Naruto is one young man who is considered a fool.
He always believes that everything will be alright
No matter how many lacerations gape painfully open on his body.
No matter how beaten up and swollen his whiskered cheeks are.
No matter how many times his limbs lie numb on that stained earth.
No matter how many times he looks into those dark eyes that held no hesitation in killing him
Yes, he knows that he is, and will always be, a dumb idiot.
Because he still believes that the bastard was still there, even with all this nauseating darkness he surrounds himself with. He does not give a shit if those spine-tingling three merged swirls in the pools of burgundy gaze at him impassively. Hell he does not care if in the middle of all this chaotic commotion in the battlefield, he will find himself not seeing the sunrise because of that towering blade over his lethargic body.
He always believes that he can save him,
...because she believes that he can bring that dumb ass back to her.
Once, the young blonde had been glad, that feeling of exuberance brimming up from his chest as he realized that he can still keep that unfulfilled promise. He is true to his words, and neither injuries or death can discourage him to achieve his ambition.
She had not accept his offer of happiness, but she compensated by being the friend and sister that he always wanted. She polished his flaws, knowing that he always desired to protect everyone. Her nimble skills helped him to increase his strength, to multiply his power, to sharpen his mind and to be there when he needed someone to understand his pranks and notions, or even just to put back some logic into his unreasonable thinking.
She gave him too much that he never asked for his affections to be returned anymore. He then thought to repay her, for all the small and huge things she did for him but she was so lucky to have everything. She seemed to possess all the treasures that men sought to covet all their lives.
She was lucky, but he knew what she lacked.
What she wanted all these years...
So even though she smiled, fought, broke, he always knew that one measly thing that kept her from slurping that delicious ramen, from laughing in a carefree manner with her friends, from stopping those pretty jade eyes from being sore and tear-stained every sleepless nights.
He needs to get that ass back to Konoha.
But he would not go alone in this war, she was tagging along with him too. After all, it was better to finish this business with an army of shinobis to clash in this fruitless battle to literally wipe out the things that started this whole nightmarish tale.
She was by his side, only to be separated on the confusing tendrils of deadly clashes.
And he saw him, blade drawn, ready for the call of battle...
He was furious, he was mad. He was everything that the whole village awed with, yet a little bit frightening than they were used to. He utilized capability that wiped out the light of the red moon, the power that made his face sculpted on the revered mountains.
And he is here, bidding his time until that cut falls...
...when that accursed steel that killed the respected Third Hokage now claims her own life.
SAKURA-CHAN! I SAID HEAL YOURSELF! WHY--
He screams useless things, he yells himself hoarse in frustration. He cries in damn despair, an attempt to make that blood-coated white circle on her back move. His fist tries--desperately--to close tightly to punch, to raise himself up on that blood caked soil.
But his body only tremors in exhaustion as the fragrant blood spills on his tanned face, smears on his stoic porcelain facade. Those rose locks become mixed with crimson highlights, the bits of her useless flesh tears and rips and breaks...
He unconsciously narrows his mandarin flaring eyes to that...that...that
BASTARD!
The raven tendrils are hiding those terrifying orbs, enveloping the entire view of that murderer's face because of her moronic attempt. He is ignoring the fading warmth of her arms that still holds his waist, trying to stop the radiating sword across her abdomen from decapitating him. The life-giving fluid still continues to gush out from her horrifyingly, and she raises her head--slowly, gradually--to that damn man.
She giggles, she sobs, and she says that its alright.
She is just going to be fine.
She still loves him, anyway.
And the helpless blonde idiot knows that.
He freaking knows that.
WE PROMISED TO PROTECT HER!
She is an innocent little thing that blooms in the darkness...
...the darkness that the asshole created for her.
DAMN IT!
The sword is now pulling out slowly.
Very, very painfully slow.
He can hear the warm insides squish, the blade tearing quite a few centimeters more of her. The sudden gasps in between her breathing, the suppressed cry of agony in her throat. Her head is burying deeper in that unmoving shoulder, her grasp of the frozen body wanting and asking and tightening and pleading...
And the rise of her chest halts.
She is still beautiful, an ethereal creature in tattered clothing, a woman with a wide open stab, a beaming facade smothered in gruesome metallic blood.
DID YOU FORGET THAT?
She looks more asleep than dead in the bastard's loose embrace, than being a corpse.
DO SOMETHING!
And pale, death-like calloused fingers gradually make way to comb the tangles of her hair. They trail upon her head, painting crimson highlights on the coral shades. He tilts his chin to close the distance between them. He tries to lift his pounding head, the want to see if there was even the tiniest flicker of grief, a minute pass of regret, a small hint of emotion overwhelming him.
Anything. Anything! His demanding mind growls in desperation.
The orange-garbed shinobi is frozen when he hears the most unusual sound that one can hear in mourning as the tall figure begins to quiver.
He chuckles.
He snickers.
He begins to laugh loudly, deafening his sensitive ears as the hand grasps on her white nape coaxingly.
His cerulean eyes stares in utter horror at the shaking of his opponent's body in mirth.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?
He will kill him. He will fucking kill him.
The instability of his balance left, making it now easier to depend on his blistered soles. The fuel of blind anger now erases the concept of pain and the possibility of making it to the grave. His knuckles now turned white, the crooked, long nails digging deeper into the rough palm. He grits his teeth, he snarls in utmost ferocity, his veins were emerging inhumanely and he is dangerously reaching the point where he might regret the effect of this chakra later on.
Who the hell cares?
That bastard is an avenger, birthed from the death of his family.
The idiot now is an avenger, rising from depths of her overflowing pool of blood.
So it surprises the Sixth, when he hears that calm, cool, penetrating voice.
Dobe.
And out of her blood, rose a wooden, vertical coffin.
I told you once I'm more special than you.
The wood gleamed on the wane of the moonlight, the characters carved upon its surface glared.
Because I am more powerful.
The idiot is staring at the two, especially at the insane Uchiha. The crimson eyes glower with an intensity that he cannot ever decipher, more so that grin on his lips.
Because I am invincible.
His nose nuzzles the sweet scent that still floats around her.
There is the manic glint on that obsolete onyx gaze.
And he remembers...
...that same look on his face when he is controlled by those sinister, crawling inks in his body.
On those dull ruby colored hands, he twirls a kunai with a hanging red tag.
And because I have her all along.
The casket opens, a cloud dust arises from it.
And tears overflows on his flaring eyes.
She is alive?
Alive, yet distant. Empty jaded orbs view at him impassively.
She is standing in front of him.
And an angelic smile beams at him.
She belongs to me, moron.
And Naruto is a fool, because he does not know what will be coming next is something unexpected.
I was totally bored with the world, most especially when stranded in a jeep while going home.
Kinjitsu: Edo Tensei is the technique used by Orochimaru-chan to revive the two first Hokages. And as my insane mind thinks, I believe that Sasuke could have learned the technique too. Even improve the jutsu. I don't know if I presented the whole thing right...sweats
Dedicated to Ate Melpomene. I hope this will lift your spirits up!
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