Have I ever mentioned that I don't own Naruto, and have never, do not, and will not make any profit from writing this? I guess not. Well, I guess that's as good as any other disclaimer out there.
"Hey, you guys alright?" a new voice asked on the dark plain.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a squabble to take care of. Our academy student here managed to knock out that Chounin. Then again, he was a bit of an oaf…" Yorimi's special Sensai said.
"I see. Same deal as before?" the new man asked.
Yorimi recognized him as one of the Yurokage's Guard-Nin. He had never actually seen him this close in person before, but he knew he had to be strong.
"Yeah," his Sensai said. "We killed these two. I have no idea if there are more coming though."
"Right. Ichuga, I want you to take this one and get to the Tower. I'll find the other."
Nodding quickly, the Chounin darted towards Yorimi. Even though he could track his movements with his Sharingan, he couldn't keep up with them and soon felt a fist being thrust into his gut. His vision began to fade to black, and Yorimi blacked out.
"Alright Shoji, see you later!" Suzeme called as Shoji took a turn down another road.
"Yep, see ya'!" he called back. He began walking down a road towards the home he shared with Yorimi and Ichuga-Sensai, but suddenly a stranger jumped in his path.
"Hey kid, come with me," he called.
Shoji started to see several flower pedals falling to the ground, seemingly out of nowhere. Wandering what was wrong with the sky, he rubbed his eyes and unwittingly saw through the Gen-Jutsu that the stranger had cast on him.
"Oh screw it. Just don't make too much noise and we'll be fine," the man called as he leapt towards the eight-year-old academy student.
"What's going on?" the boy cried out. "Shadow Clone Jutsu," he called, quickly making five clones of himself that ran off in separate directions.
Landing on the ground, the Guard-Nin cursed as he saw the boy running off. "Of course, that weird Bloodline Limit of his must have seen right through the Gen-Jutsu, and saw my sudden leap," he said thoughtfully as he got up. "No matter though. He probably doesn't have the chakra reserves to keep those clones alive for very long anyway. It's going to be too easy hunting him down," he said to himself. That is, he better not escape me again, he thought.
Running down an ally, the real Shoji leaned on the wall, and slowly collapsed to the ground. What just happened? he thought to himself. Who was that man? How did I escape him?
"Ha! Found you already. Now be a good boy and just come with me. Don't worry, I won't-" the man said before being cut off by someone else.
"Daskaga, you're scaring him," a new voice called. It was a woman's voice, but before Shoji could get a look at her, he felt a sting in his neck, but soon passed out from the dart that stuck into it.
Yorimi faded in and out of consciousness several times following the fight on the plains outside the walls of the Hidden Night Village. He wasn't sure who was carrying him, or where he was for that matter. He was blind-folded by a very powerful bind that he was sure was more than just fabric. Then again, he didn't seem to have the energy to even turn on his Sharingan, but these details were soon forgotten as Yorimi slipped into blissful unconsciousness again.
This time around though, he knew something was different when he came too. When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of the Hidden Night, except he registered it as a dream when he realized the large amount of light coming from the Yurokage's Tower. It shown down on the city like a searchlight, and lit everything up for Yorimi to see. At first, he felt afraid that someone would see him, and catch him, and bring to the Yurokage, or even throw him before a bloodthirsty Council. These fears were quickly discounted when he realized he was all alone.
Where am I? Is this a Gen-Jutsu? he wondered to himself. He discounted this idea when he activated his Sharingan, and saw nothing. Literally nothing. It's as though nothing was there, except for what his mind wanted his senses to register. So this is what it's like to wake up to a dream, he thought. He had heard stories of how some people could be conscious in their own dreams, but never thought of how that was even possible. After a little while, he managed to confirm that it was a dream when he tried wandering to a part of town he was sure he had never been to before, and things began to fade out. The ensuing fog and blurriness acted as a barrier for his own thoughts. He tried the top of the wall, and that acted as a more direct barrier. He was trapped in the Hidden Night, and he didn't know how to wake himself up.
Unable to think of anything better to do, Yorimi decided to go to the Yurokage's tower, and see what was causing the light. The town he walked through was eerily quiet, especially when his own steps made no noise. Stopping in his tracks, he realized that there was no noise. He tried screaming out as loud as he could, and using various kinds of rather noisy (and otherwise destructive Jutsus). Not only was there no sound, but the intended targets for several of the Jutsus remained unaffected. It seemed that the only aspect of the world his mind created for him that reacted at all was the ground he walked on, and the searchlight that followed him where ever he went.
Finally reaching the entrance to the relatively large complex, the searchlight ceased, and the doors flung open. Stepping inside the complex, he thought he would move into oblivion, as he saw nothing before him but a dark shroud; a pitch black, seemingly impenetrable fog floated before him. He pushed through and into a scene that he never would have imagined, or thought he could imagine considering it was his own mind he was in.
He was in a very large hall, with lots of open space and several gigantic stain-glass windows on the walls. The walls themselves seemed to have been made of large stones that were very old. At the front of the hall, opposite of where he had entered he saw several large obelisks, many of which were cracked and falling apart.
"Where am I?" Yorimi asked himself. He was suddenly acutely aware that his ears had started working again, and that there was a noticeable buzzing sound coming from the front of the hall. "It's only a dream, right? Maybe I need to get up there anyway," he told himself. Making his way to the front of the hall, the buzzing got louder, and louder, until was almost unbearable. He was so close though, and the front of the hall was just another couple steps… just one more step. So close! "AHHHHH!" he called out in pain as he thought he could feel his ears bleeding. "NO! I won't give up now!" he bellowed. Yorimi took one final step forward, and collapsed on an obelisk.
