Iga no Sanchou

by Catchandelier

The older the clan, the crazier the amount of bullshit you can do. There were ninjas before the Sage, after all. A drabble-fic in twenty-five chapter arcs, thirteen arcs total. Hold on to your burn cream, kiddies. (We're going straight to hell!)

15. Storm

The Kyuubi, when it came, was like- was like a memory, faint but violent, burning in the back of my head. Of being something- other. Than what I was.

I remembered being so fast. So bright. I remember my strike, relentless.

Of that awful day? I remember Yayoi taking Sasuke-chan from 'Tachi-kun, remember Kirara dragging me and him along the streets turned red and screaming. I remember screaming until I couldn't. The taste of blood in my mouth. I remember the sight of the Uchiha district, burning.

So many people died.

It was like a storm, a hurricane, earthquakes in sequence. Fire. Of the Uchiha clan, only our friend, Itachi-kun, his older cousins, Shisui and Obito, and his little brother, Sasuke, survived the Kyuubi's attack.

Itachi because we made him run. Sasuke because Yayoi took him. Obito because he was at a border patrol. Shisui because he was on the front.

Yayoi because she took Sasuke and ran.

Me because Kirara took my hand and ran.

If she hadn't… would I have lived?

Or would I have stayed and watched the lighting strike?