I don't own Naruto or any of its characters.
I do own Ryuutarou and Ryuuko...and Uchiha Jiro (not his last name though.
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Enjoy, pleases
-Eijurin no Taishou
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Two small hands reached up and grabbed for the long black locks. Meeting their destination, they tugged down hard.
"Daddy?" The small blond child inquired. "Can I be a ninja like you?" His innocent smile resembled his much like his mother's.
"Yes, Jiro." Sasuke replied. "Then you can find mommy." When he said the word 'mommy,' he seemed to have grown vulnerable.
"Awright!" Jiro said enthusiastically. "I'm going to be a ninja!"
"Or my name isn't Uchiha Jiro!"
It was late now. The children could not escape now. Running in the darkness, the pair of young ones ran for their dear lives. "Run Ryuuko, run!" The older one of them yelled. He had tripped and hurt his knees badly. "No, I can't leave you behind Ryuutarou!" The young girl turned back but could not see her dear friend. A scream of despair was heard. The small child wilted and began crying. "R- ryuutarou."
"Mama, there's summun outside!" The pink haired girl piped. "It's a likkle kid like me!" At once, Haruno Sakura ran from the kitchen being followed by two small children. "A child out at this time of night?" She opened the door and peered outside. She spotted the child immediately. His hair was matted and his face bled. Bruises and cuts covered his body as a rag covered his small self. His eyes were dark red, burning with hatred. "A...ano." With that, he collapsed into Sakura's arms.
"Ryuutarou! Ryuutarou!" The child who had recently lost a very dear friend yelled out to perhaps find the child, in hiding. "Ryuutarou, come o—" "Little girl, what are you doing here?" A very shady person with dark black hair and blazing red eyes looked down at her. "Did you see Ryuutarou come around here?" She asked quizzically. "No." Deciding that this was not worth anything, he turned to disappear. "W-wait! Didn't you see him?" She ran up and clung tightly to his leg. "You have to help me find Ryuutarou! He might be dead!" The man sharply turned, holding up a kunai blade. "Selfish brat, get o—" For the first time, he truly gazed into someone's eyes and felt a new understanding. "Okay, what do you want."
Two small hands reached up and grabbed for the long black locks. Meeting their destination, they tugged down hard.
"Daddy?" The small blond child inquired. "Can I be a ninja like you?" His innocent smile resembled his much like his mother's.
"Yes, Jiro." Sasuke replied. "Then you can find mommy." When he said the word 'mommy,' he seemed to have grown vulnerable.
"Awright!" Jiro said enthusiastically. "I'm going to be a ninja!"
"Or my name isn't Uchiha Jiro!"
It was late now. The children could not escape now. Running in the darkness, the pair of young ones ran for their dear lives. "Run Ryuuko, run!" The older one of them yelled. He had tripped and hurt his knees badly. "No, I can't leave you behind Ryuutarou!" The young girl turned back but could not see her dear friend. A scream of despair was heard. The small child wilted and began crying. "R- ryuutarou."
"Mama, there's summun outside!" The pink haired girl piped. "It's a likkle kid like me!" At once, Haruno Sakura ran from the kitchen being followed by two small children. "A child out at this time of night?" She opened the door and peered outside. She spotted the child immediately. His hair was matted and his face bled. Bruises and cuts covered his body as a rag covered his small self. His eyes were dark red, burning with hatred. "A...ano." With that, he collapsed into Sakura's arms.
"Ryuutarou! Ryuutarou!" The child who had recently lost a very dear friend yelled out to perhaps find the child, in hiding. "Ryuutarou, come o—" "Little girl, what are you doing here?" A very shady person with dark black hair and blazing red eyes looked down at her. "Did you see Ryuutarou come around here?" She asked quizzically. "No." Deciding that this was not worth anything, he turned to disappear. "W-wait! Didn't you see him?" She ran up and clung tightly to his leg. "You have to help me find Ryuutarou! He might be dead!" The man sharply turned, holding up a kunai blade. "Selfish brat, get o—" For the first time, he truly gazed into someone's eyes and felt a new understanding. "Okay, what do you want."