Thanks for the reviews and in this chapter I am writing my first (quite short) fight scene so please bear with me it might not be the best one you've seen but I'll try to do a decent one. Beware the swearword.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Fallen: Chapter 3
Near the hot springs in Konoha
The weather was the total opposite of Naruto's mood, the bright blue sky, small wisps of white cloud and a gleaming sun did not change his attitude to being trained by Ebisu and was trudging gloomily behind him. Ebisu was supposedly taking him to where he was going to be trained, though he didn't see how he was going too be trained here. It was probably more to Ebisu's benefit, he was the closet pervert after all, most likely to get a sneaky peek while he wasn't looking.
Ebisu though, took no notice of Naruto's sulking, he knew that Naruto would cheer up when he started the training, Kakashi had hinted on he liked learning new techniques, but really he needed to work on his chakra control so Kakashi had suggested this exercise, knowing that it would catch the genin's interest.
It was quite amusing how he got into this situation, he would never have trained him before as he was one of the people who only saw him as the demon fox, but after that meeting he had with Konohamaru, after Naruto had taught 'that' technique to him, he saw that Naruto was a human being with his own goals and values and he had managed to get Konohamaru to take his studies seriously, which he had never managed to do, but one chance encounter with Naruto had changed that and he admired the young ninja for it.
Ebisu stopped in front of a large stream and proceeded to tell Naruto what his training involved and as he thought, the blonde ninja couldn't hide his excitement of learning how to walk on water and totally forgot his grudge against him.
Naruto followed Ebisu's instructions and gathered his chakra underneath his feet and took a huge step out onto the water, only to splash straight into the stream.
Ebisu couldn't help but laugh when he rose to the surface screaming, 'Hot, Hot, Hot!' And scrambled back onto the stream's edge.
'Why didn't you tell me the water was boiling hot?', Naruto demanded.
'Just some extra incentive to do it right', the closet pervert replied with a rather evil grin, 'are you going to give up already?', playing on Naruto's weak spot.
Naruto scowled at him and grumbled, 'I never give up' and went back to the edge. Beginning the steps again, he took a bit more care when he went to step on the water.
After about half an hour a shadow suddenly crossed over the teacher and student who were standing on the shore, landing behind Naruto and attempting to grab him. He would've managed if Ebisu hadn't moved quickly and flung the blonde genin out of the way.
The figure straightened to their full height, considerably taller than Ebisu and glared down at them, daring them to make the first move.
Before they could though a cloud of smoke exploded between them and their enemy. A strong gust of wind that shook the leaves off the trees cleared the smoke to reveal a man-sized frog, orange with blue blotches and amour covering it's vital parts. Next to the frog, taking part in the impressive appearance stood a man in red clothes, wooden clogs and long white hair and a scroll strapped to his back. He was striking a rather interesting pose and giving the victory signal, which everyone that saw him sweatdropped at.
Forcing out a grin to against the weird looks and sweatdrops he was getting he decided he ha better introduce himself,
'I am Jiraiya, one of the three legendary Sennin, and all-round ladies man!', striking his victory pose again.
Having enough of the old man's attitude the figure pulled of his hat. Everyone heard Naruto's gasp, the man looked like a shark rather than a human. He had sharp teeth, small bloodshot eyes and gills, all surrounded by dead looking grey skin. His forehead protector indicated he was from the hidden village of the mist, but the slash right through the middle of the symbol showed he had deserted his village. Another gust of wind passed them, blowing up his cloak and whistling through the silence his appearance had created.
'Finished staring yet?', he asked with a growl.
'Who are you and what do you want?', demanded Ebisu.
He grinned maliciously, 'I'm Kisame and I want the kid, so hand him over and you won't get hurt, though I wouldn't mind a fight'.
Naruto visibly paled, but Ebisu and Jiraiya moved in front of him with the summoned frog, 'I guess you're going to get a fight then', Jiraiya said grimly.
