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| Crimson Ambition.; My Entry In The Fanfiction Contest. | |
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| Topic Started: May 10 2007, 02:59 PM (561 Views) | |
| Cloud Forever | May 10 2007, 02:59 PM Post #1 |
Haruno Sakura
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Crimson Ambition Prologue:Occurrence Rating: Mature Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any shape or form. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and I do not claim money from it. ------------------------- The fixation of eyes was inevitable. It was a curious trait that appeared to continue, a fascination that was complex as it was an obsession. Although, perhaps obsession was not the correct word to explain the situation at hand. No, apprehension and speculation were far better fits. As the intent stare began to stir questions, so did it resentment and question, while facing void and intricately elaborate composure. “Y-you did this?” The question had met with silence and the choked sobs of fright and disbelief. “Why? Brother...” Once more, only silence reigned to answer. It was…frightening. The silence met with fear, and fear met with the uncanny thought of exasperation. “Why did you do this?! How could you even think of this?!” Nothing. No remorse or guilt appeared to face the cause of his anger. It was a quiet approach, the only response was of crimson gracing the silver coating of the embodiment of his frustration, the warm liquid trailing the weapon, almost taunting him to strike. The brothers were on opposite ends of the ill fated room, their eyes meeting, their motives unclear. The only separation was that of their parents bodies sprawled out on a growing pool of blood. Itachi had found himself starring into Sasuke’s dark and questioning eyes. His eyes, marked with the fury of the Three Tomoe, held no answer, no remorse, but only questions. The only thing akin to emotion was Itachi turning his sword, the crimson laced coating treading down his weapon and his fingers. Sasuke… He was trapped, tangled in the goals within the clan, and fated to aspire to be Itachi’s double, his shadow, such a life mirrored as unforgiving and met with a fate unsuited for any. Perhaps…just perhaps he could liberate them both of this fate. “Why?!” the boy screamed in anger, his frame shaking in a intense rage as he charged for his elder brother. Dropping the sword laced in crimson ecstasy, Itachi let Sasuke come forth fruitlessly, his right fist aimed for the boy’s stomach, sending him flying back, only to land on the floor defeated. Silence ruled the scene as Sasuke struggled for his balance, gasping for air dearly. Sasuke looked up at Itachi, his eyes melded in hatred, before such emotion was replaced with dread as Itachi picked him off the floor, eyes meeting once more. Just for a few moments, Itachi stared intently into his younger brothers eyes. Before, the boy would have been perfectly content following his older brother for the rest of his life, without a question or doubt. Anything Sasuke could have achieved would have amounted to nothing since Itachi had come before him and had accomplished so much more then he could ever dream to do. However, be it only for a moment, Itachi had seen the hatred Sasuke held for him. It was a intricately ruthless thirst that desired to cause him suffering beyond belief. Itach had seen this. Sasuke could hate and kill to achieve his goals, but to only be extinguished by the fear Itachi had so easily seized him with. “P-please…d-don’t kill me. Please…I don’t want to die!!” And yet, Itachi had begun to wonder of Sasuke’s fate. His life was held in a curious gamble, to determine if Sasuke even deserved to live. If Sasuke had feared him then the boy was better of left for death; but if Sasuke hated him then perhaps his existence… “Foster your hatred for me, and form it into your very existence. Then, when your feelings have vanished, your hatred your very life, find me…” Sasuke could feel tears trail down his cheeks as Itachi brought him to his fiery eyes. “However, you