Fallen Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Hello, here I am with something a bit different than my other stories. It's my first ever attempt at a tragedy, so I would like that you tell me at the end of it how you liked it.

This story is my view on what would happen if Tobi was not the person we know him to be. If Sasuke never found out the truth about Itachi.

Warning: Lime ahead.

Part 1

A boy with blond hair and blue eyes ran through the woods, easily dodging his enemy's attacks. The boy went to stop by a branch as he turned and threw a kunai at them. They blocked his attack before throwing a shuriken but missed as he went to dodge it.

Where the hell is Sai? he asked himself and dodged another shuriken that came his way.

He was getting rather irritated and impatient to wait for the pale skinned guy and so made a quick decision as he dodged another of their attacks. Taking matters into his own hands, he went to the side, behind a tree to prepare the attack that would hopefully take out the enemy.

He quickly created three clones; sending out two of them to distract the enemy as he began to form the rasengan with the other.

"You're mine now!" he heard a voice exclaim to his front. His clone disappeared in a puff of smoke and he thrust his arm out as it came in contact with a body. A sharp pain inflicted on his arm before there was a loud crash, indicating that the blond had won.

He didn't feel happy though that he'd taken them down and so just looked up to the blue sky, wondering where a certain raven could be.

A sound of people arriving brought him back from his musings and he turned to see his two teammates standing there.

"Naruto! Are you alright?" asked the pinkette as she ran up to him looking concerned.

The blond forced himself to smile as he said, "Hai. I'm fine."

The pinkette looked relieved but as soon as she caught the wound on his arm she changed to one of annoyance.

"No you're not! You're hurt." Without another word she grabbed his wrist and placed a hand on the cut, beginning to heal it. It shortly closed up and she removed her hand to take a final look before letting go.

"Arigatou Sakura-chan," the blond said and smiled, sincerely this time.

She looked up to glare at him for a moment and shortly said, "You're welcome." She then turned to have a look at the enemy that was lying motionless on the ground.

A few hours of gathering the people up later, they left for Konoha with the help of their team leader Yamato.

"Great job guys! I'll go and report to the Hokage of the successful mission," the brunette said. "Tell you what? You should take a few days off and relax a little." He received two smiling teenagers while the other one looked at him with a mask of indifference. And with that he disappeared in a puff of white smoke.

The blond turned around once the smoke had faded, preparing himself to leave but was stopped when someone grabbed his arm. He turned around only to look into the smiling face of Sakura.

"Nani?"

"Where are you going?"

"Home," he said as if it were obvious.

"What's happened to you Naruto? You used to be all sunshine and light, and now you're so... withdrawn," she said looking a bit uncertain as she gestured with her hands.

The blond looked at the pinkette and then at his other teammate who nodded in agreement. He sighed. Of course they would notice sooner or later that something was wrong.

"I'm fine," he said with a fake smile. "I just… I'm going through a tough time is all."

"What? What is it?" she asked.

It was now his time to look uncertain as he avoided the other's gaze.

"You know you can tell us, whatever it may be."

The blond looked at the sincere faces of his two teammates, but, he couldn't bring himself to tell them. "Gomen'nasai Sakura-chan, but this isn't something you can help with. I must figure this out for myself." And without another word he turned and walked off.

The pinkette was about to follow but was stopped by Sai. "Give him some time." She looked down but nodded.

Naruto shortly arrived at his apartment. He closed the door and locked it before removing his headband, shoes and jacket. He was tired and just wanted to go sleep. He almost didn't notice the mess inside his bedroom as he went to the bed to lie down. He crawled under the covers, not caring that he was still wearing his pants and shirt as he shortly fell asleep.

It was dark. Dark and cold.

The wind rushed by his ears and he could hear the sound of rustling leaves from somewhere in the distance. Even though he was alone, he didn't feel lonely. And even though it was cold, he wasn't freezing. He felt rather numb and devoid of all emotions. He just felt… nothing.

