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(Beta'd by Patty)
The Story of You and I
Chapter IV: Far Away
There are questions that I want to ask
but are left unsaid, like
where are you going
And who are you thinking about right now?
It was barely dawn when his light slumber was rudely interrupted by faint whimpers issued from the nearby bed. The horizon was still tinged with the night before, creating a sea of blue. A subtle gust of wind blew the previously drawn curtains from side to side, pricking what little skin he had exposed to the naked air. It was dark, probably because the moron had left the window open, allowing the first breeze that entered to blow away any source of light they had. The innkeeper had given them a bare room with only one bed and a small one at that. The room was furnished with a desk that had probably seen even more years than he had.
Sasuke willed himself not to react, hoping that all of the incessant noise would somehow dissolve if he remained quiet long enough. He lifted his head to direct an infamous Uchiha death-glare at the other bed's occupant.
Unfortunately, the groans progressed in volume. Being a shinobi meant being quick on one's feet and mind, and he had trained himself well to adapt should a fight begin without any fair warning. During the war, the Sound-nins were always on the move, so the ability to sleep lightly and to wake up in an instant evidently caught on. Not that he was ever a really heavy sleeper to begin with.
Sasuke snarled loudly at the tossing form sprawled on the bed for the second time. Flinging the flimsy covers aside, he stood up and dusted the wrinkles off of his black pants, adjusting the straps of his arm wrappings, and then proceeded to stomp noisily over to the blonde. Yet, still, the blonde showed no signs of waking. He had treaded heavily across the floor in effort to shake Naruto awake.
He tried to recall all of the meals that they had consumed the night before. Did the blonde eat something that could've caused severe indigestion? But Naruto had the stomach that was seemingly endless, so that couldn't be the case could it? If he could remember properly, they had little to eat and the innkeeper had served them relatively fresh food.
His onyx eyes traced over the trembling face as his legs touched the firm bed.The usually grinning face was contorted in... discomfort? Every few seconds, he would detect a faint red chakra flicker from the sleeping blonde. The air tensed over him as Naruto continued to struggle in his sleep.
Drops of perspiration trickled down the moistened skin, his fair brows were drawn together as though he was enduring some type of indescribable anguish.
Naruto's small hands tensed upon the ragged bed sheets, pulling at them until they were completely torn away from the bed itself. He threw his head from one side to another, the sweat-covered strands of golden hair clung onto the skin of his forehead.
The impassive Uchiha lightly grazed his fingers across the slender neck before encircling the flesh completely. The feeling of utter satisfaction rushed through his veins, while his grip on Naruto's neck constricted with each passing second. The warm sensations warmed his heated blood. How he craved to kill the moron who had stripped away years of his hard work. It wasn't fair! Naruto had no right to rob him of his sole ambition in life.
Sasuke continued to tighten his insistent grip, a maniacal grin marring his handsome features. He felt the blonde's muffled heartbeat hum subtly under the pads of his pale fingers. If any more pressure were to be added, he was sure the blonde's neck would be snapped into two. His impassive eyes sparkled with a deadly lust as he raised his other hand to caress the slender jaw line to the sun-kissed locks and finally to the permanently scarred cheek. While his clutch on the blonde's throat was harsh, his left hand was tender, his touch almost endearing.
Pausing, Sasuke stared coolly at the thrashing red-faced teenager, now unconsciously fighting for air. Naruto's breath was coming in desperate pants, his chest heaving and falling at a rapid speed. It was as though Naruto didn't want to wake up. He had become the predator and Naruto the unsuspecting prey.
He entertained the idea of squeezing the life out of the latent blonde rightthere on the spot. But killing Naruto now wasn't his intention. The secret behind the spiral seal on his previous one was still a mystery. He had to find a cure someway, and going through Naruto was the fastest. 'I'll make him trust me, and then he'll tell me all of his deepest, darkest secrets. Wearing your emotions so blatantly on your sleeves will lead you to your downfall one day, dobe.'
"If you get in my way, I'll have to kill you, Naruto." The conviction in his voice left little to the imagination. If murdering his best friend would bring him one step closer to his goal of killing Itachi, so be it.