would prefer to run, wouldn’t you? To run from this moment, to attempt to forget this very day took place. Go ahead. Run. Run and live for despair as you forge your life into a wretched way.” Itachi silently dropped Sasuke on the floor, allowing him to wallow over his new life. No family, no friends, just Itachi, the demon the Uchiha clan forged. -- Sasuke paled as Itachi dropped him, turning away. Was he really going to spare him and let him live? Why? Sasuke wanted to ask these questions, but he couldn’t form his words, only choked sobs. As his tears began to flow, Sasuke found the courage to question, if only to an extent, Itachi’s actions. “Why, brother? W-why didn’t you kill me?” Itachi turned, his eyes gazing through Sasuke’s very soul, while Sasuke tried with all his might not to avert his gaze from those bitter eyes. “…Your not worth it.” -- …Not worth it? Those thoughts ran through Sasuke’s mind, repeating. He wasn’t worth it, to be killed by the hands of his parents murder? He wasn’t good enough…Sasuke gritted his teeth in anger at that remark. The one he had once admired as an elder brother, the one who he had been fascinated and proud of, was above him? Sasuke wasn’t about to take that. Not now, not ever. -- Itachi had always found an interest in Sasuke’s eyes. They appeared so…emotional. Happiness, sadness, anger…just about everything had at one time crossed his eyes. Anger was no different. Itachi had spied it several times, most notably when he never kept promises to him. Of course, everyone at one time experienced anger for various reasons, but this…had been new to Sasuke. This anger was dark and…hateful to the point even Itachi found himself surprised, as little as an affect that had on him. However, it did hold promise, as little as that actually happened to be. Perhaps Sasuke would become the avenger of the Uchiha clan…perhaps. Itachi already knew he was far from his goal, and the fact Sasuke would find himself training for years before he could even consider himself ‘powerful’, but still…Itachi was curious. “Leave.” -- Sasuke had found getting up proved to be a hard task, his breath short and his mind unclear. After several attempts, he did manage a balance, using the wall behind him as a helpful stand. He flinched as a callous sensation begun to spread through him, almost to the point to tears, but mustering everything he had, he managed to find enough energy to form into words. “Make me.” Sasuke reached for his back pocket and pulled out a kunai, holding it in Itachi’s direction, although his hand unsteady. With this declaration, Sasuke charged once more, his kunai aiming for blood. “Brother!! I won’t let you leave alive!!” -- Itachi found Sasuke’s attempt at resisting…humorous to an extent. He knew he held no chance, and that his life was all but guaranteed to be in Itachi’s hands, but… It proved a point. A point that Sasuke was stubborn. This Itachi knew. However, he was not about to leave. In fact, Itachi found this to be a perfect chance to test his younger brother, rather or rather not Sasuke had a say in it. And…Sasuke did threaten his life after all… Sasuke was going to regret those words. As Itachi’s eyes emitted their crimson Sharingan glare, he could only watch as Sasuke charged blindly, kunai held in hand. Sasuke wanted to fight. He wished to resist his fate. Very well. He would know what a true heir of the Sharingan could do. … … … What an amazing and wondrous tool the Mangekyo Sharingan was. Well, did you like it? I do hope you do, and if you have the time, please drop me a review. I'm very interested in what anyone has to say. Ah, and on that note, no, this is not just a retelling of the Uchiha slaying; more chapters are being planned. |
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| XeroHunter | May 10 2007, 07:28 PM Post #2 |
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Wow. Cloud...I cant believe how much your writing improved. I mean from the first chapter of that Naruto story you sent me like years ago, and now this. This is awesome! Great plot and suspense!! Ah hahaha, more evil cliffy's. 
