2 years. 2 Years had passed since the boy left, abandoning everything in his life, in search for power, for strength, for the ability to destroy that which had hurt him most in his life. The blood of hatred coarsed through every inch of his body, his veins, his heart.
His own brother, his own friends, what was left for him there? Nothing, and with a tear in every eye of Konoha. Sasuke Uchiha. Last remaining Survivor of the Uchiha clan, bearer of the Curse Seal of Orochimaru, wielder of the Sharingan, and third member of Squad 7. Left.
"This is it." A voice rang across the silence, the empty plains. "I can feel him...it's...it's unmistakeable." White eyes confirmed it. He had been tracked down. Stepping forward nonchalantly, an orange jumpsuit surfaced, a young boy with his face as tense as a stone cliff. No emotions. No hope, nothing but longing and sadness.
"Are you sure?" His cold voice cutting through the White-Eyed girl like a knife through butter.
"Yes...his is different. So different, I'm s-s-sure." The Girl stuttered, clearly embarassed at her own pain. This was the boy she longed for, standing right infront of him, and all he could care for, was someone who had abandoned them years ago.
"Good." He smiled, the first real smile she had seen him wear in a long time. If only it were for her.
"I'm sorry...Hinata." He closed his eyes, and with a rapid movement of his hands, his palm was pressed against her forehead, sending a rapid blue burst through her head, sending the shy little girl flying to the ground, with the world blacking away. "But I'm too close for you to interefere..."
The world was a blur for Naruto Uzumaki. It had been ever since the day his best friend left for good. The day that his own soul was shattered into pieces. The closest thing Konoha's Orange Flash had ever known to be family, a brother, a friend, a rival, Sasuke had been all of these things, and more. It was love.
The sky flashed, lightning enveloping the mountainscape, casting the silhouette of a boy, black haired and red eyed. By his side, stood only emptiness, and in his heart, stood hatred and love, a cacophany of hell and home. He was coming.