A/n: Hello peeps! This chapter is a real short intro for the story. This kinda sets the scene for the rest of it as you need to know why certain characters act the way they do. They will probably be OOC for this story but this is like telling you why. Right. No more explanation. Omto the disclaimer, then the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters and I'm not making any money for writing these things. It's purely for my pleasure, and hopefully yours.
The air was cold and damp, the trees hung silent and bare. The small path through the woodlands was muddy and trodden on frequently. A man staggered through the mud, the patches of brown staining his robes even further. His faced was streaked with dirt from where he had previously fallen. That last fight had taken it out of him, he had barely survived. He had been outnumbered, beaten almost to a pulp. He had purposely stopped himself breathing and the relieved group had not bothered to check his pulse. He had waited, alone, face down in the dirt, trying to stay alive.
He had been the only man given that mission, nobody had any idea of the danger that awaited him. His friends had said that they felt uneasy as he was heading out, but he had insisted that everything would be fine. There was only one of them there, it was their boss yes, but he could handle him easily. Or so they thought.
He did handle the boss easily but, as he struck the finishing blow, the platoon that was meeting there arrived. If he had been fighting them all one on one, he would have been fine, but not even his bloodline limit could keep track of twenty seven men, and their weapons and jutsus, all at once. So he decided to fall to the ground (like a coward, he thought) and avoid any actual death by acting the part. To them, his bloodline limit seemed to deactivate against his will as he sunk to the floor. They looked at his chest, to see if it was rising and falling, and upon seeing that it wasn't, burst out into cheer and began to head in the direction that they had come from.
Once he had definitely lost all traces of their chakra, he managed to drag himself up off the ground and began to head back to Konoha, defeated and dejected. On the road back was where he found himself now, still about three days away from his village. He felt his feet slip in the mud and he fell harshly to the ground. He felt the small cut above his eye reopen as his face scraped against a small pebble. He tried to get up, pushing himself with all his might, but to no avail. He collapsed again and although he tried to resist it, the darkness washed over him.
A/n: Only a short one yes but now that the scene is set and can start the rest of the story. Please review, it makes me happy and makes me want to write more and quicker. No flames but constructive criticism is welcomed. It helps me improve!
xxx