((I apologize in advanced if this does not make much sense, however I'll try my best. I've never been good at writing stories… In fact… this is the first time I've attempted to write something over 2 pages long, so bear with me, and if possible, would you mind giving me some pointers? I'm more of an artist than a writer.. -I'm kinda bad with art anyway- And I'm too new to this game to do it properly.. The first Chapter is rather short… but then again, it's only a Prologue… so expect more in the next few. And sorry if its a bit confusing. Oh oh, and the main persona is Naruto ))
Interminable
The painful truth (Prologue)
There he lay; there, that cold, pale body lay, upon that bitter stone slab. It was dead silent. A mere feather could be heard if it had fallen to the floor. Only a few gasps of horror broke the chilled night air. A heavy thud echoed off the ancient stone walls, as the pink-haired youth fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands. Loudly she sobbed, clearly distressed. The dark-haired female immediately rushed to her side to comfort her.
He however, just stared blankly into space, unaware of the world's presence. His face was devoid of all emotion. This can't be happening.. I won't believe it! It just can't.. A soundless tear crept its way from the blonde's eye, slowly leaving a snail-like drizzle down the length of his cheek.
"Sasuke.." he uttered, in a shallow, broken voice.
It was hard for the young man to face the truth. For fuck's sake. He can't have lost. He had to have superseded the very man he hated! He wouldn't fail. This is a dream. This is a mere dream. Wake up, Naruto, please wake up.
The trickle of the tear from the youth's cheek dripped from his chin, splashing against the surface of the ground.In a flash the young blonde had bolted up the cool stone steps toward what supposedly, was his former team-mate. Panting, he opened his eyes.
Finally, his deepest fear had been realized. The fresh corpse of a teenager, not possibly more than seventeen years of age, rested splayed over the stone chair. It was Uchiha Sasuke. There was no doubt about it.
The seat much resembled a throne, a particular spiral sequence engraved into the wall at the rear. Mauled, the young Uchiha's lifeless body could be observed by the lowly blonde. The scene was slightly obscure; however, it appeared that both his eyes had been ripped from their sockets, while an extensive thorn lay deeply embedded into his heart. Blood had splattered all across the spine of the throne, obviously stating that a battle had taken place. The death seemed quick, maybe even almost painless, but the disfigured, petrified expression of the boy stated differently.
Tears began to freely flow from his eyes, as he collapsed over the bloody remains of his long lost friend, hatred drenching the youth's features. This time, he had been lost for real… He had been lost, forever. It was then that Naruto made his decision. Surely he would kill that Uchiha. Even if his life depended on it.