"There, just as the noble human spirit is trampled on by human rage, it is what must always happen to all that reawakens," said a blonde spiky-haired young man.
"There, just as the body of Orpheus is torn apart by infinite passion." Replied a purple haired girl as she got up from the stage floor.
"And you," said he.
"And me," said she.
"We sing loudly, the songs of judgment, and exclaim," they said together.
In the stands, the director and a friend of the man talked.
"I suspect Namikaze has a future," said the director.
"In the theatre?" the other replied, "You got to be joking. Anyone can see he's too smart to be an actor."
"Sasuke," replied the director, "A life in the theatre is, if fact, one of the most noble—"
"Naruto's also too smart to be noble," Sasuke returned, "Which, by the way, is a good thing to remember when Suna invades us."
"You think they will?" asked a man the same age.
"I know they will, Lee." Sasuke said.
September 1. Sunday. Mass was in session, with Naruto as altar server. At about the time of communion, a boy ran through the church shouting, "Bombers are coming, they're coming, the sky is full."
As the congregation bustled out to see their worst fears realized, Naruto ran to the sacristy at took off his vestments. He went outside to see.
"Naruto, Naruto!" shouted Lee, "The Shinobi." They both looked up and saw planes blanketing the sky.
"Just like Sasuke said." Naruto said, more to himself.
"What will we do?" asked Lee, panic stricken, "How will we live?"
"Father will get worried," he said as he and his friend ran through the terrified people towards their neighborhood.
Upon reaching his house, Naruto ran to his father's room.
"Father?" he shouted as he opened the door, hoping his father was there and not out.
There he was, on his knees, praying, "For the sake of his mother, whom you now hold in your loving arms. Protect and guide his way. Amen."
"Father," said Naruto.
His father turned. He had a similar face. Same eyes and same blond hair. He got up and embraced his only son.
Troops bearing the symbol of an hour-glass marched into the town. These mission was simple: Invade, destroy Fire Country's culture, and kill the spirits of the people. They were lead by a ruthless man who wanted nothing more than destruction. But more than that, this man wanted the blood of a certain people. He wanted the Uchiha clan destroyed. A man named Orochimaru.
"…They have a single objective: They want to eliminate Leaf culture." Said a young man with a scar across his nose, "Intellectuals, artists, Catholics, Uchihas. In a short time, all that was once Konoha will disappear from the earth."
"But that's not possible," Naruto said as he and the other walked down the streets infested with Sound shinobi.
"Hm. You are an excellent student, Namikaze, with the makings of a scholar, but I am afraid that your eyes are still very young."
"After the third great Ninja war, which brought together the five nations to a treaty to cease direct fighting, The nations known as Fire, Earth, Lightning, Wind, and Water became closer and ended barbaric practices of old. This is when the "Friends of Fate" was founded in the Konoha. Also—"
"You all will remain seated. Attend to your studies." Shouted a Shinobi as he motioned for the Sensei to follow him.
Naruto stood up. "Iruka-sensei!"
"Don't stop your studies, Naruto," said Iruka a he was handled outside, "And I beg you, please sit down." As he said this, a soldier took a crucifix down from the wall.
"Go!" shouted the Officer to Iruka.
"All of you, never forget who you are!" shouted Iruka as the men took him away.
"SIT DOWN!" Shouted the soldier as he tossed the crucifix onto the floor.
After the soldiers left, Naruto and the others went to the window and watched as Iruka and the other teachers were thrown into trucks.
"Where will they take them?" asked a girl by the name Ino.
"We will probably never know. Never," Said a young man with pineapple-shaped hair.
Naruto spoke out, "But they cannot just take them away, like-"
"They can, Naruto," said Lee, "Can't you see?"
"I've heard what they do." said Shikamaru, "And what we must do in response is kill every one of them."
"We thank you, Lord, for showing us your goodness." Minato paused bringing his hand up to his chest. This did not escape his son's attention. "We thank you for this food, which, today keeps us alive and gives us strength to do our duty. And please, allow every child of yours to have what he needs. Amen."
"Amen," Naruto replied as they made the sign of the cross. Naruto then looked at his food and his solemn attitude changed to anticipation as he picked up his chopsticks. "Pork Ramen! My favorite. 'Alas poor Yoric, I knew his Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, the most excellent fancy. He-."