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| Cloud Forever | May 11 2007, 07:42 AM Post #3 |
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Hey, thanks for the nice comments! Glad to see someone actually likes it. Ah yes, I remember those stories. Fun little things indeed . . . Well, because of the encouraging words, I have chapter one ready. It's fairly longer then the prologue as well. Enjoy. Crimson Ambition has been posted on Fanfiction.net. Drop a review if you can! Remember to search for 'Crimson Ambition' or just the author 'Cloud Forever'! Or just take the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3533786/1/ Crimson Ambition Chapter One: Shattering Delusion ------------------------- Apprehension. Detestation. Death. These emotions were what the Mangekyo was made of. The Mangekyo…a heavy price was for it’s claiming, of which Itachi had at first thought was far too great to consider. The death…the death of ones most cherished friend. However, after the scrolls warning of such great power…Itachi had found himself wanting of this great lust. He was powerful, and more or less the best in his clan, of which was a great accomplishment to some… But to Itachi, surpassing this excuse of a clan was not enough. He needed to test his limits, evolve his powers beyond dreams. It was then he found it, the Mangekyo Sharingan, the most powerful secret of the Uchiha. At first, Itachi wondered if this was actually true. Another level to the Sharingan? Was that truly possible? These questions were answered when he came upon the fabled scrolls…The Uchiha were always careful with their secrets, and as such, the Mangekyo was forgotten by others, and far too much a sacrifice to the few Uchiha who knew of this. So, of course, the scrolls telling of this great power were put away, forgotten for many ages. It had been then when Itachi had stumbled upon said scrolls…Itachi knew at first glance what the scrolls were, detailing the secrets of his clan. However, imagine his surprise when he found out that he had yet to completely evolve his Sharingan, a Three Tomoe symbol of power, to the next and last level. Many nights were spent into studying them. Using only a dimly lit candle to avoid being noticed, he began his study. Tsukuyomi, Amaterasu, two Jutsus of unrivaled power. Tsukuyomi, a Genjutsu second to none. Amaterasu, with flames warmer then the surface of the sun… Needless to say, Itachi was curious enough to continue into his study…until he learned the cost of such great power. A death. A death of ones best friend. Was it truly worth it? Could Itachi really go through this? At first, he stopped. The Mangekyo was powerful, but the price was too steep. Putting away the scrolls and his nightly analyzing, he decided to forget his learnings of greater power… Still, the call was great. Too great. Itachi had found murdering Shisui far easier then he first expected no remorse a present feature. Still, eyes had begun to wonder to him, and not after too long, he was approached by fellow members of his clan… Surprisingly, he had found slaying them to be no problem at all, while he watched crimson litter his hands, slowly but surly. The feeling was…great. Great to the point he considered the urge to kill once more. However, he knew this wasn’t the excitement from death he was experiencing. No, slashing the bonds between him and the Uchiha was a far greater goal. If not for his younger brother… “You’re not worth it. To die by my hands. You lack the hatred you need to destroy me; you need to gain more hate if you wish to kill me…and you know something? You never will.” -- Where was he? What were these…feelings? Dread felt so…natural all of a sudden, and seemed to balance with his new surroundings. What…what had happened? …Was he dead? Perhaps he was. Skies shifting of blood red were over his head, their glow unsettling and malevolent. He had watched with interest as they continue in a ever present cycle, moving and yet…not moving. Almost if time itself had stopped to a point. His surroundings were also a mystery. Black as the night sky shifted his view as he felt his breath shorten and his eyes widen in fright. This place...something was wrong. This...couldn't be real. A familiar sword was shifted right in front of him, a crimson caking dousing it’s once silver glow. However, the wielder was not to be seen. ‘Where am I…what’s happening?” Before he could continue shifting in his own thoughts, light footsteps began to silently echo his surroundings. They were slow, easy, and familiar…where had he heard them before? Did this mean he wasn’t alone? Maybe…this was just a nightmare…and he would wake up. Yes, it had to of been. What else could it be? “You are not dreaming.” Sasuke quickly turned his head in fury, recalling all to well that voice, tightening his fist while trying to find the source of the voice. “Where are you?! Come out and face me!!” Sasuke yelled, his teeth gritted. Sasuke turned once more when he felt a presence made its self known behind him. Itachi, complete in ANBU uniform, his sword the only item missing. “You will...you will know.” Itachi quietly recovered his sword, turning it to face Sasuke, its side once more facing him, showing the now dried blood in all it's splendor. “You will know the strength of a true wielder of the Sharingan. All those who wield it…and all those who dare to oppose it.” To Sasuke’s surprise, the once crimson covered sword once more shined its silver glow. What was happening? This couldn’t be real, it couldn’t…at least, that's what he kept telling himself. “The Tsukuyomi…is my realm to control as I please. Your existence here is because I allow it. You will see…the fate of all those you held dear.” All Sasuke was able to do was watch and scream the illusion through, memories of the death