Just a quick sneak-peak at my next project :) I'm trying to get everything I've done in the last couple years up as quickly as possible, in the hope that it will help me finish them without getting distracted too easily :P
Disclaimer: if I owned Naruto, there would be more torture, and more feels. (I know, you didn't think it was possible, but I would MAKE it be!)
It was really just supposed to be a normal, cut-and-dry mission.
It wasn't even anything life-threatening.
That was probably why they let him go, in spite of being the Hokage.
Unfortunately, regardless of predictions, expectations, and intentions, that cut-and-dry mission was how he'd come to be where he now found himself.
"Don't worry, kid; we'll get you somewhere nice and warm, and then we can have a nice long conversation about just what you think you were doing hanging out by your old man's grave in this."
Rain pounded down on him, beating tattoos into his chest and left side. Even though it made his clothes cool to the touch, everything felt hot and oddly dry, as though the rainwater were evaporating right off of him. When he dared to crack his eyes a little, everything seemed vague and distorted; the world was not supposed to be this big, he was sure of it. And why was he so... oddly proportioned? He could feel that his limbs were not where he was accustomed to them being. Add to that the fact that he was being carried...
Genjutsu? Must be...
But heck, he was bored anyway. Might as well go along for the ride for at least a little while.
"C'mon, kiddo, what were you tryin' to do? Follow him up? Jeeze..."
Wait. That voice was...
Taking more effort than it really should have, Kakashi tilted his gaze upward to verify what could not possibly be true.
"J'riya? Bu'... y'r dead..."
I should hopefully have the next part up in a few days, and I've already got a couple chapters on this, so... we'll just have to see how it goes! Fare thee well!