Title: The Toxin Lies In Your Own Hands

Authoress: BeuitifulDisgrace246

Summary: "Can't you feel my warmth seeping into your numb soul?" Naruto thought solemnly, wishing that he could squeeze his way into his comrade's heart because he knew. He knew if he could just reserve ONE little spot…it would suffice. AU SasuNaru

EDIT: Well, well, well. This story loves and hates me. (It's pretty equally balanced). The first version of this story was so…well…odd to me that I've decided to start OVER. Yes, yes. Well, if you actually liked the first version of this story, you have problems…I'm sorry to say. Personally, I hated it. SO! This is the completely new TTLIYOH. Hopefully you like this more and would like to review and tell me what you think? Good idea. :D

The Toxin Lies In Your Own Hands

Created By: BeuitifulDisgrace246

Prologue: Up In Flames

My hands couldn't help but shake as I unsealed my fate. Slowly, carefully, the words on that paper started to swarm in my head. With the next blink of my eyes, I had lost all feeling.

All feeling…except the feeling of expectation.

Expecting a war.

With me in it.

Pulsing deep beneath the cracks of war-torn soil, eternal blood boils; still thick from the heat of battle. One had met their match on that day- that day of immortal proportion. Two of the greatest living beings in all of existence had been pitted against each other; sworn enemies since the first glorious breath of power rang true through their lungs.

Obliterated.

Any land within a one hundred mile radius had not survived the unmasked hell fire blazing between those two foes.

Pure, untapped power shrouded them like a fine mist, highlighting heaven with two different hues.

It was a rare occasion that someone had not heard of this battle throughout the entire world. So glorious, this fight; that in fear of upsetting these "God-like creatures," memorials were constructed out of unadulterated self-preservation.

Who won that "glorious" fight?

The one who won that tattered disgrace of humanity was neither of them.

As the blood splashed through the air, fell to the ground, dripped through the cracks in war-torn soil, they both went up together.

Went up in flames.

Watching the twitching of my fingers into a hardened fist, I watched the muscles move, flex, beneath my nimble hands. Staring in silent fascination, I wondered how these hands were the same as those same hands of four "God-like" hands capable of mass-terror and destruction.

What am I?

…What am I becoming?

This is my fate.

Up, up, up I go.

Up into Hell's flames.

A/N: I really hope you like this version better. I feel that my writing skills have been progressing (hopefully for the better), so hopefully that means more input from the readers. Just know, I love you all. Even though I don't know you. BUT! I'll love you even more if you just type up a few words and click that review button. It would help me more than you know. Thanks! (: