So, this is my first story, or at least the first chapter in my first story.
I could probably do this whole idea in one, long story, but because I don't want to work on the whole thing right now I'll submit it in pieces.
And of course, I don't own Naruto or any of it's characters. I'm just a fan.
There was nothing odd about the lake itself, really. And even though calling it a lake might be a bit generous, people had always referred to it that way in the few conversations it might appear. Calling it a "pond" gave off the impression that it was a little, insignificant thing and that was most certainly not the case, because it was here that something very important and sacred happened. It was at this spot that water and flames meet for the first time, and although it might sound strange, it was at this innocent looking lake that the fire grew and grew until it was strong enough to accept the challenge that the fire bearer's life would have.
That's why Sasuke was shocked to find himself at this spot, the lake literally all he could see. It was a place that was very vivid in his memory, although of course in his mind he could see the hill with its wooden walkway that descended down to the dock and the buildings of the Village Hidden in the Leaves in the distance behind him. And there was the forest that hid the lake from three sides that always held such great mystery to him as a child, although he couldn't ever remember venturing into it. Maybe sometime he had, although most of the events from his childhood seemed like they were from another life, despite his ability to remember most of them so clearly. Lately he had been thinking about them often, bringing up parts of his life that he had scarcely remembered before. He had never felt so close to the child he had once been, but at the same time he had never felt so far away. But he was okay with that, since it seemed that lately his life had been filled with extremes so diverse that he wondered why the choices hadn't torn him apart.
But he didn't want to think about those terrible things now. Not when he was so confused. You'd think it would be hard to become confused in a place you knew so well, but the problem was that the lake was all he knew. After the lake and its guardian wall of trees stopped, Sasuke could see nothing. Just a vast expanse of white nothingness that might have gone on forever, or might have stopped right there. It was impossible to tell. And as much as Sasuke wanted to figure out where the hell he was, something else caught his attention first.
From where he sat on the flawless white ground Sasuke could see two figures sitting on the end of the wooden dock that jutted out into the water. From this distance he could make out very little about the pair as they gazed out at the still surface of the water, other than the distinct jet black hair that looked like spots of night in this endless world of white. And even though it should have been impossible for him to know, Sasuke could feel it somewhere inside of him that he knew these people. Before he could stop himself, two words had escaped his lips.
"Mother? Father?"