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Prologue: Collapse
Sasuke forced his feet to move forward. He forced himself to keep walking. Not because he was tired, no, that was to the back of his mind, it was the images in front of him that bothered him. He was on a body strew battlefield. Surprisingly, the scene in front of him was not as pleasing as he had thought it would be a few months ago, actually, this was about the closest thing to grief that he had felt for complete strangers in a very long time. He hated that. He detested its very presence. Greif for the enemy was not allowed. Part of him, a very small amount, felt guilty too.
He caught himself looking for pink hair or Naruto's distinctive orange garb. He chastised himself but looked anyway, even if he would not admit it to himself. He ordered himself to concentrate on walking to where Madara had instructed him to go. One foot in front of the other, one breath at a time, anything to keep his mind off the disturbing images in front of him. He had seen death before, it could be said that he had seen a lot of it, but something about the dead shinobi around him made him feel uncomfortable. It made him feel guilty, and that was unacceptable.
Part of Sasuke was tired though. Tired of fighting, tired of lying to himself, tired of not feeling anything, but most of all tired of the war. He wanted his life back. He wanted to see Konoha and Naruto, he wanted to see Kakashi and Sakura. He had realized, albeit a little late, that maybe life was more than the past but the future too and that maybe instead of dirtying his clan's name further by a war and revenge he should have been rebuilding their image into a pretty picture for the history books.
One foot in front of another…
And maybe life was more about how you felt instead of the dead. Maybe life was more than hatred and anger. Maybe life was about what you could do and not what your teammate or brother could do, and maybe just maybe he missed both of them.
Yet he was the cause of this war. The death, the destruction, the corruption it was his fault, all his. Yes, Madara was a very big part too but without Sasuke's support Madara would not have gotten far in the war. Kabuto would not have come if not for the promise of Sasuke's body after the war. That would in turn mean no revived Akatsuki. All in all things just so happened to work out perfectly for the old Uchiha.
In the distance a village appeared. It was a village formerly of the Shinobi Alliance. Formerly, that is. He knew he should be happy that Madara-his side had won the skirmish but he could not. He couldn't. Sasuke knew that a frown was not a rare sight to see on his face but it felt right this time.
Sasuke walked steadily on one foot in front of the other.
He arrived at the house that Madara had told him to go to. It was older, a dark reddish brown paint on the outside with a white trim around the circular windows. There appeared to be some kind of attic and downstairs additions to it. All in all a pretty average house for the village.
Sasuke walked in quiet as a mouse closing the door with only a low thud. The room Sasuke was in was not well lit to put it lightly. It was a kitchen with modest chairs and a table. Sasuke walked into the next room and the next looking for Madara. Finally as Sasuke was entering the basement he saw Madara. The room again was dim and had a reddish tinge to it. A White table set like the one in the kitchen sat in the middle of the room resting on a blue, red, and orange woven, circular rug. The rug looked to peppy for the dim and dingy house.
"Ah Sasuke. Take a seat." Madara gestured with his hand to the opposite seat. Sasuke sat all the while his thoughts were still on the dead civilians and shinobi on the outside of the house. "As you may know Sasuke, we have been fairing quite well in this war. We have most of the rebels from Sound in our control not to mention the Zetsu clones and the reanimations." Sasuke already knew all of this but instead of interrupting Madara's speech he just sat and listened. "So Kabuto and I have thought about it and we are going to spit in Tsunade's face. We are taking her apprentice Sakura Haruno right from under her nose."
Time slowed down for a moment as Sasuke absorbed this. Sakura. The most innocent, naïve person he knew. She was the last person he would have thought to drag into this war but Madara had.
"When?" Sasuke asked. His voice never wavered from his normal emotionless tone.
"Two weeks."Madara replied.
****one week later****
Sasuke decided the moment he heard Madara announce the plan to capture Sakura that he was done with Madara. So the only problem left was how to double cross him. Actually in all reality Sasuke was just returning his efforts to his home. He detested the elders and only the elders. It was not the Villagers fault that they were not informed of the plan to kill his clan and he had also relished in Itachi's sacrifice at one time.
Sasuke was determined not to let any more innocent people die for his mistakes. Especially not his precious people in Konoha.
Sasuke tied a small roll of parchment onto a homing pigeons leg. He had sealed the letter so that only Naruto or Kakashi could open it. He only trusted them to trust him. He set the bird and only hoped everything went as planned.
Okay…so…wazz I late or what? I have ISTEP testing next week…failed my math acuity…and got mono. So er…yeah…like it? Um r&r I have lots of makeup work so like look for an update in 2-3 weeks? I am so sorry… ... level 15 kajite baby! I gots me a house and a horse and Lydia! Stormcloak too… er that was random…
Review if you feel good…if not….er…review anyways? Sorry this was so short but I am so tired and all cuz of mono so yeah….. and it was kinda a prologue