"Tell me something, dobe. What do you know about having someone close to you murdered? You don't have anything to lose do you? You never had a mother, so don't feint empathy. You never had a father to praise you for your good work, a family to greet you after a long day. You know nothing about that so how could you possibly understand where I'm coming from? The loneliness which you feel is nothing compared to my own."
"At least you had a mother to tell you such things. If your mother said it's true, then you should believe in what she told you. I would if my mother told me that . . ."
"Don't pretend to know what it's like to be lonely, Naruto. We aren't the same. You don't know what it's like to have something precious to you taken away in front of your very eyes. You didn't experience the feeling of helplessness as your own brother massacred his whole clan, his mother and father, without so much as a second glance."
"I'll believe in it!"
"What do you want from me, Naruto?" He whispered urgently, wrenching his fingers completely away from Naruto's reddening neck. "Why won't you just leave me alone? I don't need your help and I don't want your pity!"
"..Kyuubi."
His eyes widened partially. A normal person would have missed the virtually inaudible voice, but Sasuke was the furthest thing away from being a normal person. He dropped one knee and lowered himself onto the bed. The additional weight left the bed creaking loudly as he listened intently, hoping to catch some of the blonde's incoherent mumbling. The red lips moved wordlessly once more, offering little or no clues at all except for the frequent 'Kyuubi' or 'Ramen'.
Sasuke knew all about the Kyuubi, how it destroyed Konoha sixteen years ago, and how it took the legendary Yondaime with it. No, what perplexed him was the fact that Naruto even knew about its existence. Events covering the demon were to be kept under wraps and severe punishment was handed to those that dared to speak of the past. Naruto couldn't have learned about it from the villagers and certainly not from Iruka or Kakashi. It wasn't a lesson taught in the Ninja Academy.
And to actually have a dream about it? The rational part of him wanted to hear what was being said. A part of his objective was to get closer to Naruto, learn everything he needed in order to grasp a better understanding of his childhood rival.
But something wasn't right. If he was going to gain any information, it would with a conscious loud-mouth idiot. Some unknown fraction of his soul didn't want to infringe upon the pain that the hunter-nin was experiencing. He knew that he was contradicting himself and that the feeling could almost be deemed a weakness. The stoic-nin pulled away from the bed slowly, his hands jerking away from the warm skin.
He made a decision, although sometime later he would wonder what possessed him to do it.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Naruto was sent flying head first onto the tiled floors. The smaller boy scrambled to sit up, his chest tugging irregularly for much needed oxygen. Confusion was clearly written upon the fox-like face. The blonde shook violently on the other side of the bed as though still battling with the demons within his nightmare.
"Wake up, dobe."
Naruto turned to face him. The normally avid blue eyes were clouded over with fear. As reality settled in, the blonde threw the entangled sheets aside to free his twisted limbs.
The taller youth looked on with curiosity as his rival's hands lingered over his abdomen, drawing invisible spirals upon his clothed flesh. Everything seemed surreal. Was the blonde still sleeping even after that?
"What's wrong now?" Sasuke asked impatiently. "Why is there always something wrong with you? Like the rest of the human population, I actually need energy gained from a good night's rest. Keep in mind that I have to deal with you twenty-four seven the next time you decide to talk in your sleep."
"Huh?" Naruto blinked, not hearing a single word that had been spoken. He was shaking, and even though his brain told him to stop, his body chose to disobey. Not noticing that Sasuke had walked over to him, Naruto continued to be oblivious to the world.
The voice in his dreams remained intact even as he turned to Sasuke. Finallyregaining what little composure he had left, Naruto sent a glare at the Uchiha prodigy. He wasn't sure if he was grateful for the fact that he was no longer terrorized by the Kyuubi or peeved at being awoken so abruptly.
Choosing the latter option, Naruto thrust a forefinger forward. "What the hell is your problem, bastard?"
"Get dressed. There's no point in going back to sleep anymore. We should leave before the villagers wake up."
"Make me!" Naruto climbed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling in silence.
Like hell, Sasuke was going to start barking orders at him now. Even though what the bastard suggested made plenty of sense, he wasn't going to follow any orders from a traitor. "Why don't you just worry about yourself?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked out of the room, leaving behind a quietly ragged blonde to stare at the shadowed walls.
The door snapped shut slowly.
He was feeling a little unwell, that much he knew. Only when the sun had completely emerged over the tops of the buildings did he turn his face away from the chipped ceiling. Naruto flinched as he rose from the bed clumsily.