and failure of the Uchiha a part of it… “Stop it…please stop it…” It had appeared the Mangekyo had at last found it’s affect on Sasuke. The young boy was crumpled on the floor, his hands hiding his face and tears. The kunai he wielded had been dropped by Itachi’s feet, a faint glow fleeting. This was to no surprise. Sasuke had never been one able to take such situations so well, tears a common place. It was a disgrace. This was going to be the avenger of the Uchiha? One who could hardly even defend himself? …Perhaps…just perhaps there would be a way to surface Sasuke’s hate… “Please…stop it…please…stop it!!” Still, it would take years to assure Sasuke’s place on the path of vengeance, almost too long at this rate… “Brother…please stop. I…please stop it!! I’m sorry I ever tried to fight you!! Please make it stop!!” And yet, Itachi’s hope for the child slowly began to fade. Please…sorry…those were words that only continued to prove Sasuke’s kindness and reason to submit once pressured, which would also mean he would never become strong enough…unless… -- It was exhausting. Tears, blood, death, betrayal…all in one night. Sasuke knew the life of a ninja was going to be a challenge and he had accepted that for a while now, but…not like this. Not anything like this ever crossed his thoughts. He could see it all. One by one Itachi slaughtered his clan, with one simple slash of his sword. It was…almost like a art he was performing. It was enticing and terrible at the same time. The power of Itachi…the power of his brother. Oh so much motivation he had over him… Itachi would not stop. He would continue his slaughter, making sure Sasuke saw every last detail of his gruesome killing spree. It wasn’t until Itachi’s sword was once more covered in crimson that his eyes returned to his younger brothers. He looked so…furious…and yet so heartless. What had happened? What had happened to the Itachi he knew? The one he looked up to…was he truly gone…forever? “In this realm, nothing and everything exists. Your thoughts, your emotions, they both have no meaning here. If you wish to despise me, hate me. Hate me and foster those emotions. Only then will you be able to kill me.” It was then Sasuke felt his head become heavy and his thoughts clouded. Hate him? Hate Itachi? Would that really satisfy him? Would it? As Sasuke found himself on the ground, lying in a pool of crimson, thoughts lost, he made a promise at that moment, one of which he was going to see through. ‘I swear…I swear I’m going to make you suffer, brother. One day…I will kill you.’ -- He had finally collapsed. Itachi watched as Sasuke’s breathing became lighter and even, meaning sleep must have taken him. He was going to need this. As well as he may avoid life while asleep, he couldn’t do so forever, and when the time came… Itachi had left his younger brother, opening and closing the door leading out and closing behind him the very same gate he took many times before, as if it was another routine day…although routine was never going to be a word either the remaining two Uchihas would ever use again. It wasn’t that late either, a few hours before midnight. The weather had played out to Itachi’s intentions and stars glowed with a silent, but powerful glow, clouds not present on the night sky. Sheathing his sword, he looked across the vacant stretch of street, the only welcoming a chilly night wind and the blood of his many victims. Something wasn’t right…he could feel another presence nearby. Itachi had made sure not to attract attention, his slaughter quick and effortless, so how could it have been a person alerted to the situation? He also doubted he was being watched; being Captain of the ANBU, his sense of quick and alert hearing and sight made sure of that. So…this person must have happened to be passing by, not aware of what has happened and what would happen to them if they continued. Oh what luck they had indeed. Itachi knew that he would have to escape Konoha before anyone was alerted of his killing spree; it could very well mean his life if he wasn’t so careful to assure this. Unsheathing a safely hidden kunai, Sharingan eyes alert, Itachi disappeared in the shadows, his kunai aiming for the throat of the stranger of the Uchiha clan this night. Ah, hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm just getting things started, so expect the true story to start next chapter. |
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| Sarkji-kun | May 12 2007, 10:26 AM Post #4 |
Pickle Monster n_n
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Wow. . .I don't know what to say. . ..amazing :!: Continue the work CF! |
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| Mangekyo John | May 12 2007, 12:04 PM Post #5 |
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I will most definatly read this later and submit a review, I'm kind of busy right now Cloud, sorry. |
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| Cloud Forever | May 12 2007, 02:30 PM Post #6 |
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Haruno Sakura
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Thank you. I appreciate the interest. Ah, and John? You still working on chapter three of AC? I'd like to read more . . . |
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| Mangekyo John | May 16 2007, 12:46 PM Post #7 |
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Quote 'Cloud Forever': Do you still have chapter 3, I'd like to read more. Yes but I've been so busy lately, I haven't the time to post it. -- I also really hate chapter 3, its really not my best work.  And to top that off, my grandma just died so its be really hard on me and my family. AS STATED IN CHAPTER 3 No, this isn't a prank. REVIEW I really liked it, you sound like a real author, I give it a 10/10! 
