6. Faran was exhausted, hungry but yet still running.
The pain hadn't gone yet. But either way, Faran collapsed from hunger. The blackness was comforting for a time, but then the nightmare's struck. Faran dreamt of red eyes spinning with an active sharingan, the screams of his parents and his brothers, and a katana slowly descending towards him, ticking away the time he had yet to live, and he was powerless to stop it. Then, in the dream, a voice rang out. "Faran... creed of the Uchiha clan." Then everything that had been happening so slowly suddenly sped up, the katana fell, and it was being held by Itachi, his brother was lying dead. Faran sidestepped and looked up at the katana's wielder, just to see his own face, as if reflected in the mirror. An active sharingan was in his opponents eyes, and a collection of seals were working their way up the combatant's body, coming from his neck. Faran was dimly aware of a black chakra enveloping his body, and the power emanating from him. He was 16, a god compared to his younger self. Taking his hand off the katana, the other him rammed his shoulder's into Faran's chest. Faran collapsed.
Oh, by the way, did I mention that my name is Faran Kredo, and this is primarily my story. Since I was there, I should tell this story from my point of view. Of course, at that point, mine and Faran Uchiha's viewpoints were very similar.
Author's Note: Please remember that Gikyo is reading all of this in a book, and the book itself has just spoken to him telling him that its name is Faran Kredo. This is not a self insert.
