STILL don't own Naruto. Doesn't stop you from sending me money. EH, EH? No,
you don't pay me to keep writing or for what I've written. You.. uh..
donate money.
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This time, another short story, focusing around Sasuke. Considering a beta reader. If you're interested, email me. It's on the profile page. Only considering, though.
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Something else that drives men is vengeance. In that he may find solice, And a way to ease pain.
He will pursue his goals to the very end, Even if they cost him his life. He is willing to sell his soul to the devil, And he will inevitably achieve vengeance.
His life is of no importance; It is this way because he wills it. His path is one of anger and hatred; This is because his victim willed it.
The path of vengeance is, However righteous and hard, Still nothing more than an adventure, And he is nothing more than an avenger.
- Anonymous
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The swift moving form of one of Konoha's finest ninja darted from tree to tree, his mind currently racing. News of a man who was said to have killed almost his entire clan, leaving only a brother, had been circulating throughout Konoha recently.
In the mind of Uchiha Sasuke, the self-proclaimed heir to the Uchiha bloodline, his arch rival's time was at an end. He knew that he was more powerful than him, and that he wasn't here for him. He could already see the look in that man's cold sharingan. He'd tell him he didn't hate enough, that he didn't wasn't ready yet. Then he'd try to shrug him off. This time, though, he was prepared.
He would use the power Orochimaru had given him. Yes, he was an avenger, and he would achieve power by any means possible, even if it meant such a huge sacrifice on his own part. The curse seal on his neck began tingling, as though it sensed it was going to be in use soon. And it was. He could already feel it sapping his own power, but he pressed onward despite this.
He didn't know exactly why that man was here, nor did he exactly care. He'd overheard that it had something to do with Naruto, something to do with that huge power in the boy he called dobe. Of course, that person wouldn't make it to Naruto. He would take him out with his own two hands before he got to the village of Konoha.
Sasuke stopped on a branch suddenly, his breath catching. His body sagged, and his hands lowered to support him on the branch. In his mind, it was all replaying again. He could remember the walk home after his shuriken practice, remember sliding the door open, remember that sickening feeling when he realized what his fragile mind was seeing.
He was still young. A boy shouldn't be subjected to that. Seeing his parents lying there, on the ground. They were dead. Above them stood a shadowed figure, one with piercing red eyes. To see that man there, he knew what had happened, but he didn't want to believe it.
Choking for air, one hand came up and clawed at his throat. Black swirls were trailing along his body, snaking even to the fingertips of his left hand. He remembered when he had gone to the inn to confront him, and he remembered how he had so easily been defeated. That man thought that Naruto was more important than he was. Dead last in their class, yet he was more important than the avenger that would kill him. It was more than enough to make his blood boil worse than it already was.
Suddenly, he had control again. He snapped his eyes open, revealing the two-wheeled sharingan he possessed. Trails of purple chakra hissed off of his body while he pushed himself to his feet. With every movement, he felt more of that wicked chakra flow through his body. A smirk crossed his lips; his Konoha hitaite fell down, going beyond the range of the human eye to the ground below.
So what if he relied on the devil's power? Power was power, and power was a key to revenge. He didn't have time to wait. His adventure has been going on for years, since the day that man took away everything that he held sacred.
As he began heading for the man's direction again, he knew secretly that today his adventure was going to come to an end.
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This time, another short story, focusing around Sasuke. Considering a beta reader. If you're interested, email me. It's on the profile page. Only considering, though.
---
Something else that drives men is vengeance. In that he may find solice, And a way to ease pain.
He will pursue his goals to the very end, Even if they cost him his life. He is willing to sell his soul to the devil, And he will inevitably achieve vengeance.
His life is of no importance; It is this way because he wills it. His path is one of anger and hatred; This is because his victim willed it.
The path of vengeance is, However righteous and hard, Still nothing more than an adventure, And he is nothing more than an avenger.
- Anonymous
---
The swift moving form of one of Konoha's finest ninja darted from tree to tree, his mind currently racing. News of a man who was said to have killed almost his entire clan, leaving only a brother, had been circulating throughout Konoha recently.
In the mind of Uchiha Sasuke, the self-proclaimed heir to the Uchiha bloodline, his arch rival's time was at an end. He knew that he was more powerful than him, and that he wasn't here for him. He could already see the look in that man's cold sharingan. He'd tell him he didn't hate enough, that he didn't wasn't ready yet. Then he'd try to shrug him off. This time, though, he was prepared.
He would use the power Orochimaru had given him. Yes, he was an avenger, and he would achieve power by any means possible, even if it meant such a huge sacrifice on his own part. The curse seal on his neck began tingling, as though it sensed it was going to be in use soon. And it was. He could already feel it sapping his own power, but he pressed onward despite this.
He didn't know exactly why that man was here, nor did he exactly care. He'd overheard that it had something to do with Naruto, something to do with that huge power in the boy he called dobe. Of course, that person wouldn't make it to Naruto. He would take him out with his own two hands before he got to the village of Konoha.
Sasuke stopped on a branch suddenly, his breath catching. His body sagged, and his hands lowered to support him on the branch. In his mind, it was all replaying again. He could remember the walk home after his shuriken practice, remember sliding the door open, remember that sickening feeling when he realized what his fragile mind was seeing.
He was still young. A boy shouldn't be subjected to that. Seeing his parents lying there, on the ground. They were dead. Above them stood a shadowed figure, one with piercing red eyes. To see that man there, he knew what had happened, but he didn't want to believe it.
Choking for air, one hand came up and clawed at his throat. Black swirls were trailing along his body, snaking even to the fingertips of his left hand. He remembered when he had gone to the inn to confront him, and he remembered how he had so easily been defeated. That man thought that Naruto was more important than he was. Dead last in their class, yet he was more important than the avenger that would kill him. It was more than enough to make his blood boil worse than it already was.
Suddenly, he had control again. He snapped his eyes open, revealing the two-wheeled sharingan he possessed. Trails of purple chakra hissed off of his body while he pushed himself to his feet. With every movement, he felt more of that wicked chakra flow through his body. A smirk crossed his lips; his Konoha hitaite fell down, going beyond the range of the human eye to the ground below.
So what if he relied on the devil's power? Power was power, and power was a key to revenge. He didn't have time to wait. His adventure has been going on for years, since the day that man took away everything that he held sacred.
As he began heading for the man's direction again, he knew secretly that today his adventure was going to come to an end.