He pulled his hitai-ite from the nightstand and examined the reflection of his neck upon the rusting silver metal. There was a dark red band around his neck that hadn't been there the day before.
Was it the Kyuubi? But that didn't make sense, seeing as how so far all the Kyuubi ever did was give him help whenever he was in any jam. That wasn't to say the demon was a hero, far from it. He remembered the threat of bodily harm from his dreams and shook his head. The Kyuubi's threats were always empty, having no substance behind them.
So that left only the second voice and Sasuke. His mind clicked onto the most likely assailant, Uchiha Sasuke. He couldn't sleep without fear of being assassinated now? Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered to sacrifice so much to bring back an unappreciative twit in the first place.
'I really am a dobe.'
Nearly a week passed until they arrived at their destination. In Naruto's opinion, the week couldn't have passed by any slower. He never brought up the subject pertaining to the red marks around his neck, although, the thought of it happening again did leave him slightly wary. Convinced that the reasons behind the stoic Uchiha's actions were due to the lack of a bed,he reluctantly gave up his own bed at each inn they proceeded to stay at. He paid heavily with a week's worth of insomnia and back pains. Sasuke, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying his beauty sleep.
Strands of his hair fell into his eyes as the rain poured angrily down upon them. His eyes threatened to close themselves from the blurriness of their surroundings. He took a mental note of how it appeared to rain underneath as the droplets fell with such ferociousness that the fat drops would bounce right back up at them out of pure boredom. Days ago, the sun was shining so hard that he had actually developed a fear of being cooked alive. He had whined to the other ninja about the absurd heat. In return, Sasuke merely responded with the usual 'Are you stupid or something?'
God had heard his complaint and was now damning them with a flood.
"WE'RE HERE!" Naruto threw his hands high up into the air, celebrating the completion of the first half of their mission. His blue eyes read over the sign of the bridge. "In dedication to a dreamer who never stops dreaming, just as our village will keep on dreaming for a better tomorrow. Welcome to the Great Naruto Bridge"
The blonde hunter-nin walked pass the sign, beaming happily. Even the growing pain dancing down his back was starting to lessen and his heavy eyelids were opening once again.
He glanced over his shoulder to observe the taller man walking beside him. It was funny how when they walked across this bridge; they were on much better terms. It was a time when Sasuke would have gladly given himself up to save his important comrades instead of desiring to assassinate them in their sleep. The word 'precious' probably held little meaning to Sasuke now.
Now they just had to deliver their client to the Village of the Sand. That wasn't going to be too hard was it? Of course, a little action wasn't going to hurt either...
Fog obscured his vision so he took care to avoid the edge of the bridge. It wasn't usual for there to be so much fog. After all, it was called the small island was infamous for constantly being covered in thick sheets of clouds, but since when did fog start to clog up one's nose and burn the back of one's mouth? No, this wasn't fog. This was smoke from a recently started fire. A cold chill numbed his body, although he wasn't sure if it was from the additional weight of the water seeping pass his high collared blue shirt or from the feeling of uneasiness that refused to give him any type of peace. "Sasuke, can you see the end of the bridge?"
"You're a ninja. Why don't you start relying on yourself and not me, usuratonkachi?" Sasuke wordlessly summoned his bloodline limit. His black eyes bled and turned into crimson with three dots adorning each pupil. Squinting, Sasuke focused intently on the other side of the bridge and nodded. "It's about twenty feet away."
Sighing, Naruto hurried down the path, hoping that the end of the bridge would also mean the end of his blindness. Thoughts of seeing Inari also pushed him to hasten his gait. An actual conversation was waiting for him. Stopping at Inari's house wasn't too far out of the way of their mission. The little squirt was, without a doubt, taller now, but hopefully not too tall because he would die of humiliation if someone younger than him had become taller than him. Even though Inari was twelve now, he was probably still the same crybaby that he was four years ago. The pleasant memories of his old friend brought a smile to his face, heightening his anxiousness of the possible reunion with his childhood friend. All of his worries were temporarily forgotten.
"I can't wait to meet Inari. I bet you he's all grown up now. Maybe he's even gotten cool like me and became a ninja. What do you think, Sasuke?"