And then another rush of wind came, this one bringing the sounds of screams and the smell of death. A chill ran down his spine and he brought his hands to his ears, trying to block it all out. But it was all to no avail. The smell of blood rushed into his nostrils and the screaming of people he know didn't subside.

"Make it stop…" he mumbled. "Please... make it stop."

It didn't stop though, it just continued until he couldn't take it anymore.

"MAKE IT STOP!"

Everything went silent – save for the erratic breathing coming from the blond boy.

"…to…"

Naruto looked up, hands slowly leaving his head. There was a voice in the distance.

"…ruto…"

That voice. He knew that voice. But who? Who was calling him?

He looked up and waited for the voice to come again. When it didn't he decided to walk and see if he came across the person the voice belonged to.

He didn't know for how long he walked. It could've been minutes or maybe even hours. The place didn't change no matter how much he twisted and turned his body. It was still as dark and cold as it had been before. He couldn't even see if he was walking on solid ground, that's how dark it was. However, he could see when he brought his hand up to his face along with his feet that were planted on the unseeing ground. But besides that there was nothing but darkness.

The blond sighed, feeling a bit frustrated. He didn't like this place, it gave him the creeps and the screaming he'd heard earlier may have gone quiet but he could still hear it. It was carved into his brain, echoing on the walls of his mind.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts as he continued onwards. That's when he heard the voice again.

"…ruto…"

It was very faint. Almost like a whisper in the silent darkness he walked in.

"Who's there?" he asked.

He received no answer and that made him even more frustrated. He clenched his hands into fists as he scowled at the darkness. He was about to turn and walk back to the direction he came from (or think he came from) when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

He went to turn around but found himself to be rotted on the spot. He felt the warm breath of another person, ghosting over his neck, making him shiver.

"Naruto."

The blonds' blue eyes widened as he now recognized the voice but he shook his head.

No. It can't be him. The voice had spoken to him in a gentle way. And he would never speak to him like that. Never.

Naruto snapped out of his thoughts as he felt the person move closer to him. Soon he was pressed flushed against the solid, warm body of the other, making him shiver yet again. He swallowed and licked his dry lips unconsciously as he felt hands rub at his arms. He still couldn't move so he decided to just feel. The hands went down to his wrists, loosely holding them for a moment before they let go and then traveled back up again. The strokes were gentle but also firm as they repeated the action over and over again.

Then the hands began to explore more of his body. They went up to his shoulders to massage them a little before running them down his back, nails being drawn over his fabric covered skin. The hands then went to touch his abdomen and travel up and over his chest. He almost moaned when the hands passed over his half-hard nipples but managed to keep it in just in time by biting his lower lip. The hands continued to move up and down, slowly, caressing almost as the blond desperately tried not to make a sound.

Then all of a sudden one of the hands travelled down lower to where his growing erection was straining against his pants. The hand stroked the bulge making the blond suck in a deep breath as he tried to calm down. The hand kept teasing him like that a few times before it went to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. The hand didn't hesitate as it went under the two layers of fabric and grabbed his cock.

Naruto couldn't help but let out a gasp at the contact and when the hand began to stroke him, he forgot about everything else because it just felt so good. He writhed beneath the other's touch, willing himself not to moan as he bit his lip until it started bleeding. The thick red liquid ran down his chin as beads of sweat were gathering on his burning skin. The other hand that had been holding him in place came up to stroke his cheek and then put it over his eyes before turning his head around.

The blond felt something soft press itself against his lips and his eyes widened. He went to pull away but the person had a firm grip on his head as they opened their mouth and ran a wet tongue over his lips, seeking entrance. The blond let them in and along with it let his voice go.

It didn't take very long until he could feel his release coming closer and closer until it was here. His whole body tensed up as semen spurt out of the tip, covering the hand that was still holding him and his abdomen. His body shook as he rode out the rest of his orgasm. His legs felt weak and he was about to fall but strong arms gripped him before he could.

When his breathing was back and he felt his strength returning to his limbs he went to stand up. The hands that were wrapped around his middle let go, instead going up and lightly touching his shoulders.

