A/N: Wow, reveiwers! (only a few, but still) I wasn't really planning on continuing this, but now I have the urge to. This seems to be turning into a collection of babbles about characters I think are looked over. Don't know if this will ever have a plot though. Just to let you know, I saw the phrase used as the chapter title in an avatar, and couldn't resist using it. I'll try to be more creative next time though.

Also, I've noticed that aragornlegolasSlash has reveiwed for all of my stories, and since they are anonomous and therefore I can't mail them, I thank them here, in this author's note: Thanks.

I might have stated this before, but I don't got spellcheck althoughI did reread this like, seven times. Sooo... please excuse mistakes.

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Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter One.

Open Sky But Couldn't Fly

Sasuke rested against the trunk of a large tree, still covered in a cold sweat as he tried to catch his breath. He came all the way to the old training grounds of Team Seven, an old sense of sercurity hung about the place. He glanced around noticing the post Naruto had been tied to when he tried to steal bento boxes. The spot in the ground where grass wouldn't grow, the same spot where a hole used to be from when Kakashi draged him neck-deep underground that one time.

Feeling nostalgic, Sasuke rested his head against the bark behind him and gazed up at the cloudless grey sky.

He hadn't noticed that he'd been asleep till he was woken by a noise in the distance.

Curious enough to investigate, he slowly made his way to the source, and came across a large stone monument he'd seen once before. The monument was in a rectangular prism-like shape, with a small flag on top and a thick foundation. Something caught Sasuke's eye, and he noticed the small pool of blood that seemed to blemish the nearly-perfect structure. Seeing an arm reach across the top of the stone, Sasuke quickly hid himself in the nearby foliage.

A young teen pulled himself up on top of the monument, using only his left arm and leg. He warily rested against the flag poll, looking exhausted. He had spikey black hair and goggles on top of his head. He looked blindly out of his right eye, the left eye lid closed over what looked like a hollow gash. Even though his eye was hazed over with white, Sasuke could make out the sharingan and could not tear his eyes away from the rest of his right side, or what was left of it. It resembled as if someone had try to tear the boy in two, the right side of his body ripped and mangled with almost all of it's skin and tissue gone, exposing bone and muscle. Veins could be seen split, appearing out of the wounds. A large hole in his chest partly exposed his still heart. He was covered in dried blood, but a few drops of blood still came form every cut, running down into the cracks of the carved names outlining one fully.

Uchiha Obito

A man came out into the clearing, walking towards the monument. Sasuke soon recognized the man to be Kakashi, his spikey hair slightly duller from growing age.

Kakashi stood quietly for a few minutes, lost in thought, before he faced the large stone. He started talking, telling Obito about various things in the village and in his life. He couldn't see the boy though, but Obito smiled as he listened.

Then, Kakashi's face turned solemn, and he looked intently at the grass around his feet. He began to speak once again, but his voice was grave and serious. Not meaning to eavesdrop, Sasuke couldn't help but listen.

Kakashi mentioned something about Obito' s family, the same one as Sasuke's. He talked about how he was sorry that the Uchiha's never came to visit, but they had an excuse now, for they had their own graves to worry over. He spoke of what had happened to the family and how fortunet Obito was to go before the slaughter. He apologized for what seemed like the millionth time now, about the accident at their last mission. He probably could have saved Obito, if only he'd tried harder.

Obito looked at him with the same memories washed over his face. He gave a small smile, and repeated again what he'd always said to the air whenever Kakashi brought back up the incident.

"It was an accident."

Run! It's an ambush!

"We were all so focused on fighting"

What's that noise?

"No one saw the avalanche coming."

Kakashi! Look out!

"I didn't think before I ran out to save you..."

Obito!

His words fell on deaf ears as Kakashi stood silent for a while. After what seemed like forever, he sighed and started cleaning off the monument. He brushed off all the collective webs and dirt, and pulled up all the surrounding weeds before he departed.

As he walked away, Obito waved goodbye to his sole visitior.

Gaara looked over the large village. The sun was at it's highest, and all of the residents were taking refuge from the heat during their daily siesta. Large hills of sand rolled in the not too far distance, the small grains blowing in through gates.

The Kazekage sighed, and turned away from his window, taking off his formal hat. He'd just been through another long meeting, something about the Sand's declining economy. After the alliance with Leaf was broken, the number of requested missions dropped nearly by half. They began to train fewer ninja and had a weaker military then it's previous one. The other countries no longer saw the Sand as the powerful and resourceful land that it used to be.

Feely slightly dizzy, Gaara quickly sat and tried to brush it off. He'd been unnaturally fatiged lately, the stress and years of insomnia finally taking its toll.

His gourd of sand rested in the corner of the room and slowly, the cork seemed to push itself out.

Breathing heavily, Gaara rested his forehead in his hand, his head feeling as if it were going to explode at any given moment. He didn't notice the sand come out of it's container and loosely wrap about him.

He felt very warm, like a blanket had fallen on him, and his eyelids seemed to grow heavier than sand bags. He nodded his head repeatedly, trying to keep his eyes open.

The sand tightened itself, urging the redhead towards unconsciousness. He laid his head on the cool wood of his desk, and did something he hadn't done in years.

Gaara fell asleep.

The sun sat in the middle of the large sky, sourching the earth below. Squinting his eyes from the bright rays, Naruto looked around at his surroundings.

He was standing before a cliff that overlooked a vast desert. Stepping out onto the edge, he galnced down and watched the shadows grow longer as time past.

Naruto didn't know why he came, just knew to come and knew he probably wouldn't be going back home. He didn't want anybody knowing that he'd left the village, so he dyed his hair and covered his scars, sneaking out by the gates. He'd had a foul sense of foreshadowing that caused the hair on the back of his neck to rise. He didn't know what it was, or what he was supposed to do, just knew he had to do something about it.

He looked out over the scenery, and felt his legs walk forward, the ground beneath his feet crunching before stepping out into air. A small familiar village came into view as the wind whipped about him, pulling on his clothes and hair. Naruto soon noticed flames licking up the sides of the village's protecting wall and faintly heard screams.

Blinking slowly, he extended his arms out like a bird but they caught no air. His heart was pained by the cries for help, as more assaulted his ears. Spreading his arms wider, he tried again to reach them.

When gravity wouldn't let it's hold go Naruto lazily looked down at the quickly advancing earth and closed his eyes.

To Be Continued.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short, and yes, I know I ended it a rather bad place but I do need something to make people want to read more. So, yeah. I can be mean if I want to.

Anyways. . .

I hope to have the next chapter up in no more than a week, but, I seem to type faster whenever I get reveiws. (hinthint) Yes, the proof that someone is reading my sories always makes me eager to type. Until next chapter.

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