Title: Fortune Days of the Rising Sun
Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke. Various other pairings.
Rating: M
Summary: The year is 2013. The governmental stronghold now known as Akatsuki has taken over everything that many had once held so dear. A resistance force known as Kyuubi has been trying to counteract the corruption and damage that Akatsuki has generated. In the midst of the struggle, two boys become men; what will truly become of them?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fan fiction.
Warnings: Violence, grotesque imagery, rape, coarse language, eventual sex…I believe that's it.
Notes: I have not written a multi-chaptered action fan fiction in a long time. This isn't beta-ed for now, but when I get corrections, I shall upload it. Sorry if this concept has been overdone. Hope you all enjoy. R & R?
Prologue.
It's been a long time since Konoha was nothing but tenement buildings. They used to glow during the scarlet sunrises, making the buildings shimmer with the shine of fresh blood. When I was much younger, I used to stay up all night just to watch that sunrise. It used to remind me that was I still alive, that I had survived another brutal day in this god forsaken town. That sunrise was the only thing I had in my life that could make me forget the blood, sweat, tears, and corpses that littered every which way. Horrible isn't it? A ten year old finding fresh corpses in the middle of the street, covered with bullet holes, and eyes losing the sheen of fresh life, as they gazed into the sky. Those poor souls were wishing that their families were either fine without them, or that they would soon be together again.
I hated the stench of them in the summertime. It was an overpowering odor, and every time I stepped outside it felt like their souls were leaving them and entering my own body. It was a rather creepy feeling that left me teetering on the edge and I always walked around looking over my shoulder. I felt the ghouls would come after me, but those were just fictional monsters in my head to combat the real ones that had taken precedence over my life.
I used to stare up at the gigantic imposing building that overlooked the entire town with such disdain that my face could have been permanently stuck that way. That blue-grey building was so pompous that I just wished I could chuck stones at it and break a few windows in the process. However, I knew that if I did that, I would be shot on the spot. No, I am not kidding, there are men covering every inch of that building with a rifle or some other type of assault gun and would not hesitate to shoot a child.
I would know; I lived my life with the flashbacks of watching each and every one of my classmates and teachers being decimated with those kinds of weapons. No matter how hard I tried, that memory played in my dreams, and even haunted me as I lay awake. I knew I could do nothing when I was five years, but I still lived with the guilt of not dying with them. No, I wasn't allowed to die. I was tossed around a public service, catering to men's whims and I had the scars to prove it.
I sucked and fucked like a whore until I was left to rot on the street. The soldiers of Akatsuki who did that to only a child…I still remember their disgusting faces. I couldn't wait until I killed every last one of them bastards for doing that to me. I wanted to shoot them repeatedly in various places, starting with their genitals, until they begged for me to get it over with. I remember the day before they killed my teachers and classmates, they killed my fucking family. I had run out that day too. My father and mother didn't even try to hide me, they just sent me out of the house, tears flowing down their faces as the shots were fired into their chests, heads, and backs.
I hated Akatsuki. I know that's an overstatement after knowing what they've done. They had fucked up everything in my life. They took everything away from me, leaving me cold, nearly dead, and covered in their semen. I wanted to burn the edifice they used as their headquarters, but I knew I couldn't do it alone. I was strong, but not that strong. I knew the limits of my power, and the only thing that gave me hope was the fact that I wasn't alone. I had Kyuubi. It was my lifeline; my sparkling light of hope. Well, more like a dimming light bulb in the middle of basement, but they still gave me hope.
They were amazing and brave people and I am glad that I got to know them. They were friends, and had eagerly accepted me as one of their own. They took me in when they found out that I was a great marksman, but who's really complaining? I was more than excited to join in their resistance squad and help the people of Konoha. Together, they not became just my hope, but the people's hope, and that's saying something. In a time where death ran rampant, they made people believe that shit could be turned into gold and life could overpower death, more or less.
I, Naruto Uzumaki, was proud of be a member of Kyuubi. I was ready to defend my town, people, and memories for the sake of my own life. I had nothing left to live for back then when I first started in Kyuubi. How wrong that train of thinking used to be. I found out soon after that it was much better to live protecting something than to just die for it. And now, as I lean in front of this grave, placing flowers over it...
I wish you believed the same thing.
Extra Notes: Hello readers, I come once again bringing a new fan fiction instead of just finishing the ones I have started. This one started to formulate in the midst of me sleeping, and when I tried to push it away…well, it kept nagging the crap out of me. Here is the prologue of this story. I really want to know how I did for the start and if you're excited to read any more.
Also, somewhere along the line if I do continue this, I may or may not make a fan mix. I can't do a cover for it because I fail, but I wouldn't mind making a fan mix. That would be a fun and cool idea, wouldn't it? I'll let you guys dwell on that.
Extra Extra Notes: Corrected some of the grammar. Or at least tried to. ^^;
Bye bye, lovely readers.
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