Acts of Desperation: Prelude
This is pre-Naruto. This means that once you read, be prepared for spoliers. I do not own anything that is under copyright.
The fingertips of the ANBU operative twitched simply out of reflex. The urge to rip off the tanuki mask and watch the bleached whale bone shatter into tiny, decorated pieces was becoming hard to bear for the ninja. Closely knit mesh cloth was holding in humid breath. It was all very uncomfortable, especially with the balmy air of Hi no Kuni wrapped around the village like a tropical blanket.
The Uchiha compound, tucked away into the most southern part of Konohagakure no Sato, was fast approaching. It could not come any sooner. There was an eerie feeling in the air. Lately, there was tension between the founding clan and the political leaders of the now advanced township. With the attack of the Kyuubi and its consequent sealing and the aftermath, the Council seemed to be suspicious of the Uchiha.
Not that anyone could blame them, the soldier thought. It was no secret that the Uchiha had complete control over the demon; it was one of their reputed doujustus abilities.
So it was very incriminating indeed. The Uchiha should at least do better to remain undiscovered and be less conspicuous about their coup de tat. But such was life when all the hopes that were had for a dying clan rested on one poor soul's shoulders.
Are we really so desperate to carve out our paths, gasping for air like fish on the shores? Is this what we've come to?
The fan on the nin's skin burned like a brand. It was a symbol of the building flames that would surely consume them all.
They were creating their own hellish afterlife. And yet, love could still blossom in this damned place.