The wind had picked up and the group of people might as well have been in the middle of the desert, no one else was around even though it was a tourist spot. At least they wouldn't be interrupted.
Jiraiya started things off, his hand creating the seals faster than the eye could see. He inhaled deeply, aimed at Kisame and let the huge jet of fire exit his mouth. It scorched everything it touched, and when the smoke cleared all that remained was a pool of water.
'You defeated him?'
'No, it's a water clone, has been the whole time, he's good, and I don't where he is'
That question was soon answered as they heard a crash behind them. Ebisu was lying on the ground, knocked out, his nose bleeding from an apparently hard kick.
'I'm behind you kid'.
Naruto's heart skipped a few beats when the comment reached his ears, but he was ready and he twisted, kunai in hand and threw it at the shark-man who wasn't expecting the attack. It grazed his eye, not being able to move in time to evade the basic attack.
Jiraiya and his summoned toad moved forward menacingly and Kisame looked wary, they looked ready to do some serious damage to him so he decided that it would be best to wait for his partner from the Akatsuki to come back.
'I don't need to capture you, yet'
With a glare and blood trickling from his injured eye, Kisame jumped away and blended into the shadows.
'Shouldn't we go after him?' Naruto asked.
'No, it's difficult fighting and protecting you at the same time, especially with him out of it', he motioned towards Ebisu lying on the ground, knocked out cold, 'and I can't just leave you here, he could come back while I'm gone and you are no match for him'.
'Am too', Naruto argued, but Jiraiya just smirked at him, looked around and decided to resume what he had been doing before he stepped in.
'Well while we're here I might as well get some new material for my books', said Jiraiya, hopping over to peak through the fence of the women's bath.
Before he could get an glimpse though, Naruto, complete with sweatdrop went over and dragged him away muttering to himself, 'Not another one, why do I get stuck with all the perverts?'
On top of the mountain
Sasuke found himself inside a past memory, the memory that made his future, where it had been decided he would kill his brother.
His legs moved down the moonlit street of their own accord, it was like he was living the moment again, the screams of the villagers, the blood splattered on the walls staining them a crimson, even the echo of his footsteps in the cold stillness that surrounds death. The images still wanted to make him scream and a tear escaped and ran down his cheek leaving a salty trail, but his resolve got the better of him, he would not let his brother see him like this and refused to let another tear win it's freedom.
H e continue to follow the path that he had walked that day, trapped within his younger body. He passed every house, the street littered with corpses, half- heard screams and looks of terror permanently frozen on their faces.
Sasuke's hatred flared up as the number of bodies he saw grew, especially when he saw members of his family, the ones that had loved him and his anger was replaced by sadness and longing. His heart had become covered in ice since then, but it was slowly being peeled away at the sight of the people he had once hugged and been friends with. When he arrived at his house, he knew he couldn't face what was inside without falling apart.
But his younger self kept moving forward, playing out the nights events in perfect detail.
The door stood ajar, the moonlight filtering through casting long shadows across the floor.
As Sasuke pushed the door the rest of the way to enter, the moonlight illuminated the middle of the room, and the one image that he never wanted to face again, his slaughtered parents. They lay in a pool of blood, the red a stark contrast against the white light of the moon.
He walked over to them just like he had done on the day it happened and he couldn't restrain himself any more. He screamed and cried and damned Itachi to the deepest reaches of hell. Fresh tears streaked down his face covering the dried trail of the one before. He didn't care if Itachi saw him, it would be the last thing he did see, Sasuke would make sure of that, once he got out of this nightmare of memories.
He was distracted from his torn thoughts, nearly missing the soft, but unmistakable voice of his brother, 'Sasuke'.
He whirled around on the wooden floor, 'Why are you here? Come to gloat at your sick victory or laugh at my tears you heartless bastard!'.
Itachi just stood there with a neutral expression on his face and said, 'I was made to do it, I had no choice'.
I love cliffhangers, thanks for reading and please review
Until next time...
