Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to naruto or any of its characters, Masashi Kishimoto does.
Authors notes: It's been quite some time since I've updated so I want to apologies (MAJORLY!) for the wait. I've been working really hard to refine and fine tune events of this story ( lots of notes!) so I believe the wait will ultimately be worth it!
Here are a few notes for this fic:
1.) This is a story taking place after the events of the canon naruto series. ( post the fourth shinobi World War)
2.) WARING SPOILER! - You can expect MANY of the familiar faces of the original series to make an appearance.
3.) I want everyone that's even mildly interested in this story to know that I am fully invested in it and have quite a few plans and ideas to take the story into. I just hope you all enjoy it ( if even just a little.)
so please keep this in mind, even if I happen to take a little while to update do not presume that I've given up on this project.
4.) I would like to thank everyone that has and will read through my fic, it really means A lot and I appreciate your time and hope you review, follow or just stay tune to the stories progression.
Chapter 1: Ayame Uchiha
Blood, war, and death.
That is all my vision sees, the rain heavy as I move faster than any of my enemies. I move like lightning with deadly precision, skill and awareness dispatching them.
Dozens of them come with every passing second.
As I pierce through their vital points, my mind begins to feel a strange sensation.
"He's so fast!" I hear voices mutter, "fallback! fallback! He's too fast!"
And indeed I am.
"Yes" I smirk.
What a fearful bunch they are; they are like children, cowering in fear... I pity them...
"Die with honor and beside your fellow clansmen, even if the situation looks hopeless, that is the way of my clan" I say, unsheathing my blade as I dash towards the scum abandoning their fellow clansmen.
"Please don't! Spare me aaagh!" I hear the cowards plead and beg, but to no avail. Instead they are struck with countless kunai's and other projectiles at my disposal.
These attacks are not meant to kill, instead they are meant to leave them injured and in great pain.
Those that beg or run do don't deserve a swift death.
Before they die I let them watch as their clansmen receive a more honorable death.
In the blink of an eye, I grab my blade and pierce through their vital organs, immediately killing them.
As I do this I feel it happen again, that same sensation from before.
This feeling.
This strange and eerie satisfaction, one that feels disturbingly familiar.
Yet, liberating.
Soon my adrenaline rises to the point where I am instinctively moving faster and faster!
Until I finally come to; getting a hold of myself.
I force my body to a complete halt; the mud and rain flying pass my feet and into the distance. I turn my head slightly, and from behind see the massive streak of corpses I had made.
A brief and light exhale under my breath sends an ominous chill down my spine as I close my eyes to soak the moment in. Suddenly, my attention is grabbed by the sound of an entire army approaching.
"There he is! Get him! He's the one!"
The reinforcements, I hear them approaching closer, their numbers within the hundreds.
"Bastard! You're going to pay for what you did!"
They throw their weapons and clan flag up high into the air, charging towards me and beginning to form suiton ninjutsu hand seals.
I respond by forming katon hand seals. The burning sensation in my throat alerts me that it is ready. I give them one last nod, and with that, open my mouth to release the huge flames that had begun to burn deep within my lungs.
That took some of them out…to say the least.
The flames I created now stood massive over me, obscuring my vision. I barely see the kunai that had slipped through the fire.
But it was blocked.
"Always the hasty one, aren't we brother?" the man says , his back towards me. He returns the kunai he used to block the attack into a small weapon pouch around his waist.
As he turns his head to my direction, I notice the logo of the Uchiha on his back.
Suddenly I hear more approaching from behind me.
They are all Uchiha clan members as well.
Within moments an entire army of them forms behind me us as they welcome me and ready their weapons and sealing stance.
The last bit of flame I had created clears away, revealing the other portion of the enemies' army. Now the battle between these two clans quickly rages on.
but not for long.
Hours that felt like mere minutes pass and fade as we massacre the remaining reinforcements.
"Brother." I hear the man call to me again, moving his hair to the side and wiping the blood and sweat away from his face. I now see it, his eyes, he bears the Sharingan as well. "Next time you shouldn't charge ahead like that. You get to drawn into the battle and get careless."
More clan members start to gather around us.
"We were fortunate this time," he says looking at them.
"few where injured."
He then switches his attention to two approaching members carrying an injured uchiha, together they gently place him on the ground as the man approaches the injured clansmen.
He sighs in grief, helping the injured clansmen position himself for medical attention. "Aaaah!" the injured clansmen screams and grunts; holding the right side of his rib and spitting out blood that leaks from his mouth.
"Still.." the man begins, pausing for a moment as he looks at the injured clansmen in agony.
"the enemy may have been weak but they had much greater numbers over us." He finishes
I approach him alongside many other uchiha's as we collectively transfer our chakra to a female member, who immediately tends to the injured clansmen.
Suddenly, we hear a cry from the distant.
We follow the screams, only to lead us to the last remaining survivor of the enemies' clan. He screams in pain begging for death, his entire right foot crushed by a massive rock that hid him from the battle.
"My brother, what should we do with him?" the man ask's me.
"He will seek revenge if we let him live. It is only natural, his entire clan was just slaughtered before him."
I now see myself unsheathing my blade as the last surviving enemy continues to scream. "You and your clan have fought well" I say, stabbing him through the heart.
I lift my blade and watch the blood slither down the sides. I faintly see a reflection looking back at me. A reflection I have seen before.
I know this person, this is Uchiha Mardara!
I suddenly wake up to the sound of thunder. My chest feeling tight, making it hard to breath. I gasp for air, quickly sitting up. As the time slowly passes, I begin to calm down.
Why do these dreams keep haunting me? I'm in these dreams, and yet, it's not me. It's like I'm another person.
Why is it Madara though? It's always him. Everything seems too familiar. Everything's too clear. It's almost as if my dreams were memories..