Ok here's a story I wanted to write but I never got the chance without a fan fiction. Net account. First story I've ever written on I hope it Isn't horrible.
Naruto belongs to masashi kishimoto not me. I can wish though.
The air smelled dusty, a metallic scent of blood cut through the dry dusty air like a knife. a TV lay next to the sliding door, it crackled with static, the static made no noise so it was uncomfortably quiet.
Sprawled out on the leather couch lay a body. In its hand lay a small pistil. The red blood contrasted deeply with the leather couch. The person on the couch was male, and had dark blonde hair, and hollow blue eyes which were now open and wincing in pain.
He wore a black short sleeve shirt, and black shorts that had only two pockets. around his neck was a necklace with a strange symbol on the end. Moonlight shone through the sliding door making the boy look ghostly.
His blonde hair was matted with a strange black substance. His whole right side of his head was completely gone.
Left over was bone shards, gray brain matter, and that black goop. His tongue rolled out of his mouth in a sort off comical scene.
The walls of the old house were dark black, with gray curtains that hung from broken windows. On the walls big scrawled red words of a strange language were clearly displayed.
Suddenly a bright flashed through the dank room. It lasted about ten seconds. The boy was gone from the couch. No traces of him to be found. The black substance and brain matter left on the black clad leather couch.
Konoha was in a peaceful state. The villagers were walking around happily and doing all there business. The hokage was in a cheerful mood as well. All of his paper work was finished, nobody needed him, so he could relax for now.
All the ninjas had no missions, so they could do what they really want to do all day.
……How ignorant of them.
There's the prologue im thinking of making this a long story not just a few chapters.
How is it good or rubbish.
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