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Summary:Desperate to survive, kyuubi sends Naruto into another time where shinobe is a species unknown. Follow Naruto as he struggles to adjust to this new life and find a way back...but without his memory will he make it home? And is he really alone? Jutsu vs the sword!!

Taken By The Sword: Prologue

By Precious Ivory

It was the crippling sound of screams that reached him first. Piercing through the silence surrounding him like a knife edge across a silk surface, flowing just as gracefully into a haunting melody of terror and fear. He tried to place the sound but it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, muffled behind an invisible bubble that seemed to surrounded him, making everything seem deceivingly distant. An eternity later he became aware of himself; aware that he was laying flat on his back on a soft but warm surface, regretfully aware of a sharp pain that burned beneath his right collarbone, pulsing painfully with every pump of his accelerating heart. And finally, the frequent vibrations from the earth that gently but urgently thumped against his back. Someone...no, more than one were coming...wrong again; they were already here...

It was only due to a deep embedded instinct that he rolled out of the way of the steel sword that would of just moments later decapitated him. A gasp escaped him at the pull to his injury as his would be murderer rode on unaware, and looking down he realised he had a half-healed whole in his chest, bleeding down his orange and blue jumpsuit like the trickling of escaping water from a long-sealed dam. Panic began to fill his system. He didn't have time....had to get to...

What?

He hissed at the pain this thought brought to his temples but his mind refused to provide him with an answer.

"Round up the women and children!" came a rough shout from behind him but it didn't register as fear was slowly beginning to seize his heart. Get to where? Where was he? His head snapped up in search of the answer but when his clouded eyes took in the sight around him, he instantly began to regret it.

The whole area was covered in flames, the fires eating at the wood of the villagers homes and market stalls like a starved and merciless beast. The smoke rose in the air, dominating the night sky and slowly but surely turning it an ashy grey. He then realized with slight relief that the village seemed to be deserted but it soon turned into cold unyielding horror as his eyes cast over the bodies littering the ground; unmoving. Shaken, he began to scamper back, biting his lip painfully to prevent himself from screaming but as soon as he turned away he found his eye inches away from the point of a dripping sword. He jumped back, a yelp escaping from his mouth before he was painfully reminded of his injury and clutched at it tightly.

"Nakuma-sama...I've found another one alive" The weilder spoke softly from his horse, his blade not trembling an inch despite the biting wind. The boy resisted the sudden urge to glare up at his face even as his fist clenched in rage, the villagers...all of them were dead...but he couldn't, all his rebellious eyes could do was stare transfixed at the point of the sword that almost ended his life, glistening with the blood of the fallen. The sound of approaching hooves invaded his ears and and soon two pairs of strong, dark brown legs were met with another.

"What is it Rei-kun?" The new, older voice inquired; obviously curious at being called over for something so trivial. It sounded different than the first, the boy decided absently, richer...darker, he blinked blankly when his mind flashed with an image of a snake. The other didn't say anything but he must of signalled towards him because he was sure it was two pairs of eyes that now bore down at his small frame. One of the horses shuffled restlessly startling him and he looked up, released from his trance. A gasp fell from the man named 'Nakuma' as his eyes met matching saphire blue orbs. Of that the boy was sure, it was the only distinctive feature he could make out beneath the man's helmet, the gold insignia of a fox on the front sparking something inside him. His headache peaked at the sight and he had to frown in concentration to stay focused. So distracted was he that he didn't even register when the second rider asked his name, his long white hair looking out of place framing such a youthful face. He didn't wear a helmet like his elder but wore the same leather and metal platted armour with horned shoulders of a colour he couldn't make out with his failing vision. The boy didn't even notice that 'Nakuma' had desended from his horse- ignoring the protests of his companion, and approached him, until the man and got onto one knee and roughly pulled back his hair, staring deep into his eyes with what he was surprised to acknowledge as fear and wonder.

"Takashi-sama?"

Sasuke watched as his eyes instinctively morphed into the red spinning wheels of the Sharingan through the reflection of the sword that was positioned dangerously close to his jugular...one movement and it would be over.

He had woken up only moments ago to find himself bandaged and laying on a futon in a makeshift tent, surrounded by sacks of rice and what smelled appetisingly like fresh potatoes. His head was spinning with questions but one thing he knew for certain was that he was no longer at the Valley of the End. At first he thought that he must of passed out and had been brought to the Sound base by the Sound Four but then he noticed his wrists and ankles had been bound tightly and professionally with rope. Realising the possible danger he quickly began to perform the 'Escape jutsu' taught in the academy when he realised that he was no longer alone. Sasuke eyes widened, he didn't even sense him till he moved.

The figure had seen the strange transformation but if he was unnerved by it he didn't let it show, instead his blue eyes only narrowed, the lines around his mouth tightening- the only sign of his inner turmoil. He had dark brown hair pulled into a pony tail and a scar just grazing his chin. He was wearing a simple grey Yukata which exposed his tanned chest, and was sitting seemingly relaxed beside the head on the futon making him wonder just who this man was. Apparently, the young man seemed to be thinking the same thing as the sword was pressed harder against his throat, releasing a trail of blood. Inwardy the young Uchiha prided himself on the fact he didn't flinch.

"My name is Kuni Deisuke " he announced in an unexpected show of politeness that left the Uchiha slightly taken aback, but then as if he had been swapped with a completely different man, all kindness fell from his eyes and then turned into ice, "Who are you and how did you find my camp?"

Author note:Finally!!! Sorry for the long wait!! This is shorter than it originally was, I decided to cut and edit the rest now that I have a bit of time on my hands I just wanted to post something to show that I'm still alive. Please review if you think I should continue or to give any criticism (no flaming please!!) Thank You!!!