A sudden jolt told him that he was okay again. The buzzing was gone, and ears were fine.
"Very good, but can you beat this?" a distant voice called out. Craning his neck, Yorimi hardly had time to sidestep the sudden blast of fire that had come towards him. He his himself behind an obelisk, and remained there until the fire stopped. "Who are you?" he called.
"YOU," the other replied.
Me? Yorimi thought. Then why am I hiding from myself? Using this rational , he stepped out from behind the huge pillar, and barely had time to shriek as several Shuriken flew towards him.
"Huh. You're not as slow as I thought without the Sharingan helping you. No matter, I'll just have to be more direct," the doppelganger called out.
Yorimi barely had time to look up before the obelisk fractured into several smaller pieces, and started to rain down on him. Thinking fast, he made a few quick hand seals and said, "Earth Style: Mud Wall Jutsu," and quickly tried to use the mud to patch up the pillar as quickly as he could.
"Slick, but that won't even save you now," the other Yorimi yelled as he launched towards the original.
"What do you want with me?" The original yelled as he narrowly sidestepped a fist yearning to make contact with his face.
"To show you how weak you really are!" the doppelganger replied.
"That's enough!" a new voice called. The two Yorimis looked to see who was speaking, but only saw a shadow. "Yorimi Uchiha, you fool! Why are you trying to kill yourself?" the shadow asked.
"I wasn't attacking anything! His crazy clone of me tried to kill me," Yorimi replied with an edge on his voice.
"Is this true?" it asked.
The attacking doppelganger melted away into a shadowy form, and floated up to the other shadow. "Yes," it said. "My apologies, master."
"What's going on here?" Yorimi called to the shadows. "Why are my dreams causing me physical pain and fear?" he cried.
"It's because there's something effecting your thoughts. Maybe a Gen-Jutsu, I can't be sure. Either way, you shouldn't have anything to worry about inside your own head," the shadow said.
"I hope so," Yorimi said, as a sudden draft chilled him to his bones. Looking back to the spot where the shadows were, Yorimi noticed that the rational one was gone, as was the one that had shown itself as a doppelganger. "So what do I do now?" he asked himself.
The answer showed itself clearly as though it had been waiting for him to ask. Another man appeared in the large room, and attacked. This man seemed unfamiliar to Yorimi, and had no distinguishable characteristics except for one detail: his eyes.
Sharingan Yorimi thought to himself as the new being matched every move Yorimi made. This must be Itachi!
"You're right, of course," the being said to him as it suddenly made a move towards Yorimi.
"You killed my family - YOUR family - OUR family!" Yorimi called, as he sidestepped a Shuriken. Little did Yorimi know that the real Itachi was much more distinguishable in real life, as was he far more dangerous, but seeing as Yorimi had very minimal experience in the Shinobi world outside of the Hidden-Night, his mind improvised to make up for the lack of hard information.
"What of it?" the Itachi-shadow shouted. "You've studied bloodlines enough now to know that it might have been blind ambition that drove me to kill everybody," it said.
"Or maybe a flaw," Yorimi said, realizing that Itachi couldn't actually hit him.
"What? A flaw? You're kidding… I killed everybody!" the thing said while firing off more Shuriken.
One of the Shuriken Itachi threw dug into Yorimi's shoulder. Why couldn't I track it? he yelled in his mind. Realizing his Sharingan wasn't tracking them anymore, he ran to hide behind an obelisk again.
"Yorimi! Why do you hide from the murderer?" one of the shadows called from a perch near another obelisk.
Yorimi sat in hiding behind a slowly shrinking tower, not even daring to look behind him to see what Itachi was doing to it. "He's not at fault for this!" Yorimi screamed. "It's not his fault he was born into what he did! It's not my fault that I have the same problem. I have to get revenge on whoever made…" he started to say.
The attack on the obelisk stopped. Itachi roared in laughter. "What Yorimi? What? Say it! Say what who you need vengeance on," Itachi's image jeered.
Yorimi stood, walked away from the destroyed pillar, and turned to face Itachi. "I need to defeat, to seek vengeance on the ones who created us. I need to destroy the people thought they could become better when they tampered with our lives," Yorimi said. A flash of anger made Yorimi keep going in his own mind. "I read somewhere that the Sharingan is a descendent of the Byukagen, which is a Bloodline Limit kept in a clan from my homeland. I know what I need to do, and I know that it's what needs to happen."
The fake-Itachi, the shadows, the pillars, the room, and everything around Yorimi vanished. He was enclosed in darkness, until he saw a door open some distance away from him. There was a bright light on the other side, and Yorimi ran towards it. The closer he got, the heavier he felt. It took every ounce of strength that he had to reach it, but when he finally did…
Wow, this is a lot more fun than I imagined it would be. The dream scene means a lot, and there's a cause for it later on. It's probably easy to predict what Yorimi is going to try and do now haha.
I'm still waiting for my first review on this, as well. I don't mind very much though, but it would be very nice to have some feedback so I have the motivation to keep going on this! That, and I know at least a couple people are reading this --
Another note: This does take place some time in the future, but since I haven't reached the end of the Naruto series, I'm not exactly sure who from the Hyuga clan, along with the branches of the clan, survives to the end. If anyone could just give me a rundown on who's still alive to this point (outside of the English dubbed version of the anime) that would be great!