Naruto opened his eyes that he had closed when he came. He went to turn around to look at whoever had brought him over the edge. His eyes widened as many emotions rushed through him. Sadness. Hope. Anger. Joy. Loneliness. Hatred. Love.

It took him a little while to gather his wits and when he did he spoke only one word, or rather a name.

"Sasuke?"

The raven-haired young man before him with eyes that were darker than the night and skin as pale as the moon could no doubt be the youngest Uchiha. The raven smiled a little in acknowledgment and the blond shortly followed with a smile of his own. It was wiped away though when sudden pain erupted from his chest.

He slowly looked down, blue eyes widening at the pale arm he found there. He distinctively could make out the familiar noise of chidori from behind him as he made to look back up at the other. The raven's expression had changed, instead of smiling with true joy shinning in his eyes there was nothing. The other seemed devoid of any emotion.

"Naze?" whispered the blond. He'd been so happy to see the raven. So happy that he might've cried, now tears prickled in his eyes for a different reason entirely as he continued to stare at the other.

"Because I hate you," was the other's answer. He then went to pull his hand out of the other, seemingly unfazed when Naruto dropped to the ground as blood gushed out of the wound he had caused.

The blond looked up and watched as the raven turned to walk away.

Wait… he thought, not wanting the other to leave. He tried to stand up but dizziness struck him as his vision began to blur.

Wait, he thought again, this time desperately as the sight of the other as he was slowly vanishing from his view.

He stretched his hand out and yelled as loud as he possibly could to the other, putting as much emotion to the word as he could. "Matte!"

Naruto shot off the bed, his eyes wide and body drenched in sweat. He looked around the place frantically for the raven but came to notice that he was in his bedroom.

He turned to look out the window; the sun was only just coming up on the horizon. He lied back down, buried his face in his hands and let out a loud groan.

Why was he having these kinds of dreams? And what did they mean?

As he pondered over why this was happening to him a deep, almost growling voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What's wrong, Naruto?"

The blond sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he was standing in a large room and in front of him was the kyuubi, Kurama. The red eyes of the beast were looking straight at him. He could see slight concern shining in the crimson orbs of the large kitsune.

"I had a bad dream, again," he said.

The kyuubi looked at him for a moment longer before it stretched out a paw to him.

Naruto didn't hesitate as he climbed into the furry palm of the large fox, a wash of Kurama's chakra made him instantly relax.

"Would you like to share?" the kyuubi said as it sat down, making itself comfortable in the big, dark room.

The blond nodded and then told him about the dream.

From the numbness he had felt, to the screams he had heard, and smell of death he had smelled. He also told him that Sasuke had suddenly appeared and were not ashamed to talk about what had been going on. He ended the explanation with waking up in his bed. Now, he was waiting for the other's reaction.

The kyuubi seemed to be deep in thought. It took a while before he finally said anything.

"The dream you're describing to me is interesting. From what I gathered there's death, love, darkness and blood in this dream of yours," he said and then went to explain what the four things represents.

"You dreamt of yourself dying by the hands of someone you love. Specifically your own death symbolizes inner changes, transformation and self-discovery. Dreaming of death does not indicate anything negative but is instead seen as something positive. It can mean that big changes are ahead of you and that you are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind."

The blond listened intently; hanging onto Kurama's every word. He snorted at the end of new beginnings and leaving the past behind him. It was a bit difficult leaving the past behind when it came right back to haunt you. He shook his head, ridding himself of these thoughts and turned back to look into the crimson eyes of his large, furry friend.

"Dreaming of love – whenever being in love or just of the strong emotion – indicates intense feelings carried over from a waking relationship. It refers to your contentment with what you already have and where you are in life. To dream that your friend is in love with you may be one of wish fulfillment."

Naruto nodded at that. It more or less made sense to him.

"As for darkness, it suggests that you are waiting for something to happen. However, if you're lost in darkness it means you have feelings of desperation, depression, or insecurity."

The blond thought about that for a moment. Had he felt lost in the darkness? No. Not that he could remember. He had just wondered where he was and wanted to find a way out. But then when he heard the voice, he had wanted to know who was calling him.