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| Cloud Forever | May 16 2007, 12:58 PM Post #8 |
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Haruno Sakura
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Ah man, sorry to hear about that.
My wishes to you and your family. Alright, I know what you mean. Beginnings are generally considered the hardest part to write...I honestly can not agree with that. The spur of the moment, the excitement, the fun, this is what makes a start of a story. However, when it gets right down to it, making the plot move...it is a tricky business. How will I continue it? How will I make the plot flow right? Is this plot I'm wighting going to flow with what I want to happen? These are simply a few items to concern yourself with. Basically, writing is hard work. The tips I can offer, however, may help: - Write when your mind is clear. This also means to write only when you are both physically and mentally clear...at least as far as I'm concerned. - Plot your ideas before you write them. Make sure you know what you want to happen, and how it takes place. Resit giving in to last minute ideas...although, at times, they can be a saving grace. - Write as you will. Do not rush for anyone but yourself. I hope that comes in handy...oh, and thank you for the comments!  ======================================================= Crimson Ambitions Chapter Two: Crimson and Ocean Tidings Rating: Mature Time for Chapter Two! Hope you like it! ------------------------- It was a perplexing emotion, being alone, a distant thought if anything. These tendencies were all too common in the greater part of the world, and were unwilling practices that continued. Some loathed it, the separation bearing too much on ones mind, and eventually a breaking point. Some lived with it, not challenging fate, or anything to come to mind with it. These were the people to submit under situations involving rather to change or to learn and accept. However, others loved it. Thoughts came through more often, tasks were a challenge and a unique taking, and time was almost a limitless item. However, learning to live with life as a separation was his life, his fate, one of which he tried to change many times over. To his dismay, such changes were difficult, and a separation was far easier to accept than one willingly to embark on a quest to earn others thoughts, if only for the slightest time in the world. Uzumaki Naruto was at a breaking point… At times, his mind wondered into thoughts of being accepted, of having friends, a family, and simply those who would accept him for who he was. Then, he woke up. It was always the same. Looks of disgust, hate, fear…why was he thought of as such a terrible person? What had he ever done to accept this… It was at this time the art of the ninja fascinated him. Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijustu, the three arts. It was not a strange obsession, knowing himself that many opted for it and went for such a life. However, dreams were not easy to fulfill, for qualities had to be met before one would even be recognized as ninja. Even though, Naruto’s determination to become something driven him past the bad ends of a life of death. Yes, he knew death was common for those willing to learn of these arts and that doing so could eventually cost him his life, but…being forgotten was a fate worse then death, worse than the deepest wounds of battle, worse than the richest pools of blood… However, this goal had not been an easy one. Failure, failure, failure. Those were words his prowess in the ninja arts could be defined. His Ninjutsu was, if anything, a threat to himself and others…if we could perform Ninjutsu that is. In fact, a single Clone Jutsu was out of his reach, and on rare occasions he could do so, the clone, one at best, would be a abysmal creation that even a beginner could surpass. Genjutsu…he hardly knew the word, much less the workings. To craft a fight in your favor with mind deceptions…it was unfortunate Naruto was so very easily…baited, of which eliminated his chances at the mental arts. Taijutsu…he could punch, he could kick. That was all he had taken to learn and all he cared to know. In his favor, he did have a decent aim with a kunai, of which was one of his main practices. However, wielding a kunai with simple prowess was not the goal he was aiming for. Ninjutsu…that was his favored art. The one he cared for…the extent for his underwhelming skills. So, of course, training had made itself a common occurrence in his life, through the warmest days, miserable nights, violent storms, and the heaviest of injuries, all to reach that one goal that meant so very much to him… -- The fiery reds and somber lavender and blue of the afternoon sky had started to recede, leaving behind their bountiful show