O-kay, everybody!
I did some SERIOUS re-writing on this chapter and it's much more interesting now, and although it's one of those stories about a girl who finds herself in the Naruto world, it's NOT a complete mary-sue, and it has a more realistic storyline. I hope you'll stick with me til the end. Sorry, that was a bit mushy...
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Neither does George, my invisible pet bunny.
Another Disclaimer: I don't own 'If Only' coz that belongs to Louis Sacher, or whatever the hell his name is.
Prologue: If Only
"Sasuke?" I croaked as I stared at the battle scene before me. "Are you alright?"
"…Yeah…" He said distractedly. He looked at the still figure lying in front of him. Sasuke bent down to inspect the body, then looked at me. "…He's dead."
"He's… he's dead?"
For a second I didn't beleive him. His words rattled around in my brain as I tried to make sense of them. He's dead. How could that be? How could he just die like that?
Sasuke seemed to read my thoughts and answered. "I don't know. His heart has just stopped."
Sasuke's words shocked me like I never thought they would. "What?" I whispered to myself. How could someone as strong as he die? Was it possible? Was it possible that he had been in too much pain? I stared at the still form lying on the rocky ground, my hair whipping around my face in the wind. "Kihaku betsuri no jutsu!" I activated my signature technique.
My soul separated from my body and entered the man on the ground's, looking to find some thought, some indication that he was still alive.
Nothing. Nada. Not a peep. He was stone dead. My soul returned to my body. My mind was blank, I couldn't think. My stomach felt cold, and I kept having to remind myself to breathe.
I was slightly aware that Sasuke had walked past me. "Well, Yukana-chan? Are you coming or just standing there?"
I couldn't keep my eyes off the dark form on the ground. "You're just going to…leave him here?"
Sasuke's lip curled. "It's no more than he deserves. Yukana-chan, are you coming?
I flinched at the suffix chan. It just sounded wrong coming out of his mouth somehow. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that It was his pet name for me.
"Yes…in a while…just give me a minute to gather my thoughts…okay?" I managed to choke out a reply.
Sasuke seemed to understand and nodded. "I'll wait for you at the old training ground."
I listened to the sound of his footsteps slowly getting fainter. When Sasuke's chakra signature was gone completely, I stumbled over the rocky terrain to where the body of the man I hated so lay, half expecting him to stand up and smirk at me. Only five percent of me actually accepted that he was gone. But why? I was the one who helped Sasuke get stronger for this purpose. My vision blurred, and I was instantly on guard. Was I blacking out? Was he still alive, and putting me under a genjutsu?
With shock, I realized that I was crying. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and splattering on the ground. Oh god, what was happening to me?! This was crazy, I was blubbering over a missing-nin! A dry sob escaped my lips as I shook his arms gently.
"Itachi…Itachi, wake up…Itachi? Oh god…Itachi, come on, wake up…" I kept repeating myself until the words no longer sounded like words and his handsome face was wet from my tears. Why was I begging him to wake up?! Why did I care?! This was the man who had ruined everything, the source of my suffering!
Then it came to me.
Oh hell. Oh Jesus. Christ on a bicycle. Oh for the love of all that's holy, he had tricked me. He had bested me, beaten me, fooled me into making a terrible mistake.
He had made me fall in love with him, just as he said he would.
The sun was setting, bathing his silent features in orange light. Now that I realized it, he actually was ridiculously handsome. A piece of his raven hair flickered across his face in the wind. I rested my forehead against his, my mind in turmoil. My world had turned upside down with no way to fix it.
No. Maybe there was a way to fix it, to bring back the man I had hated and loved so. My brain was back into gear and trying to form a plan. Was there a way to bring back the dead? There was that jutsu that Chiyo-Baasama had used on Gaara, but that would take my life and besides, I had no idea how to perform it. There was.. nothing...
...in this dimension. But what about another one?
The plan had close to zero chance of succeeding, but I had nothing to lose. I took one look at his face and knew I had to try. I gingerly picked up his body and ran as fast as I could to the village Hidden in the Leaves.
As I ran, I suddenly remembered a little poem I read in a book once.
If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.
The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
And cries to the moon,
if only, if only.
If only I had been strong enough to stop Itachi from murdering the clan. If only I had been there to prevent Sasuke from leaving the village. If only I could have saved the third Hokage. If only it had been different.
And why hadn't it been different? I had known that Itachi was going to kill the Uchiha clan. True, I had only started training to be a kunoichi, but I could have told somebody, could I not have? But I was too selfish; I wanted Itachi to myself, being the obsessed fangirl that I once was. And Sasuke. I had been careless; letting him grow up like I knew he would, full of malice and hate. Even more careless I had been when I managed to get captured by the bloody Akatsuki, meaning that I could not stop him from leaving.
So why had things gone so wrong?
Oh, that's right. Because I'm a fuckin' idiot.
My name is Yukana. This is my story.
Kay, that's the prologue written. The actual first chapter is next, so just you wait to see how ABSOLUTELY AWESOME my story is! And if you don't, I'll make you explode!!…heh heh heh…katsu…
Deidara: You are obsessive, un…
Yes. Yes I am. Now shut up before I put that video of you singing in the shower on youtube.
Deidara: You take videos of me in the shower?? 0.o
Umm…no? ANYWAY! Review and get the ultimate prize…NOT GETTING BASHED UP BY GEORGE! Isn't that a great prize? You people should be grateful.