"To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends."

The blond was quiet for a moment, contemplating on what to say to Kurama. Everything sounded both strange but also true.

The death-thing he didn't understand quite what it meant by inner changes, transformation and self-discovery. Does that mean that something will change in him? And what about all that darkness that had surrounded him, "waiting for something to happen" what does that even mean?

He went over what Kurama had told him for a bit longer before he faced said red-eyed kitsune.

"Should I be worried about anything of what you've just told me?"

The kyuubi seemed to think his question over before he said, "Whenever you should worry or not, that's your choice. Personally, I would worry a little. Some dreams after all come true to certain people. And it has sometimes done so in your case. Remember that time you dreamt about putting out fire?" the blond nodded. "It signifies that you will overcome your obstacles in your life through much hard work and effort. And so far it has not been incorrect since you had this dream before leaving the village to get stronger."

Naruto and Kurama spoke for a bit longer until a knock disturbed their talk. The blond said goodbye to his furry friend and closed his eyes only to reopen them a few seconds later. He got out of bed and padded over to his front door.

"Ohayo Naruto," were the first words to greet him when he opened the door.

"Ohayo Sakura-chan," greeted the blond back with a strained smile.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the library. I need to pick up some books for healing. We can pass by Ichiraku if you want to as well."

The blond was about to decline but then remembered Kurama's words.

He didn't want such things as bitter confrontations between his friends. So instead of shaking his head with a no, he instead nodded and said, "Sure. I could use some ramen right now. Just let me clean up and get changed, okay?"

A couple of minutes later the pair were walking side by side. The blonds' hands were buried in the front pockets of his orange pants and he was watching the path with a bored expression.

The silence was disrupted by a question from the pinkette. "You look tired. Have you slept at all?"

The blond stopped for a moment. His mind going back to the dream. The darkness, the screams, the smell of blood, the pleasure, Sasuke...

He shook his head, trying to block it all out and turned to Sakura. Thinking that a relatively honest answer was good now. "I went to bed as soon as I got home. Woke up to a nightmare hours later."

He didn't supply what the nightmare was about and Sakura didn't ask.

The pair were greeted by Teuchi and Ayame with a cheerful "good morning" that the two returned. They sat down and ordered before either tried to talk.

Sakura was of course the first to break the silence, with a question the other didn't want to answer. "What was the nightmare about?"

Naruto bristled at the question. He had no idea how to answer that question. But if he didn't answer then Sakura would just worry more. He settled for something that was the half-truth.

"Sasuke." That immediately drew a somber look out of the other and she didn't question him further as their food arrived.

It was silent between the two for a very long time that neither knew how to break. They finished their ramen and went to the library. And once there they split.

Sakura went to look at some books on healing while Naruto just browsed around, looking at different ones. His eyes then fell on a book about dreams. Curious about the different meanings of certain dreams he pulled it out of the shelf and went to sit down at an empty table. He opened the book as he scanned the pages of the different things with the different meanings. It truly was fascinating and he stopped to read a few sections on certain things.

Agony: "To dream that you are in agony suggests that some decision or nagging problem from your waking life has crept into your dream. It will continue to torment you until it is resolved."

Well, that didn't sound depressing at all considering the problems he had mostly involved one person. And said person wasn't exactly reachable.

Alone: "To dream that you are alone indicates feelings of rejection. You may be feeling that no one understand you."

That sounded so true it kind of hurt but it wasn't enough to make him stop reading.

Depression: "To feel depressed in your dream refers to your inability to make connections. You are unable to see the causes of your problems and consequences of your decisions. People who are depressed in their waking life often have dreams about being depressed. Pay attention to what is depressing you in your dream and see how it relates to your waking life."

Killing: "To dream that you kill someone indicates that you are on the verge of losing your temper and self-control. Consider the person you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards her or him in your waking life. Your dream may be expressing some hidden anger. Alternatively, you may be trying to kill an aspect of yourself that is represented by the person killed. Identify the characteristics of this person and ask yourself which of these qualities you are trying to put an end to.