"Right now, there is no time for Hamlet." His father interrupted. "You must get a work permit."
"Permit?" Naruto looked up, mouth full of noodles. "Doing what, dad?"
"If you don't have one, you risk being deported to the Land of Rice." His father lectured, "Forced labor. Is that what you want?"
Naruto kept eating. "What I want is to stop them."
"No Naruto!" his father said sternly. "What you must want is to stay alive…and to stay Konohan."
Naruto finished his Ramen right then. He got up, "I have rehearsal."
"It's too dangerous at this hour." His father beckoned as Naruto grabbed a Musubi (1), "Naruto."
Naruto stepped back to his father and knelt down so their eyes met. "Forgive me, dad, it is too dangerous. But right now, the theatre is all I have."
"Alright." Minato said, "I will pray for your safe return."
Naruto was something of an athlete and it came in great handy for dodging the patrols. He eventually came to the rendezvous where he saw a certain black haired friend.
"Sasuke," Naruto whispered, "Have you been waiting long?"
"No," replied the Uchiha, "Just three patrols."
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes, of course. Some dumplings and some rice."
"Here," Naruto reached into his bag, "My father wanted you to have this." He threw his the Musubi.
"No, I couldn't." Sasuke said.
"Yes, eat, eat. Before is goes bad."
Sasuke did what he was told. Naruto noticed something missing on his friends arm.
"Now, Sasuke, please."
"What?"
"Put it on." Naruto said, "I don't mind you being shot, but not in front of me. Teme."
"Dobe." Sasuke laughed as he slipped on an arm band with his crest on it. The arm band meant you were registered and would not be shot at if spotted.
They made their way across the village. The night patrols were vigilant and it made it dangerous. As they approached the theatre, they saw signed posted on the doors. It read, "BANNED," and nothing else.
"N-Naruto."
Naruto looked in the direction of the voice that called his name. Peering from the corner of the building was a beautiful young woman his age with lavender eyes and purple hair.
"Hinata," Naruto replied.
Hinata motioned the two over, "Hurry."
They both followed her to the back of the theatre where the entire troop was. Kiba, Tenten, Ino, Chouji, Lee, Hinata, Temari, and—
"Shikamaru?" Naruto asked in surprise. "Since when do you have an interest in theatre?"
"I don't." was all he said.
"Naruto, he and Temari came to warn us." Said Lee
"Theatre is no longer allowed." Said Hinata.
"They banned Shuriken Toss and burned its course." Said Kiba
"Music is forbidden." Said Chouji.
"Ah," Naruto said with his trademark confidence. "They can destroy our homes, burn down the theatres, can do whatever they want, but one day this will be over and as long as there is a single Leaf alive who remembers how to throw a Shuriken, the Leaf's culture will live on."
"How can you be so sure? What do you think, Naruto?" asked Ino almost angrily. "They will suddenly go home and be happy to make wienershnizel?"
"We must fight." Said Shikamaru.
"How." Asked Lee.
"There are ways," replied Shikamaru, "for those who—"
"Who are not afraid to use weapons." Interjected Temari.
"I could not, never, I could not kill a man." Said Lee.
"N-Naruto, could you?" asked Hinata, "Would you?"
"I think," Naruto began but was cut off by distant shouting. He wanted to see what was happening, but beckoned the others to stay back.
As he poked his head out to the street, he saw a boy with something in his arms. He was being chased by three soldiers.
"Stop, stay where you are," The soldiers shouted, but the boy paid no mind. "STOP!" the soldier shouted one last time before aiming his gun at the boy and firing.
The boy dropped and out of his arms fell a handful of sushi.
"NO!" came a shout from a woman who was no doubt the boy's mother. Her screams continued as Naruto could only watch as the soldier poked at the boy before hauling his body away.
Naruto felt such rage and such hate. He could not fathom the evil he had just witnessed.
He was in such a state of shock that he could no longer remember where he was as he left the theatre's back area without a word to his friends.
1: Musubi is a sushi like dish from Hawaii. It consists of rice, a slab of spam, and seaweed. It is good! They also tend to dry out fast.
This story is based off of Pope John Paul II roughly. I do not own him or Naruto.