked for a second, absorbing all this new information in. Then, she nodded and put her forefinger on her chin, a gesture that meant she was thinking. She thought about what question she should ask next. While he was here, she thought, she could ask questions, first.

"Why didn't you allow me to eat that fruit?"

He stared at her. "You just can't. Its magic is unfit for a human. It will be too strong for you to handle."

The way he said that word 'human' with ease made her shudder and think.

"What are you?"

He blinked. He didn't expect her to ask that question this soon. It seemed like she was cleverer than he thought she'd be.

He smirked.

She caught on fast. All the more reason why she's perfect.

"I'm an immortal." She blinked.

"Like a vampire?" He chuckled. She did know a little about immortals, though.

"Well, yes and no." She raised an eyebrow. "It's true that we don't sleep and we can produce fangs like vampires if needed, but we're different. Sunlight would not harm us; and neither does holy water. We're pretty much alive and born, not bitten."

"What do you eat?" He smirked. "Blood, or human food. I can survive on either."

He saw her sigh in relief, and he chuckled.

"Why? Thought I might want to eat you?"

She glared at his teasing, "Well… Who wouldn't think the way I did?"

"Don't flatter yourself too much, Sa-ku-ra." She glared again.

"Fine, say whatever you want." she huffed.

He chuckled at her childish stunt and ruffled her hair again. Her eyes softened in response and she couldn't help but smiling like a little kid being complimented. She had never felt loved before. And his act made her think he knew that from the very start; that's why he kept doing nice things to her.

When he arrived just now, she was more than happy to see him. Hell, with that look on her face he'd bet she had hoped she'd see him. And a few seconds ago, she was scared by finding out his real identity. She was too easy to figure out. Her feelings were written all over her face.

"Last time, you said that I was 'the one'. What does that mean?"

So she remembered that part too.

"That means," he smirked. "You're mine."

She blinked and then she quickly turned her head to the side when heat rushed to her face.

She shook her head. She still needed explanations. She had to understand everything and that's top priority.

"I don't know what that means."

He sighed. Might as well tell her. Better sooner done than later.

"Immortals, have mates. They don't live alone forever. They have each a lifetime partner fated beside them to accompany them throughout their lives."

Her eyes widened. "Don't tell me that I'm your…" He chuckled.

"Glad you figured that out on your own."

She fell silence, thinking. And then she move to sit facing him. A thought occurred to her, "But you're an immortal and I'm human."

Getting her point, he explained further. "Yes, and there are ways to turn human into immortals." Her face turned serious.

"How does one become an immortal?"

He smirked. "You really want to be with me, Sakura? You seem to be thinking this harder than I thought."

She glared at him and gave his shoulder a playful punch. "You didn't answer my question." He laughed. At least the tension was relieved a bit.

"Well, you can't." She blinked. "Immortals are born as humans as first; when they come of age the immortal blood that runs through their systems activates and they stop aging. Humans can become immortals if they are the immortals' mate. The immortal can change his human mate into an immortal."

She thought again. "So a normal human without an immortal mate can never be an immortal?"

He nodded. "Never. Because an immortal can only have one mate a lifetime."

"And because humans didn't even know that we exist."

She nodded in understanding. "I get it now."

He flicked her nose softly. "Took you forever." She glared at him.

"Hey! That was so uncalled for."

He stared at her bluntly with that gaze again and she couldn't help but focused her whole attention to the lake instead to keep the heat from her face.

"Hey, why are you telling me all of this now? I mean, you said you couldn't tell me yet, before."

His playful expression changed to a frown.

"Because the time had come sooner than I thought. The prophecy is fulfilling."

His frown got deeper.

"It's almost time."

Her eyes widened. She saw him staring at the moon again just like last time. Did that mean he would disappear like last time? He was looking at the moon so intently as if it was hypnotizing him. He stood up, and she unconsciously grabbed his hand in reflex, afraid he'd go without saying anything.

Surprised by her move, he looked at her in the eyes. She looked at him with that look on her face. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you leaving?" Sadness was evident in her voice.

He smiled.

"No, we both are."

She was about to ask him what he meant by that, but she saw this light coming from the moon above them, shining upon them. It was getting brighter and brighter every second, and she was getting difficulties seeing him. But his hand holding hers was guarantee he was still there. She turned to face him.

"Hey, you never told me your name."

She could see him faintly smirking at her before he gently squeezed her hand. She could see both of them fading into the light coming from the moon. Before the light totally fell upon both of them, she heard his voice. It was faint.

"Uchiha…"

When he told me:

He smirked.

"—it's fate."

I didn't even turn down the idea of our encounter being a part of fate.

Because secretly,

hopefully,

it was really fate.

A/N : Elysian is from the Greek Mythology "The Elysian Fields" and the word "Elysium"; it means "A place or condition of ideal happiness" or as usually people call it, "The world of dreams".

This fic has been beta-ed by Michlynx. Thank you so much! I really appreciate your help.

Thanks for reading Light of Fireflies, Chapter 1.

Review please!

June 25, 2015
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