"To dream that you have been killed suggests that your actions are disconnected from your emotions and conscience. The dream refers to drastic changes that you are trying to make. There is a characteristic that you want to get rid of or a habit that you want to end within yourself. Killing represents the killing off of the old parts and old habits. Alternatively, the dream represents feelings of being let down or betrayed by someone in your waking life. You are feeling overwhelmed, shocked and disappointed."

"Found anything interesting?"

Naruto looked up at Sakura who was smiling down at him. He closed the book, not wanting her to see what page he'd been reading on, much less about.

"Do you have your books?" he asked.

"I have three out of five, but it's enough," she said and put the books down on the table before sitting down opposite of him. "So, what are you reading?"

"It's a book about dreams. It basically tells you the meaning of them," he simply said with a shrug.

"Hontoni?" Naruto nodded absentmindedly. "Can I try?"

The blond smirked and opened the book. "What do you want to know? Just say a word."

The pinkette thought about it for a long time till she said, "Flowers."

The blond flipped through the pages until he came to F. It didn't take him long to find the page where the word was.

"Flower: To see colorful flowers in your dream signify kindness, compassion, gentleness, pleasure, beauty, and gain. It is also symbolic of perfection and spirituality. Your dream may be an expression of love, joy and happiness. Alternatively, flowers in dreams, especially if they are blooming, represent your hidden potential and hidden talents. Flowers can also denote a particular time or season. If the flowers are white, then it symbolizes sadness. Consider the color of the flower and the type of flower for additional analysis.

"To see withered or dead flowers in your dream denotes disappointments and gloomy situations. It may signal an end to a love relationship. Or it could indicate that you may not be utilizing your full potential and talents and letting it go to waste.

"To dream that you receive a bouquet of flowers represents respect, approval, admiration, and rewards.

"To see flowers blooming in barren soil signify that energy and cheerful nature will enable you to overcome your grievances. If you are picking flowers, then the dream symbolizes blooming love or a new developing relationship."

When Naruto was done he looked up into the sparkling green eyes of his teammate. He smiled, it's been a while since he's seen the pinkette this interested in something.

"Want to try another one?" he asked and after receiving a cheerful nod he couldn't help but chuckle.

The rest of the day was spent in laughter inside the library. They eventually left the place with their books and parted ways to go home.

Naruto spent the rest of his day reading, not moving from his spot unless it was to eat or go to the bathroom.

Night eventually came though and as the moon was taking its place on the dark sky did the blond put away the book and turn in.

The blond shot up out of the bed. His whole body was drenched in sweat and his breathing was coming out in short, erratic pants. He swallowed and took deep breaths until he felt himself calm down.

That's the fourth time he's had that dream. The darkness surrounding him, the screaming, the smell of death, and the pleasure he keeps on receiving from the one person he loves.

He wrapped his arms around his torso. He could still feel the cold but gentle touches of the other. It scared him yet made him feel strangely calm inside.

He went to run his fingers through his hair that was damp with sweat. He just wanted these dreams to stop. Why couldn't they just stop?

It's been a almost two weeks since the first time he's had that dream. Then he's had that same dream a couple of more times. Was it there to haunt him? Or was it there for a reason unknown? He had asked Kurama if it knew, but the giant kitsune had just shook its head. It was frustrating really, and it didn't help him at all.

The nightmares were not the only thing on his mind though. He's noticed that the last couple of days he's been feeling more drained than usual when after he's been using chakra.

He's tried to sleep it off but when he woke up he'd still feel tired, even though he should've slept more than enough.

He didn't know why it was happening and had many times contemplated whenever he should go to the hospital, but has immediately decided against it for two reasons.

One, he hated hospitals. The smell of it and the sight of other people that's been hurt or have a certain disease.

And two, if something really was wrong with him then he would no doubt be stuck there for a while.

So, he's decided not to go and figure out himself what could be wrong. But seeing as both him and Kurama's at a lost, maybe he should go.