Sasuke shrugged in answer. Honestly, even he was beginning to feel the
effects of the constant precipitation. The skies had been so grey the past few days that he was starting to wonder if they were ever blue in the first place. His thoughts came to a halt when the shorter ninja stopped unexpectedly in front of him. Naruto's eyes fluttered to rid the droplets of rain, his lungs exhaling deeply to try to stop the growing panic.
Naruto froze up as his feet met the last bricks of the bridge. They were flecked with dark soot. Where as the other villages they had stopped at were bustling with life, there wasn't a single sign of life in the Wave Country. The picture which team seven had left behind wasn't like this at all.
He frowned and drew a small amount of chakra to the soles of his feet before jumping up to the closest tree. Sasuke followed in suit.
Gliding effortlessly from tree to tree, the blonde felt the simmering anxiety in his stomach grow. Tree branches slapped him harshly but he made no move to decrease his speed. The individual green leaves became a splash of emerald. Nothing mattered, not the dangerous footing on the thin branches or the fact that his bones were screaming in protest as a particular low branch had slapped him across the face, breaking the otherwise flawless skin.
He couldn't explain what possessed him to run that fast, fast enough to leave his heart slamming against his rib cage, fast enough to burn the insides of his lungs, fast enough to tear every aching muscle on his body apart from his bones. He stumbled when a particularly large branch slammed into his face, causing blood to mix with the saliva in his mouth. Stars flew in front of his eyes, knocking the breath out of his humming lungs as his mask disintegrated into nothingness.
Sasuke caught him before he tripped, and grabbed on frantically to regain his balance. The taller boy looked at him in question before he pulled away.
"Something's wrong, Sasuke. Can't you feel it?" A childlike voice made its way through his constricted throat, causing even him to become troubled.
Of course he felt it. A person had to be blind in order to not sense the thickness of death that settled on top of the village like an iron curtain. Granted his senses were somewhat distorted from the extreme amount of smog, the stench of blood was as plain as the back of his palm. Adding to the abnormal actions of his blonde companion, Sasuke nodded in agreement. They resumed their furious pace until they arrived at the familiar house that had once belonged to Inari and his family. It was hardly recognizable, with its walls darkened with ash. He wasn't sure if the cabin were going to sustain the weight of two ninjas in its beaten up shape.
Naruto felt his breath suddenly vacuumed from his body as Sasuke landed with a loud thud next to him upon a familiar tin rooftop, but said nothing as he too surveyed the horrific scene lying before them. Everything was burned to pieces. Not even one building had been spared. From the looks of it, neither were the inhabitants of the village.
"What happened? Who did this? Who could do such a thing?" His voice trembled as the raindrops flowed down his tanned cheeks, resembling hot salty tears.
Maybe he was crying.
Did he even know how to?
So lost in grief, Naruto failed to detect the kunai aimed at his head. Had Sasuke not caught it in time, he would have been a dead man. "There's someone here so don't drop your guard, dobe."
The blonde hunter-nin turned his head in the direction of the kunai. His eyes harden with an intense ferocity that Sasuke had never seen before. Naruto spun around to pinpoint the exact location of his hidden opponent from the quavering trees. This wasn't an ordinary adversary that he had on his hands.
His mouth opened to growl primitively, canines biting harshly onto his lips until they drew blood. Without any warming, Naruto jumped from the rooftop, flinging three shurikens into the high branches. A loud yelp was issued and its occupant was sent crumbling onto the muddy earth. He landed not too far from the fallen figure.
The shinobi was far from being defeated as he brushed himself off and tackled the blonde head long into the dirt. Naruto effortlessly dodged the attack, allowing the other ninja a hit before returning it back in full force. His punch connected onto the shorter man with a sickening crunch. The sounds of their raspy breathing, low and deep, were all he heard aside from the plopping echoes of the cold water.
Before Sasuke or the strange ninja could even blink, Naruto had grabbed a fist-full of the man's black shirt and tossed him into the softened dirt. Once again, the young man stood up, ready to battle once more. Inhaling, the blonde ran his hands to form a series of seals, summoning the necessary shadow clones to perform his next technique. A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air like a razor-sharp kunai.
Spitting the dried blood from his mouth aside, Naruto waited patiently behind the puffs of smoke. The opponent had expertly dispersed all of his clones; however, the hunter-nin didn't miss the first signs of apparent weakness. His pace of the foreigners attacks were no longer confident as he wove to and fro, avoiding the silver shurikens.
