HELLO! Anki-openminded here!
This is my FIRST ever fan fiction, but I've been reading fan fiction for a few years now. I had already uploaded the first chapter earlier, but I only recently edited it and all that jazz. It's been a while since I started/updated but due to school restraints, I had to abandon this project of mine.
But no worries - I am back! I will try my hardest to update regularly. I'm making a schedule for this; I'll update once every Wednesday.
Well, on to the story.
If the summary didn't tell you anything, then I'm warning you again, this is SLASH. Call it M/M, yaoi, gay whatever. Also this is eventual Sasunaru. SasukexNaruto. If you aren't into it, I suggest you leave. Also, this is rated T, but I will change it to M when the time comes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters in it, nor do I pretend that I want to own it. I enjoy the fact that Kishimoto Sensei has created something amazing, and I respect that "Naruto" is his intellectual property, and under no circumstance am intending to encroach upon it. I only wish to contribute to the growing community that has developed due to the wild fantasies and imaginations of the Naruto fandom.
The idea of the fanfic is mine, however.
Happy reading :)
CHAPTER ONE: The Day Everything Began
The sun beat down his back as sweat rolled down his forehead. He shielded his eyes from the glaring light, cursing his bad luck. Did the weather have to be so hot today? Today was an important day, when everything was going to change.
The boy sighed with irritation as he rolled the crisp sleeves of his buttoned up shirt, trying to ease his discomfort, fiddling with his collar, which only served to increase his discomfort due to the humid winds that blew irregularly. His features were indiscernible in the glare of the sun to anybody who tried to look at the boy. His hair shone white in the flair of the ghastly blaze of the beams of light that reflected painfully into the eyes of the onlooker. Nature seemed to be making her best effort to aid the anonymity of the monstrous, diabolic (yes, diabolic was the perfect word) soul that stood plotting the end of his move.
It was going to be the end. The end of his turn in this new game which he had just begun. Although, he had been a little ambitious in his move – he had attempted to attack the king and queen from the start. It would be disappointing if they lost so soon. But wait, he hadn't finished his turn yet. There was more to come.
He seemed to be waiting for something, someone, and as he waited, he soothed an itch on his forehead with the bloodied shotgun held in his hand. It was cocked, ready to go off with the smallest trigger, but the boy didn't seem to be very concerned. As he waited, he lovingly wiped the handle with a handkerchief over and over again, getting rid of all and any stains, even the smallest, smudges on its body. The boy would click the safety on the gun on and off over and over again. Click. Click. Click. Click. As the boy constantly fiddled with the dynamite-like toy, the gun gave a dangerous glint in the sunlight.
Finally (it must have been the lunchtime rush), the road came alive, with people bustling around everywhere; the boy moved into the shadows intently inspecting the crowd for his prey and upon spotting it, stepped out of the shadows once again, the shimmering heat keeping his silhouette and figure a blur from any onlookers. Without a warning, he shot a bullet into the air.
Panic erupted amongst the throng of people, adding to the intense pandemonium of the afternoon rush. Amongst the scattering of people, a flash of yellow and aquamarine eyes stood out. The pupils of those blue eyes began dilating in shock, eyes widening considerably in fear. Despite all the crap going on his life, he didn't want to die. He really didn't want to die. He squeezed his eyes close, anticipating his oncoming death. Time seemed to slow down as a cool metal on his temple served as a stark contrast to the blinding heat.
Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
As a second gunshot went off, the owner of the stormy aquamarine orbs and golden hair crumpled to the ground to a pool of his own blood, some of it spurting onto several other people around due to the proximity of the shot. The shooter had disappeared, leaving no trace of his behind.
The fair haired boy on the ground lay soaking in his blood, oblivious to the sounds of chaos surrounding him, the excruciating pain his head causing him to black out to the sweet, sweet darkness of oblivion.
His last thought before he succumbed to a dead sleep was;
I don't want to die.
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