The blond shook his head and got out off the bed. No use in thinking about those types of things. Especially when he needed to leave soon to go on a mission.

It was a B-rank mission that he was going to go to together with his two teammates Sai and Sakura as well as Team Guy.

They were suppose to protect a group of merchants that were traveling from Konoha to Suna. And while there, Naruto had decided to say hello to Gaara. See how the red-head is doing and such.

He grabbed his filled up backpack, zipped up his jacket and fastened his headband before leaving the apartment.

In a forest there sat six shinobi, taking a rest from the battle that had occurred. The people they were supposed to protect were resting alongside them, sometimes asking questions how it was like to be a shinobi.

The only one who wasn't resting was Hyuga Neji, that was instead looking around with an air of alertness with his Byakugan.

"See anything?"

The brunet turned to glance at Naruto who was facing the front too. The brunet noticed something strange with the way the blonds' chakra was acting. It seemed... faint. Weak. Like nothing was barely there. His chakra didn't flow like it was supposed to, or not as fast as it should. His chakra used to be like a waterfall, cascading throughout his body. Now though,it seemed to just dribble through his being.

"Neji?"

The brunet quickly looked up to meet the blonds' blue gaze. That's also when he noticed the dark circles under his eyes along with the tired and almost haunted look in his gaze that were trying to hide behind the look of concern he was displaying.

"Nanimo," he said and turned to look back in front. "Everything seems to be fine."

"Okay."

He felt the other leave and turned to look at his retreating back. He should keep a close eye on the blond. Hopefully the way his chakra flowed was because of exhaustion.

He really hoped it was just that.

Naruto was wandering around Suna with no destination in mind. He just strolled down the sandy streets, waiting for something to happen.

"Naruto?"

The blond turned around, wondering who had called him. He smiled when his eyes landed on Temari.

"Konnichiwa Temari," he greeted.

"What brings you to Suna?"

"Mission," he replied. "Some merchants needed an escort and we volunteered to do the job."

She nodded and a silence settled between them until Temari found something to say. "How long will you be staying?"

"A few hours at the most," said the blond with a light shrug.

She nodded. "I'm going to the Kazekage's office to deliver some papers. Want to come along?"

The blond smiled. "Alright."

The walk to the building was rather short as the pair was suddenly standing by the door leading to the office. Temari knocked a few times on the wooden surface and waited for a call inside before she swung it open.

Naruto walked in after Temari and closed the door behind him before facing the front.

Gaara was leaning over a piece of paper, holding a pen in his hand as he scribbled away. His desk was full with mountains of paperwork but he didn't seem to mind much unlike Tsunade. He had yet to look up from the paper he was still writing on.

"Working hard I see," said the blond suddenly.

The hand holding the pen stopped and the red-head looked up in surprise.

"Naruto..."

"Yo." The blond decided to no longer linger by the door now that the other knew he was there as he made his way to the desk. "How are you doing?"

The red-head didn't answer at first but eventually did. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"Honestly? Not so good."

Gaara had turned back to the paper but had to look back up again at the blonds' words. "What's wrong?"

Naruto hesitated but eventually started on explaining what had happened these past few days.

"Naruto."

The blond halted at the call of his name. He turned around to look at Neji questioningly. He wondered what the brunet could possibly want when he noticed the grave expression.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"I hope not but I think that there might be something wrong."

The blond looked at the other, prompting him with his eyes for an answer.

"Your chakra is not flowing as it should."

That caught the blond a bit off guard. Not flowing as it should? What did that mean?

"What do you mean?" he asked after a moment.

"I mean that your chakra seemed to have slowed down. It used to run throughout your body like a wild stream, but now it seems like it has almost stopped," explained the brunet.

The blond seemed shocked at the other's words. His chakra had slowed down? What does that indicate?

Before he could ask a voice interrupted him.

"Now that he mentions it, the flow of your chakra has been slowing down."

Kurama?

"I think it's time to seek help. This sort of thing is beyond me."

