Alrighty then, I actually started writing this chapter less then 30 seconds after I finished writing Hinata.
To warn you all, this chapter will be much, much different from the other chapters. A bit more gruesome then the others, but at the end, you'll get a warm fuzzy feeling.
I promise.
Please just finish reading the chapter before you judge.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but if I did, then Kakashi would read Icha Icha Paradise out loud in the anime, even the American version grins pervertedly while giving Jiraiya a highfive
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I had a peculiar dream last night.
It's the same one I've been having every night since I was exiled.
It starts off with me right outside Konoha's main gates, but my body is how it is when I unleash Kyuubi.
Claws, running on all fours, the full package.
Slowly I walk through the main gates, only to find that a parade is being held to celebrate the last Uchiha becoming Hokage.
For some reason, the only person who seems to be able to see me is Sasuke-teme himself.
As soon as he sees me, he begins to laugh in a high pitched, really fucking annoying voice.
After 2 minutes of laughing like a hyperactive dumbass, he stops, but continues to smirk at me.
How I wish the dream ended there.
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"Hello Dobe, we've been expecting you."
"We?"
My voice.
I don't recall thinking the words, let alone saying them out loud.
Suddenly, every single person in the area seems to vanish into thin air.
When I first started having this dream, I would grow angry at the sight of the people disappearing.
These were the people that I had sworn to protect.
Now, I just smirk.
No matter my expression at this point, the bastard does something I might expect from his teacher.
He reaches behind his back, pauses for a moment,
Time seems to stop for a minute.
And then...
He brings his hand back.
Except now, in his grasp is the bloody, severed head of the fifth Hokage, the Godaime...
My Tsunade-baachan.
No matter how many times I have this dream, I still almost put my claws through the bastards chest.
Almost.
Because, for some reason my body is frozen to that very spot.
And then, still laughing, he drops baachan onto the ground.
Where her head shatters, into a thousand pieces of glass.
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At this point, I'm not even thinking rational thoughts, more like just pure screaming in my head.
Then, still laughing like a fucking retard, the traitor puts his other hand behind his back.
And pulls out Ero-sennin's head, almost in worse condition then his female counterpart.
This time, one of the eyes is gone, and his tongue is hanging out his mouth, almost completely severed off.
But I still can't. Fucking. Move!
And it happens again.
His fingers go slack, and the bloody object drops like a stone.
But instead of shattering, it seems to explode when it hits the ground, making a tiny crater.
I don't think words exist that could describe my train of thought at this point.
And then...
He puts his hand behind his back again, and...
pulls out Hinata-chan.
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Blood is flowing from the corners of her mouth, which is twisted into the beginning of a scream.
and
The fact that I'm only having a dream no longer matters.
The fact that I hate the place of my birth no longer matters.
All that matters to me is how much agony I can put a certain traitor through.
How many screams of pain I can drag out of his mouth.
How much dirt I can stain with his blood.
And then, I can move again.
And the laughing, which had assaulted my ears for so long
is silenced.
At least until tomorrow night anyway...
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Author's notes: This chapter was morbid as hell, but my muse just kept bugging me to get it out.
Again, I am soooo sorry for the really late updates.
Now that I'm finally done with this chapter, I'll get started on the next immediately.
And one last thing.
If you choose to flame me for this, I might just have to let Mitarashi Anko demonstrate her favorite type of "foreplay" on you. Trust me, being wrapped in barbed wire and dangled off a rooftop is not too enjoyable, no matter how much you might like that sort of thing.
Till next time,
Ja ne!