Disclaimer: Naruto and all related characters are property of Kishimoto Masashi.
Prologue
Junigatsu Ichinichi (December 1st
The pain was so intense.
He tried to remember what was exactly happening… There were two people hovering above him, and their voices… were vaguely familiar. He tried moving his limbs but every fiber of his muscle were screaming in agony. He decided to stop before further damaging his body. He inhaled, but it seemed that even something as mundane as breathing was causing him pain. Why was it so hard to breathe?
"Is he still alive?"
He felt fingers touched the side of his neck, feeling for his pulse. He didn't hear any reply. The person who asked continued.
"He's one lucky bastard."
A chuckle.
"Imagine, facing all of them by himself? No wonder the elders wanted him dead. He could cause so much damage to the village… Shall we kill him?"
"No."
The second voice was rich and deep. He opened his eyes, only to see the dark sky littered with stars and the moon above him. He tried to speak, to tell them to get away from him, to leave him alone… but no words came.
"We also have orders to kill him on sight."
So why don't you get on with it? he thought with all the hate that he could muster. He closed his eyes. He was tired. He was very tired. If only they would go on with their business so he could finally rest…
"Don't be an idiot. We are ordered to take him back… alive."
Another chuckle but this time, it was resigned.
"Fine."
He felt strong arms hoisting him up carefully. The cold and damp ground that he thought would serve as his grave left him completely.
"I do sometimes wonder about the inner workings of that woman's mind. I mean, what does she want from him anyway?"
He winced when an excruciating pain shot up to his left leg that seemed to reverberate all over his body. He wished that this person with the annoying voice would stop talking. It only made the soreness worst.
"Man, it would be trouble if those guys caught up with us…"
A grunt.
"That is not possible. This guy made sure of that."
He felt his feet left the ground and the wind whipping his face. It seemed that his companions had finally decided to move. Whatever it was that they wanted from him, he just wished that they'd be quick with it. He didn't care anymore.
After all, the only person who needed him was already dead and the only person that he lived for was killed by his own hands…
Author's Note: My first Naruto fic. Be nice and kindly leave a review, please. No flames allowed, only constructive criticisms. Thanks to Onii-sama for betaing
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