of colors, replacing the spectacular sight with the dark blues and deepest ink of the night sky, stars shimmering and full moon mighty. As this common practice took place, one could only wonder what matter of interst rested during this time; after all, days were exhausting and laced with work, while the counter opposite was peaceful and a time of rest. Who could find a reason to continue this daily practice during the gaze of night? “Bunshin No Jutsu!” … “Naruto-kun…” “Damn it all…” Naruto crumpled his fist and aimed for a nearby training post, his strike unflinching, but he paid no mind, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. “Why won’t it work?! What the hell am I doing wrong…” He scoffed as he opened his eyes and caught sight off his bleeding hand, cursing as he flinched at the pain beginning to brew through his efforts, also noting the many cuts lacing through. “And now this…” “N-Naruto-kun! You’re bleeding! H-Here, let me see your hands…” Naruto looked up, sighing to himself before a small, almost unnoticeable, smile graced his lips, while he hid his hands, noticing another wave of fiery pain. “Ah, don’t worry about it, Hinata-chan, it isn’t that bad.” He could only watch as Hinata, while pulling out a small container, walked over to him, knelling down and dabbing what looked to be ointment on a small while cloth. After addressing this, Hinata slowly, being careful not to infuriate Naruto’s scars, wrapped the cloth around his hand, tying it over a time or two. At first, it stung and a burning sensation spread through his hands, before slowly calming down and relaxing to an invited relief. Naruto looked up, smiling at this. This wasn’t the first time this took place. In fact, this may as well been done several times over, each time being a success. Perhaps it was gestures like this that made Naruto quite possibly consider Hinata his only true friend. Her involvement had become a welcome one over time, from the first time they met on the training grounds and to the random meetings here and there, such as tonight, when Naruto stumbled on Hinata practicing a technique she called ‘Juken’, or Gentle Fist as she called it at his confusion. She was rather shy most times, such as at these meetings and seemed to have trouble carrying a conversation, while her eyes focused the ground and fingers met in a awkward fashion, a light crimson warmth spreading across her face. There was also the fact she seemed…embarrassed most the time, almost never keeping eye level with others. The most Naruto even knew of her was that she was a Hyuga, a powerful and noble clan. He also knew that was why her eyes were lavender, almost white color, being through the motives of the Byakugan. Than again, Naruto was never the type to care for such backgrounds as such. In fact, he didn’t even know what the Byakugan was before asking Hinata, earning him a mumbled response of it being a Kekkei Genkai that enabled great sight, of which Naruto had already taken a liking to, and the girl who wielded it, much to Hinata’s surprise. “T-There. It should help…” Naruto only grinned as he swiftly jumped up, startling Hinata for a moment while Naruto was addressing his wrapped hand and forgetting his previous anger. “Thanks! It feels a lot better, Hinata-chan! But…it’s getting really late. You sure you want to stay?” Hinata only smiled as she slowly stood up, blushing and attempting to keep eye contact with the hyperactive ninja in progress. “T-Thanks, and yes, I still have some training to do…” -- Training had continued throughout the hours. Naruto practiced his Jutsus to a great extent, failing terribly each and every time, while Hinata attempted to cheer him up after each failure, while she practiced ‘Juken‘ as she called it once more. Through hours of swearing and yelling on Naruto‘s part, time slowly passed by… “Hey…Hinata-chan? I have a favor to ask of you…” Hinata stopped at that request, her training halted with it. She cautiously looked over at Naruto, who was, at her surprise, returning the favor with a small grin. “Y-Yes?” “That…what do you call it again…oh yeah, Juken! Anyway, do you think you could try to…well, fight me with it?” “…” “I mean, if you don’t mind…” Naruto was still grinning, his hand behind his head in a friendly response. This had to have been one of the last, no, the last thing she would have expected Naruto to want. Attack him…with Juken, which could easily inflict terminal damage to his internal organs? Surly he couldn’t be this desparate to train… Needless to say, this was going to be a long night… -- It was truly a surreal experience, crafting ones fate with a simple slaughter lasting but a night, while breaking the chains that Konoha had trapped him with…it felt fantastic. The bonds that trusted him to the Uchiha were broken, and so were to