The stoic-nin's onyx eyes became fixated with morbid fascination on the raging battle as it played itself out in front of him. His Sharingan spun furiously as it tired to follow the events of the battle. He could barely keep up with the blonde's movement. Where the blonde had once been reckless and bold, he was now the strategist, holding his wit about him in battle. How could he have missed that during their last battle?
And when did Naruto get so strong? The idea made his blood boil to a new level as the taller ninja was struck down. The cool water did little to ease the rising temperatures of his frustrations. Was Naruto really that powerful?
He turned his focus back onto the raging battle. Naruto was obviously holding the upper hand and all too soon, it was over when the blonde found himself on top, straddling his enemy. The figure below him twisted sharply, trying to dismount the heavy weight of the blonde. Naruto showed no signs of wincing as sharp nails dug into his frail arm, leaving behind anger red crescents.
Naruto fought the urge to ram his kunai into the man's heart. His eyes stared feverishly into the black orbs laying underneath him. His shoulder blades ached where the man had audaciously tackled him, the cut in his face stung with renewing ferocity. Yet all he felt was the immense dislike as the squirming continued to consume him. "You did this to them, didn't you? What did they do to you that would lead you to massacre the entire village off?"
"What do you want?" The voice was feeble, fright leaking as each word was uttered.
From what Sasuke saw, their opponent was in dire need of medical attention. Deep cuts tarnished his appearance, some still bleeding profoundly. "I'll die if I have to in order to protect this village." The young man exclaimed proudly. "Go ahead and kill me. I won't back away from any fight!"
The blonde flinched as the ninja finally spoke up. The despair in his heart was washed away and relief came in its place. He lowered his weapon and shook his head. "You're not the person that did this then? What is your name?"
"You're about to die anyway so there's no point in you learning my name!" The youth beneath him growled but after realizing that Naruto wasn't going to back away, he broke. "Inari..."
Naruto released a soft sigh, and stood up, offering a hand to his supposed foe. "So there is a survivor then. Tell me what happened."
Inari hesitantly took the hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. The rain had made it damn well near impossible to see what or whom he had attacked. What provoked his wild actions was the extreme bereavement from the lost of his mother and grandfather along with the rest of the village.
But now, with a cleared head, Inari instantly recognized the fox-like face staring back at him. Not only that, the Uchiha prodigy had also accompanied him. Did news of the Wave's massacre reach the ears of foreign nations that fast? Whatever or whoever had spread the news, he was glad that there was help on the way. "Naruto-niichan? Sasuke-niichan?"
"It's really you?" While the severity of his wounds had been forgotten during their fiery battle, the pain now came back in full force, but the exhilaration in his soul caused him to soar with happiness as he slumped forward slightly "Have you come to help us? Everyone is dead,
Naruto-niichan. They killed everyone, grand pop and mama too."
Somehow, the blonde did the only thing he could. Naruto nodded dumbly. He felt bad for all of the hardships that Inari had gone through and worse for inflicting even more damage. Talk about adding salt to an open wound. Naruto was willing to do anything to assuage his friend's hurt. The blonde reached out to touch the boy's wrist in a sign of reassurance, "Why don't you tell me what happened? Then maybe I can do something for you."
Inari had led them to a relatively stable shelter, the only one left in the whole village. Outside the skies were finally beginning to clear up, and the heavens blue once more. The sun beamed down on the bedewed grass. There was always the calm after a long storm.
"Since you've left, the village had become bustling with business. We even had random tourists from various countries visit The Great Naruto Bridge. It represented our hopes and dreams." Inari whispered quickly.
" The village began to expand. Soon, we didn't need to depend on ninjas from other villages as many of our own civilians felt the need to protect their homes with their own hands. I was promoted to a genin just two summers ago after a ninja academy was established in our country," The boy pointed to his black hitai-ite, a sense of pride filled him. "I remember all of my classmates graduating as well! For the first time, we had a new class of ninjas to protect the village. I was a Wave ninja!"
Naruto lifted his eyes from the crackling fire to peer at the excited boy. "That's quite impressive! I didn't become a genin until I was twelve."
