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Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi
Storyline by Karopapier
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Prolog: 雨 - Rain
Quiet patter filled the ruin. The leaves danced elegantly in the cold wind whilst the cloud's tears painted the dark silhouette of a fan on the stone beneath.
He stared at the grey sky, face expressionless, without taking any note of it. Similarly, he didn't take note of the stony ground on which he lay, nor the pain paralyzing his body. He couldn't feel a thing, including the cold raindrops which were rolling off his pale face and intermingled with the blood – his own, mixed with that of the dead man beside him – before dripping silently to the ground. He felt a chill creeping up his body, debilitated the boy's weak body until his own, slow heartbeat confirmed him that he was alive. That he had survived. That his battle, which he had fought over years and had sacrificed his life for, was over.
Slowly he turned his head to the side, his powerless breath sounding heavy in his ears, to face the man who had destroyed him. His black eyes met comparably black mirrors whose soul had already faded. The hint of a smile graced his lips even in death and the boy subconsciously found himself wondering why, before he realized he didn't care. Nothing interested him at this very moment. Emptiness enclosed him and the sense of relief he was expecting failed to appear. Only a dull, empty feeling embraced his latent heart, without any intention of ever letting it go.
Raindrops washed the dirt and filth away while the air took on the smell of forest and smoke. Black, tounge-like flames licked at the sky and their hissing sound joined the rain.
"You've succeeded."
The boy's eyes moved to meet the sound. He recognized the voice. But what was its owner doing here?
A black coat with red clouds appeared in his field of vision.
"Uchiha Itachi is dead. " It sounded more like a confirmation of fact than a surprising conclusion. Almost as if the man hadn't expected otherwise.
The boy averted his eyes to look upon Itachi once more. Blood coated his fingers; it turned the water swirling around him a pale shade of pink.
The man squatted down to the boy with dark hair and eyed him curiously through his spyhole.
"But I would have expected no less." He was exactly the one he needed to fulfill his plan. Once the time had come.
The ravenblack-haired didn't take his eyes from his brother, as the power to move had left him. However, out of the corner of his eyes he vaguely recognized the orange mask. The man bent forwards and held out his hand to him, but pulled it back suddenly and turned his head towards the wind.
"They'll be here soon." he said to the boy. "And they'll take you with them. But don't worry – we'll see each other again soon… Uchiha Sasuke."
But Sasuke didn't hear his parting words. His sight began to blur and his heart beat painfully in his chest as if to remind him that it still was pumping.
His eyelids fluttered, but he fought to keep them open; he didn't want to take his eyes off the man, he had killed – his brother, whose blood was already drying on his hands.
Sunlight broke through the grey cloud carpet and shone down on the two individuals, painting them in a bright haze which was reflected by the surrounding puddles and further impeded Sasuke's sight. Only vaguely could he still make out any details of his surroundings before his eyelids shut once and for all.
Pink.
Then darkness surrounded him.
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