authors note; alright. total revamp of my kakashi story. this one is much better. promise! haha. xD. enjoy. 3
disclaimers; i do not own naruto, or any character from the show. the only character i own are my own. (Namine, Akito, Tohmo, Rin, etc. Basically, anybody from Shindou. Oh, and the bad guys. Those are mine.)
Wings of a Butterfly
Prologue
There's always repercussions to having a bloodline limit, no matter what it is. I knew of quite of few, and I knew all of them had their drawbacks. Bloodline limits like the Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan. Their bloodline limit at its best is the Mangekyō Sharingan, but prolonged use of this deteriorated the eye. To the point where prolonged usage would destroy the eye and leave the user blind. The question was asked often enough, 'why were we born with bloodline limits, if we can't use them to their full potential without causing harm?'. It's not a question that's easily answered though.
The best medical nins around the world had theories of course. Like bloodline limits being a birth defect, or a gene mutation that's not meant to be used. Basically, a bloodline limit allows you to use inhuman jutsu, but can do permanent damage to the human body, which can't handle the stress of the jutsu. Well, that's of course with the exception of the Jinchuuriki. Although it has the same effect. I've spoken with Naruto, and he's told me the effects that happens to his body after releasing his Bijuu. It all seems so silly to me.
I was born with a bloodline limit. A rare one, that only few people in my clan possessed. I was the only one left though, since those few people were elders and died by the time I was an adult. I'm from the Shindou Clan, and it's pretty legendary. It's up there with the Uchiha Clan, though our bloodline limit is more rare. When I was younger, I always praised my bloodline limit. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. But now, well, now I wish I never had it.
I've never been one for strong emotions, and I've never been one to just let my feelings show. I'm a fairly private person, and I don't let people get too close to me. Of course, none of that ever mattered to him. And what was frustrating was he was just like me, only worse. He kept people at arm's length at all times, with almost a phobia of getting too close. I never understood until now. To let people close to you, meant to mourn and be in pain once they left you. Whether it be on their own free will, or if death had taken them. It hurt, it hurt so much, and now I understood his fears.
It was dark, but I could still see him clearly. His broken body was lying flat out on the stone floor, his eyes were open and staring, but there was no life to them. A small trickle of blood fell from his lips, and I could see it because his mask had been yanked down. I felt…broken. There was really no other way to describe it. Running inside, and watching as that last attack swallowed him up, and tore him apart, and realizing that I was too late. His enemy fell, but he fell along with him. And I was left to watch him fall. I fell to my knees, unable to walk. I could hardly breathe, and the gaping hole in my chest was getting bigger every time I tried. The pain was almost unbearable, but I still crawled to his side.
When I got there, I collapsed on top of him, my arms slowly moving their way to his shoulders, and I pressed my face into the crook of his neck. I wanted to sob, I could feel my throat tighten and throb in pain with wanting to, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything but clutch onto him. The swirl of emotions that was swimming through my heart, and through my head was making me dizzy. I still held onto him, and it was only a minute before a broken sob finally left my throat. I looked at him, my vision blurry, and I pressed my hand against the side of his face.
"Please…wake up." I whispered, knowing it was useless. I wasn't sure why I said it, because I could feel that life had left him. He would say that it was simply his time, and that he died like a real Shinobi. But I didn't want to hear that, because right now, that was bullshit to me. "Please. Come on. Just wake up." I whispered. I pulled myself up so that my face was now pressed against his, and I traced his face with my fingers. This was how I usually woke him up when he was sleeping. A few more minutes passed, and I was seriously considering taking a kunai to my chest so I could go and retrieve him, and then a thought hit me.
My bloodline limit. I sat up slightly and looked at his face, and tried to rationalize my thoughts. My bloodline limit was not to be used for reasons such as this, and if I did, there could be serious repercussions. It was easy for my brain to tell me this, and it was just as easy for my heart to not even listen. I could save him, I could bring him back, I could reverse this, I could see him again. These thoughts were the only thing pulsating through my head right now, and I raised my hands up into the air. There was no time for hesitation and no time to try and stop myself. I wouldn't live in a world where he didn't exist. I just couldn't, not even if I tried. I hadn't spent nearly as much time as I wanted to, and there was no way in hell that I wasn't going to do anything if I had the ability.
So my eyes changed from their normal violet red color to bright gold, and the black flecks started to swirl together. My hair got longer, and my outfit changed and the normal white battle dress attire that came with the bloodline limit surrounded me. I brought my hands down close to me and performed the needed jutsu, just as Sakura burst though the cave opening. She saw me, and then she saw him, and then she gave me a pained look.
"Namine! Don't! I know you love him, but you can't do this! You have no idea what you could do!" She yelled, running over to stop me. I brought up a strong gust of wind and show it outwards, throwing her back. I looked at her, and my voice was smooth yet cold.
"You would do the same if it were Uchiha, Sasuke. Leave it alone, Sakura. I will take responsibility for my actions." I said, and turned back to the task at hand. I released the jutsu just as Sakura gave me a shocked expression. But she knew I was right. She would do the exact same thing if it was Sasuke. The air around me began to swirl unusually fast, before suddenly stopping. Everything froze, and time itself froze. I performed another jutsu, and with one last look on his face, I sent us back in time.