"That's because you suck, dobe." Sasuke commented. He flipped the cooking flesh so the embers could reach the second side. They had managed to create fire when Inari led them to a wood shack. Luckily, Naruto was true to his profession. After ten minutes in the outlining forest, the blonde emerged with a dead rabbit, declaring it a delicacy.
"You're one to talk, bastard. You graduated when you were twelve too!"
Naruto muttered, not up to the task of taking the taller nin on. His face became serious as Sasuke passed the meat to the awaiting hands. "Tell me what happened."
Chewing gently to prevent his tongue from burning, Inari gave the blonde a thoughtful look before answering the question. "I'm not so sure myself. Supposedly we were attacked by the Sound ninjas, but what troubles me is the reason behind their attack. We haven't dealt with them before, but when they arrived here, they were seeking a person named Usagi Junko."
Naruto turned to gaze at his impassive comrade. 'The Sound-nins are already on the move...but they aren't searching for Sasuke? What could they possibly want from the Wave Country? Orochimaru was already on the move and Sasuke wasn't involved?' Sasuke shook his head, indicating the end of the subject.
Inari motioned absently to the space between them. Both of the ninjas leaned
back to follow the direction in which Inari was pointing to. Sure enough, a girl about their age laid fast asleep, bundled up in the safety of her pallid dress. He couldn't see her face so no judgement was passed. "How did you survive?"
"Mama locked me up in the cellar as the Sound-nins raided the village. It was a well-hidden door so I wasn't able to get out." The look in hisblack eyes darkened, "I wanted to fight side by side with the rest of them. Why didn't she give me a chance? I would've held my ground! Damn it!"
"I'm sure you would have," Naruto concluded. From what he had gathered, his client was alive so the mission had to resume. 'What am I going to do with Inari then?'
"Let's get some rest, dobe. We'll set out tomorrow since Usagi-san is fine." Of course Sasuke wouldn't care about what had just happened. Naruto glared bitterly at the taller youth but said nothing. Staying inside the village wasn't the smartest idea either.
"Don't worry Inari."
He bit into the meat without a second thought, singeing the tip of his
tongue.
Tossing and turning, he gave up his futile attempts to sleep. Inari's speech replayed itself as he glared into the darkness. So Orochimaru was already looking for a replacement? Was he no longer good enough? "Fuck!"
He blinked when a light thud resonated from the exterior of their cabin. Standing up, he left the two sleeping forms in the darkness and tugged the wrecked door aside. Sasuke moved with caution, careful to not slip upon the wet ground. The scent of white plum reached his nasal passage, reflexively waning his dissatisfaction. It was an enchanting perfume, not too heavy or light.
Sasuke turned his head slightly to watch the lone girl move from one grey headstone to another, never lifting her head as she dug into the damp soil to bury the dead carcasses. Her hands were filthy with brown mud; her simple
white dress bunched around the small of her knees. Bright ginger hair tumbled over her white velvety shoulders, swaying gently as she moved in the same constant rhythm.
"What are you doing?"
Her fingers plowed through the earth somberly. "Burying the dead."
"You aren't a native, are you?"
"No." She answered drearily.
"Then why are you burying them?"
"They are people regardless where they are from. It is my duty as a human being to not leave them laying around like dead animals." Usagi Junko raised her head, wiping the sweat off with a forearm. "You are the ninjas here to escort me? You aren't Uzumaki Naruto, are you?"
Sasuke leaned back against the wooden walls and crossed his arms across his chest. "No, I'm Uchiha Sasuke."
"I see." Junko rose to her feet, pulling the shoulder straps away to allow the long sleeves to fall back into place. She moved with uncompromising grace, without so much as lowering her face, she walked passed the stoic young man. Sasuke moved forward to grab the slender arm as it brushed him.
"The Sound-nins are looking for you." His eyes wandered over the female under his scrutiny. There wasn't anything special about her that he could see from her. Perhaps she had a bloodline limit? Then again, was there even one that could match the Sharingan in strength?
The elegant woman pulled away calmly, her odd amethyst-colored eyes never leaving his face as she spoke, "And that would be the reason why you're here, isn't it?"
The door behind him snapped shut, leaving him to stare at the freshly dug graves. Each one was decorated with a white lily in respect. Together with the full moon's blessings, Sasuke paid homage to the resting souls.
To be continued . . .
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