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Auther's Note: This is a more serious story. If you want happiness, move on. If you don't mind bittersweet, welcome to my account. Especially this story. It is not all doom and gloom but it plays with the past. And the past is filled with sad moments that shape us. That is the theme for this short-spanned story that, like It's the Fear, was supposed to be a one-shot. And like the aforementioned, it'll probably be five parts or so. When this reaches that final part, remember I warned you right from the beginning.
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PROLOGUE:
A meteor—no. A glow, coiled, cascading through the sky as if some omen. Whether of ill tidings or fortune, it was too soon to say. The Uchiha watched as it streaked across the sky in an unnatural white hue, even against the bright blue dome. Beside him, the Hokage and his secretary watched, equally absorbed by the phenomenon.
"Do you suppose?" the Hokage began.
"Maybe."
Shikamaru turned toward Sasuke, practically out of habit as his features turned more serious than usual. He hadn't liked the looks of it or the possible grief it could entail, both politically and monetarily. "Investigate it," he said.
Sasuke immediately and wordlessly turned to leave when the secretary tapped on his shoulder. "It looked like it might have landed a good distance to the south. Pack for a week at least."
Sasuke nodded expressionlessly. "Right."
He had promised that he and Sakura would have the night together. Sakura had exuberantly planned for their date for weeks now. He'd have to send her a message about the change of plans on the way.
He found that when strange white bogeys fell from the sky, it meant there was work to be done. The dangerous kind that snatched you away.