obligations for the clan’s future. Now only two remained, one whos fate would be judged on his own judgement to his elder brother, and one damned to be hated and forever remembered as nothing more than a demon… A heavy price, yes, but still, freedom was the prize, and the Mangekyo would only reassure this. Still, the dauting fact was that of detecting others near the slaughter, of which could just as easily ruin his plans. No, after detecting another Chakra level, he was going to assure his escape by any means nessceary, even if it meant more lives in the process. Than again, what did lives mean to the slayer of the Uchiha anyway? -- Juken training had actually gone well enough for the young Hyuga, after a first surprise from Naruto. Apparently, he suggested while she focused on aiming for him, he would attempt to land three blows on her, training blows mind you. The end result…was unexpected. “I hope I didn’t hurt you, Naruto-kun…” Hinata paced with her fingers, keeping keen detail to them while finding this to be unusually interesting, perhaps to avoid a conversation. “Ah, it’s alright. Ha, I just didn’t know you were so good at fighting! I still can’t believe I couldn’t touch you, while you were able to land me three blows in five minutes! That Byakugan must really be something!” “T-Thanks, but I’m not that good…” Hinata could already feel another brush of warmth spread through her cheeks. It certainly felt nice to be complimented, and from Naruto no less! But still…the moment was awkward and Hinata was only grateful she made sure to avoid vital spots, and Chakra blocking hits. “Hey, you need to give yourself more credit! With that Byakugan, you really could become something someday!” Naruto smirked and was completely unaware of Hinata’s growing embarrasment. “Anyway, we should really hurry up. Come on, follow me! I know a shortcut up ahead!” “C-Coming!” -- The two had quickly made their way past the training grounds and up to rather unfamiliar streets to the both of them. The only indicating symbol was a banner of the Uchiha symbol, thus signaling they had made it to the Uchiha District. It was at this time Hinata had begun to wonder why he was going, as she herself was lost to the area, this being her first vist here. Still, Naruto wouldn’t lie, would he? Well, at least Hinata had faith… “Naruto-kun, I-I think were lost…” Hinata devirted attention to Naruto with questioning eyes… “Hey, were not lost! I’ve been here before! Trust me, we just have to make a few more turns…” “Naruto-kun…you said that an hour ago…” “…” “N-Naruto-kun? Are you okay?” Hinata questioned, stepping up behind Naruto, her fingers beginning their usual routine. Did she hurt him? Surly she didn’t, or at least hoped not to have. His frame was still and his gaze appeared to be to the dark ground below. This wasn’t like Naruto at all… “Naru-” Her words were caught in her throat as her gaze met downwards, her eyes spying a wetness. She found it hard to tell at first, but it appeared to be red…a very dark and shallow red. It also appeared to have not been there long; an hour at best. As her gaze caught the spilt glow, she could only question it. “Naruto-kun…w-what is this?” Her gaze returned to Naruto, eyes once more questioning. For many days, she would wish she had opted otherwise as her words were forgotten and fear had begun to rein with its mighty grip, silence dominating the scene. No, perhaps it was fear. Whatever it was, Hinata didn’t like it and gave thought to running far away, if not for the young boy she admired… Naruto’s world froze in a fury of fright as his legs became numb and his body froze. Thought wasn’t existent and movement forgotten. He couldn’t save himself…nobody could. Helplessness took hold as he slowly turned his head. Crimson eyes only responded, as a kunai was placed against his neck… Wow, another update! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been rather busy as of late. Well, what did you think? Did you like it? I hope so. So far, I have a few basic ideas of where this going, but nothing is written in stone. Expect more characters next chapter, and far more interaction. Well, until next time! |
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| Monkeyboy | May 22 2007, 12:40 PM Post #9 |
Rock Lee, Neji and Sakura RULE
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man you like to make your stories long you might already know that i am to lazy to read all that but guessing from someone else's review 99/100 |
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| Cloud Forever | May 24 2007, 11:25 AM Post #10 |
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Haruno Sakura
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New chapter has been added! Check my previous post. |
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