Hey all! Just a little something that I've had in my head for a while and have decided to actually write.
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, why would I be here?
After the last die is cast,
Gone… all gone… I'm the only one left.
What do you have to lose?
It was the Chuunin exams. The Sound and Sand invaded. Orochimaru… killed the Hokage.
After the last die is cast…
Kabuto infiltrated the ANBU and cast a genjutsu. Kakashi-sensei woke me up and sent Pakkun, Sakura, Shikamaru and I off to help Sasuke. When I looked back after leaping through that hole… Kakashi-sensei and Gai-sensei were… dead.
Who's to say who lives or dies
We were being tracked by nine Sound hunters and Shikamaru offered to stay behind and hold them back. We found Sasuke up against that Sand puppet-man, but Shino came and fought him instead. As we leaped after Gaara, his sister sent a blast of wind that decapitated Pakkun, but he just disappeared in smoke.
When you're the only one in the world…
We caught up to Gaara, he used sand to capture Sakura. Sasuke immediately went into Curse Seal mode and fought against him. The last thing I remember was watching Sasuke as the base of his neck… combusted. It seemed that he used the Curse Seal too much. Then, it all went black.
And you open your mouth to scream…
When I came to, Sakura was long dead. Suffocated by the sand. As I stumbled back to Konoha, I found a clump of bugs and a dark pair of sunglasses. I went further and found the bodies of Asuma-sensei and Shikamaru. Finally, I climbed through that hole in the wall and reached Konoha, only to see a horrid sight.
Does any sound come out?
All of Konoha was in ruins, and in what was left of the stadium, the ninja were being executed. All the villagers were already dead. I was the only one left.
When the last die is cast…
Now I stand here, broken, before the bodies of the Snake and the Sand. I am already mortally wounded. Kyuubi… is dead. He used all of his chakra healing me and helping me destroy Sound and Sand. I will die. I know that now. Yet, it isn't peaceful. It isn't nice to know that I will meet with my friends. If I go down now, I go down fighting. But what is there to fight? There is only me.
Will anyone remember your struggle?
Aghh! I tried not to make another depressing fic, but I can't help it! Anyways, good? Bad? Review. The poem was completely original.