AN: I don't own anyone or anything from Naruto. If I did, I'd live in a reeaaaalllly nice house, and not have to go to school, or post tributary fanfictions, or anything like that. I'd also be able to have my way with a LOT of the characters who died/should (have) die(d). Thanks.
Also: If you get emotional and worked up over things like this (like I do), it may be in your best interest to have a couple tissues on hand.
"Why… why did you have to leave me?" his words of venom were masked by a great heartbroken feeling in his heart of hearts. Iruka Unimo kicked the onyx stone.
"You deserted me!" he yowled at the sky.
The cries of terror from the civilians, the cry to come to arms from the Hokage, and the cries of the dying echoed all around.
"Iruka, stay here," his father barked. The couple stood at the open door.
"Goodbye, Iruka. Stay safe."
Before the twelve-year-old could even blink, his father and mother dissolved into the heat of battle.
"Mother! Father! You can't leave me alone!" he wailed. After watching them disappear into the fray, he turned to the mirror. He saw a small, fragile looking boy, tears streaming down his face, staring back. He wouldn't be weak anymore. His father had already decided that he was too frail and emotional to be a true shinobi, even if he had never said it out loud. It was written all over his face every time he even looked at his son. 'I will prove my worth.' was the thought that drummed in his mind constantly. Now that the opportunity had arisen, he was ordered to stay away from the fight.
"I'm sorry, Father," he murmured as he strapped on his weaponry. "Today is the day I will prove myself; and nothing you say will stop me." Securing his newly acquired headband, Iruka sprinted bravely into combat. Immediately, he spied his parents and Hizashi Hyūga fighting in an odd shaped triangle. The Unimo's stood back to back, their movements like a rehearsed ballet performance. The missing-nin were flinging themselves against the two. They were failing nearly every time; and anyone who got through was taken down by Hizashi's kunai, or his Gentle Fist attack. All, except for one. His mother was caught off guard, and she crumpled to the ground. Iruka's scream was caught in his throat as he raced through the opposing ninja, fear and hatred fueling his attacks.
Hot, blurring tears dripped down his young face, as the memory flooded his thoughts.
The boy stopped at his mother's side. The gash stretched across her abdominals, and deep red was leeching across her tunic.
Her dark eyes struggled to find his face. "Go…" she whispered painfully. "Iruka…"
"Mother… no… You can't leave. You can't leave me!"
"Iruka! Get out of here!" Unimo yelled at his son.
The numbness of had taken hold of him, and he couldn't hear his father's demands.
"Iruka, please!"
"Get him out," Hizashi whispered to a ninja from the medical corps.
"Yes, sir."
Iruka howled, clawed, and shrieked at the medical-nin, clinging to her.
"I won't leave them to die!" he shouted.
The ninja, with all of his experience, could only think of one non-lethal way to remove Iruka.
Mid-hysterical screech, the wind was taken out of his lungs, and blackness devoured the world.
AN: FIN. For now. Chapter two's coming soon. In the mean time, REVIEWS! Please!