A/N: Wrote this on a whim.... I have no idea what's in score... I knew what I was gunna write for the prologue, but after I was like, "Shit... I forgot about the story itself..." so this is gunna suck... just wait and find out!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and all that fun stuff, if I did, het pairing would burn in hell. Lol
Warnings: future shounen-ai, Sakura bashing if you look at is with a microscope, badly written stuff, and... the evilness of Monica's slow updates.
Replies to reviews: (and since I only got two, you guys both get... 5 CAKES EACH!)
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I never knew why I hated him... it came more naturally than breathing...
The fate of the two souls that were chosen by Good and Evil were to battle each other at their peak conditions. The winner decided the final battle of the lightness and darkness wars. The outcome of that battle decided if the world was forever in light, or forever shrouded in darkness.
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When they were young, they only saw each other from a distance. It was like looking at a mirror.... It showed something exactly the same as you, but oh-so different. They always were alone, so it seemed only natural to at least acknowledge each other with the slightest of smiles. They thought like this until they actually met. Then, like a blow from above, they hated each other. They couldn't help it... it just... happened.
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Everyday, it was the same. As the sun reached its highest peaks, he got irritated... maybe it was the heat, maybe the blinding light, or maybe.... something completely different. That is why, when he saw villagers throwing rotten vegetables at one orange clad ninja, he turned away. It was much to hot to bother with him.
"That dobe, always getting into trouble. Servers him right."
Why should he care? He hated him, right?
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He was running, running from the people, running from their faces, running from his problems. He knew why they hated him, he knew, but he didn't understand. Did that give them the right to hurt him? To despise him? To ignore him? To abuse him? Did it, really?
No, but they did it anyway because they needed a way to vent their hurt, their anger, their sorrow. And who better than a boy with no family, no money, and apparently, no talent? He's just a demon, after all.
That's when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sasuke... just standing there, apparently not noticing the tomatoes on his jacket, or the cuts on his face. For a moment, he stood there, shocked.
'My best friend doesn't care...?'
That's what hurt most, not the knife stabbing into his back, by a faceless villager. No, that knife didn't hurt, not at all. That face, that Sasuke made, not caring, that hurt.
'What? I hate him... I have no friends...'
Right before he collapsed, he smiled.
'No friends, no use running.'
But of course, Naruto is a warrior of the light, he can't give up.
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"He has amnesia? He doesn't remember the past week? Oh well, all for the better, I suppose. Some things are better off forgotten," Iruka was sitting at Naruto's bedside, as the doctor told him about his condition.
'Much better off forgotten... who would want to remember that torture? Attacked for hours... just when Tsunade went on vacation, too...'
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"Guess I lost a lot of training time... need to catch up to Sasuke-teme." Naruto climbed out his bedroom window and jumped to the next roof. "Nobody goes to training ground 13 anymore, right? Unlucky numbers... heh..."
As Naruto was running to training ground 13, it started to snow. By the time he got there, it could be considered a blizzard. It never slowed him down.
What did was a snowball with ice in it hitting him in the eye, causing blood to flow down his face in a steady stream. It seemed to have cut off use of his right eye, which he could no longer open. Shocked, he stood there, wondering what the hell was happening. More and more of the ice balls came hurtling at him, cutting him all over his body.
"We told you last time! We want you to leave the village! Didn't our last attacks tell you anything?"
'What are they talking about...? What last attacks? Could it be from the week I had completely forgotten about?'
'Why... what did I do...' by this time, he had been knocked to the ground, snowballs hitting him from all directions. This was no snowball fight; this was an onslaught... of ice. He was lying in a fatal position on a snow bank, bleeding from many wounds on his body.
A lone tear trickled down Naruto's face.... 'Damn it all,' Just then, a flash of blue chakra pulsed from his body, flinging all the attackers away, hitting trees as far as 50 feet back.
As he slowly got to his feet, the men who were attacking him fled.
"No prissy little snow-ball fight is gunna slow me down..."
On shaky legs he stood, walking up to the stump in the middle of the clearing, he punched it, feebly at first, but then with more fervor. After five minutes, he was punching so hard, wood chip flew through the air like sparks from a burning fire. He was also kicking the log, making dents in either side.
Still, five hours after this, he was still punching and kicking the log. Still with force powerful enough to break down a door. His hands were bleeding now, along with his feet, legs, and up his arms. Blood, along with pieces of wood, were cascading down in beautiful arcs, splattering the pure white snow with exquisite patterns of red.
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Something was unsettling. He felt left behind, as he sat on his roof.
"I feel... left behind. Like somebody is leaving me here to stay weak forever."
As he looked up into the night sky, the stars seemed to make a picture of the most beautiful face he had ever seen. The deep snow was reflecting the full moon, making it seem like the only thing in life that mattered. It seemed like it was looking after him, even after all he lost.
Sasuke fell asleep, dreaming of the stars in the sky, watched over by their moon. But he just couldn't shake the feeling of being weak from inside himself.
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The next day at the meeting place of Team 7, Naruto appeared with bandages covering his arms and legs, there were also a couple of cuts on his face, and he had pulled down his leaf forehead protector to cover his right eye.
"What's up with you, trying to be cool?" Sakura asked, wearing makeup and looking quite girlish. She wanted to impress 'Sasuke-kun.' "You trying to impress me with your headband covering your eyes and bandages? It won't work; you're too stupid for me. I love Sasuke-kun. Get over yourself."
"Not everything's about you..." Naruto mumbled, almost incoherently. He was tired from his late-night training, and it had taken almost an hour to get all the bandages on. There were scars running up the length of his arms, and up his legs. Not to mention his right eye was so cut up, he could even open it. It was a miracle it didn't fall out.
"Why are you trying to look like Kakashi, anyway?" Sakura asked, thinking it had something about her teacher.
"You sure you wanna see?" Naruto asked, while pulling up his forehead protector.
"All I see is bandages, baka."
"I'm not done yet..." Naruto lifted up the bandage that was wrapped around his head in order to show his eye to his teammates. It was badly cut up, with a patch of skin missing altogether. There were gashes covering it in all directions, making it look like an asterisk.
"That is so gross." Sakura stuck out her tongue, while making retching noises. "Cover it back up!"
'Were the hell did he get that scar...?' Sasuke asked himself, as he looked closer.
But, just as quickly it started, Naruto cover his eye back up, and pulled his headband over it again. 'Just another handicap I have to live with...' Naruto sighed in annoyance, 'Why me?'
After a few more hours of waiting, Kakashi appeared, and the normal day of training ensued.
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Did you like it? Totally written on a whim, absolutely no notes on this chapter whatsoever. Did you like it? Or is it still boring as hell?
Give reviews with suggestions on what should happen.
I still have no idea how this story is gunna progress, but I do know how it ends. Fuuuuun. Woohoo... four pages. My chapters are too short, huh? Too bad for you. I just felt like ending it 'cause I was getting lazy.
Ahhh I'm more cut out for humor... but, ya' know, this stuff's always fun.... R&R please!
And omg this fanfic is so cliché... I just noticed that... damn...
Ugly seperator because is so retarded it just... won't work... it was so pretty, too! ugh.
Didn't edit this, 'cause, like, nobody reads it anyways, so whats the point?