A/N: Bwahaha. Short suckiness. I fail at beginning things. They will be better and longer soon, I promise.
Warning: Not really for SasuSaku fans... due to ignorance on his part.
I don't own the characters. But I bet I'm one of 300 thousand who wish they did.
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For half the Uchiha clan, life was a revenge filled misery, which is true if you only include the members currently living. One can suppose that all the angry dead people would outweigh the other half. Some people just couldn't handle being senseless slaughtered as a test for container. That boy probably had a thing with Tupperware, the way he rambled on… but I digress.
Oh shoot, I just used first person, thus ruining the cool that is narrator. What is better than an all knowing disembodied voice? Oh, right… the story is. Ahem…
As I … err, said disembodied voice was saying, for half the living Uchiha clan, life was a revenge filled misery. Well, that is unless you are one of those dedicated to the belief that a certain member of a certain questionable and evil organization is the remnants of a long lost member of the clan. Then half just becomes a funny and ironical description. Due to aforementioned plastic ware reasoning, this 'half' came to terms in the embodiment of one Uchiha Sasuke, or Sasuke Uchiha for you American twits that can't make that little cultural transition. Sasuke lived alone, in the large abandoned little mini village inside the village, which once housed all those angry dead people, who happened to be the cause of the drop of real-estate value. Pity, such wonderful architecture it was, if you could get over the massive franchising of the Uchiha fan symbol. It wasn't even that manly, remember, it's a fan. And not some big-industrial-knock-you-over- kind of fan, but one of those little dainty ones.
Sasuke had finally graduated from the academy, cause twelve is such a ripe good age to send children off to kill and be killed, and was glad to be rid of that place, having been cursed with that wonderful dark good looks that plagued the living members of his clan. Save again for those kin to thinking a certain boy from the past was still alive, despite the crushing, and persuading otherwise force of several large boulders. That is, unless you were into that sort of squashed, half living puppet look. In that case, more power to you.
Now he was only stuck with that blonde haired dobe, some pink haired chick, which he couldn't even remember her name. S-something. Almost as annoying as that Naruto kid. Not to mention their perverted so called sensei, Kakashi. Whose lame habit of being late all the time was only out lamed by his excuses. At least his fan club had been cut back, Pinky being the only one he saw on a regular basis, and he was already starting to get stronger, you know, having his only goal in life to be the utter destruction of his only remaining –again, exception, blah blah- family member. He decided to make a self-evaluation of where he'd come thus far…
Suddenly, the dull and plain world around Sasuke flashed in overtones of highly saturated colors, his least favorite thing next to pink hair and evil siblings, and he sighed as he found himself sucked into the vortex that was known to all as the dreaded flashback. From several feet in the air, Sasuke fell out of a hole in the space-time continuum, and upon his dainty little ass. The world around him was familiar, despite being in black and white. Likely cutting corners the production crew used up all the color in the flashy departing sequence, and some poor sap of an audience member took it to be a crafty indication of past events. Damn those people were gullible.
Several meters away from him, in the psuedo-mist, and among a ring of ice mirrors, him and the blonde Naruto stood together, totally getting their asses handed to them on a sparkly shining platter of Ninjutsu crafted ice, skewered with big ice needles, and served by a male that made most females look manly. He had a pretty facemask though, and Sasuke thought that almost made up for the brutal beating. Almost. A sigh split through the muted flashback colorless, colorless air, followed by a second at how much those effects people were really cutting in budget. Sasuke, the current one… or future? Uh… the only thing in color, moved in for a closer look. Damn, that lighting really suited him well, and he took a moment to admire that his ass was indeed firm looking from behind; despite the serving it was being given. The view had him wondering why, and not for the first time, it was called Naruto, when he was sooo much better looking. And cooler. Just look at the fan club!
However, his reasons for the flashback had been serious. This was his first big fight, and he'd been doing pretty well. Okay, well, better than Naruto at least. He'd even been able to see that girly dude's movements! Right before he moved to protect his teammate and became a pincushion. That's were he fell to the ground and decided a nap would be fun. Ah, but this time he could watch and see how that little dobe had managed to take care of Barbie well he was out for the count.
Of course this couldn't be allowed, and with all the reason and logic it decided to make up, Fate pushed a button and the flash back worm hole sucked the Uchiha boy up and dropped him back into reality. Well, his reality, which is indeed much cooler than that of yours. I mean, come on, do you see any of these ninjas wasting their time reading this shit as you are? No, I don't think so.
"Damnit." Sasuke muttered, as the narrator argued with her spell checker that damnit, was indeed one word, and therefore cooler than it. "Damn it." She lost and Sasuke, distracted by the arguing of a disembodied voice somewhere, ran into a building. Yeah, he defiantly should be the main character.
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