The blond nodded mentally, thinking that was a good idea. He then turned back to Neji and told him he would go to Konoha hospital as soon as they're back.

Naruto was walking around the village with heavy steps and an even heavier feeling that had settled down in his stomach.

It couldn't be. He couldn't be...

The healer's words came back to him as a reminder that he hadn't heard it wrong. That it was the truth.

"Your chakra appears to be fading away from your body. Where it goes I don't know, but I believe that this is the sign of the exhaustion you've been feeling. Your chakra can't seem to recover as it should because of this thing that is decreasing it and so your body is getting weaker.

"I'm not certain on what you should do since you said that it didn't matter whenever you're using your chakra or not, you still feel tired. My suggestion would be to come here for a checkup once a week to see if it has decreased anymore and not to overdo it during training. Let's hope that this is just a phase of something and your chakra will recover soon."

"And if it doesn't?"

"If the decreasing continues... then your life may be at a high risk."

"So... what you're telling me is that if my chakra doesn't recover. Then I'm..."

"Yes, you're-"

"Dying."

The word was spoken in such a hollowed voice that the blond barely felt his lips move. He could not register as his body led him back to his apartment. He didn't feel anything as he shed his clothes and went to the bed. He opened the window but barely even felt as the cool air hit his warm skin.

He couldn't believe that he was dying, but then, he had never expected any of this. Just like he'd never expected him to leave.

"Speaking of which..." the blond mumbled and looked up to the dark sky. "Where are you Sasuke?"

The raven almost always crossed the other's mind when he was alone. Why wouldn't he? He was the sole purpose why the blond was still alive and trying to get stronger.

"Get stronger huh," he thought out loud and then before he could stop himself let out a hollow laugh.

Once he'd calmed down he lied down on the bed with an arm swung across his face. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. All his dreams and hopes for the future had all been shattered in a single moment.

Death suddenly felt much closer now as he thought about what he would never get to see again or feel again once he's passed away.

He'd never get to smell or taste the ramen at Ichiraku. He'd never get to smell the flowers being sold at Yamanaka's. He'd never get to feel the wind rush by his ears as he runs.

And his friends... he'll never get to see them again either.

And on that last thought, the blond couldn't help but let out a sob as tears began to run down his cheeks.

That night he cried himself to sleep with Kurama watching over him with sad eyes. Thankfully that night, no nightmares came. Instead the blonds' dreams consisted of him being surrounded by all his friends, with the sweet smell of flowers flowing into his nostrils.

The upcoming weeks had been both exhausting and a pain to say the least.

The second time the blond had gone to the hospital for a checkup Tsunade had been called in to take a look at him. She had detected what had caused the decreasing of his chakra but seemed unable to help him. She gave much the same advice as the healer. Take it easy and use as little chakra as possible.

Naruto had quickly decided on to not go on anymore missions that would strain himself too much. A few people had been told of his new condition, including Kakashi and Yamato. Whenever to tell more people of his condition was his choice alone and he'd decided not to tell anyone about it yet.

Neji already knew more than enough and Hinata as well because of the Byakugan. The others like Sai and Sakura detected that something was wrong but did not know exactly what.

They even tried to confront him a couple of times but it always ended up badly and it sometimes went so bad that Naruto began to avoid them.

On the third week an idea had struck the blond like a lightning bolt. It was a stupid idea, probably the most idiotic one he's ever had. But it didn't matter, since to him it sounded like a good one, maybe even great.

The idea was to go after the Akatsuki and try to kill one of them. He was going to die anyway so he might as well take one of the members with him.

On the fourth week he decided to leave. He had everything already packed and ready. The note he'd written to the Hokage as well as an apology to his friends and teachers lay on the table where he usually sits to eat ramen. He picked up his headband but decided not to wear it as he put it down on the table as well. He lastly went to get the headband that a certain raven used to wear and put it in his pocket before pulling the hood up so that it covered his whole head and part of his face.

With one last look around the place he went out, on his way out of the village.

The idea for the meaning of dreams and the book about them is taken from the site called: Dream Moods.

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