Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Crazy ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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had finally arrived at his team's unofficial meeting spot. It was near a small stream with a beautiful little bridge over it. There was a grove of sakura trees in full bloom near by. It was quiet and peaceful. Totally unlike the rest of the Konoha, it was a wonderful place to just sit and read for a while. Even is the reading material was questionable.
despite the picturesque scene all was not well in Team 7. Kakashi had arrived (two hours late) and Sasuke and Naruto still had yet to show. And becauase of lucky (or unlucky depending on who you were) circumstances, neither Sakura nor Kakashi had anything better to do than sit there at the bridge and wait for there teammates/students to drag thier sorry asses up to practice. So Sakura had been reduced to throwing rocks in the speedily flowing stream, and Kakashi to reading his favorite book for the seventh time that week.
faint frown detectable under his mask, Kakashi paused, right in the middle of his favorite part of Icha Icha Paradise. He turned his one visible eye towards the bridge that led back to Konoha on an unexplainable impulse. It widened as he saw Uchiha Sasuke walking over it.
stumbling might have been more acurate. The boy was bleeding from a few slashes on his arms and a particularly nasty one on his leg in addition to having dark, purple-black bruises liberally covering his body. He looked tired, as though he hadn't slept in a few weeks. His clothes were torn and there were dark, purple-black circles under his eyes. Sasuke had rarely, if ever, looked this bad, and there was a look in his eyes that had certainly never been there before.
eyes were panicked, desperate, and what could only be described as paranoid. His eyes darted around, never resting and constantly searching for. . . something. And the half-crazed look was further enhanced by the red, Sharingan eyes. The spinning pin-wheel eyes swept over Kakashi and the bridge as though they hadn't actually seen them, but came to a shuddering halt as his gaze locked onto Sakura.
the sudden stare, Sakura looked up quizzically, only to stare in shock as the Uchiha boy dove at her and clung to her like his last vestiges of sanity. Her shirt bunched up in Sasuke's balled fists as he sobbed near hysterically onto her shoulder. Caught by complete surprise and totally unprepared as how to act when normally the most stoic boy she knew grabbed onto her like a limpet and cryed his eyes out on her shoulder, Sakura patted him gently on the back, eyes still wide.
causing Sakura to stop again in fear of having done the wrong thing, Sasuke froze and then forcibly ripped himself away from the pink haired girl, landing some ten feet away and panting madly. As he stared at her and the black spokes of the Sharingan spun faster, Sasuke's eyes narrowed, as though trying to detect some kind of trick, or illusion. As he studied her, Sakura took advantage of her chance to focus a little closer on the haggard boy.
eyes widened in disbelief.
keen mind (one of the only things she took pride in) instantly processed the torn and bloodied clothing as well as the various injuries as the end result of some kind of fight, or battle. But what really stopped her in her tracks was the look on Sasuke's face. It was a torn, open look. The kind of look that showed exactly what was being felt, not because of any real wish to show it, but because the person in question had no choice other than tearing themselves apart from the inside out because of the emotional build-up.
small twitch of the muscles underneath Sasuke's right eye was the only indicator before he collapsed to his knees and clutched his head, as though trying to block out a voice only he could hear. He thrashed wildly back and forth, keeping his hands to his head, looking for all the world like some kind of grotesque puppet that was being manuevered by someone not entirely in control of thier arms.
the whole process, Sasuke muttered to himself, as if he was actually two beings fighting for supermacy. Sasuke rocked violently, managing to roll himself onto his back. He screamed, arching his back so far it looked like it would snap if he tried any harder, he screamed one scentence over and over, like some kind of prayer.
NOT REAL! IT'S NOT REAL!"
screams eventually faded into a quiet muttering and Sasuke managed to right himself, kneeling on the patchy grass and back hunched so low that his elbows nearly touched the ground. Slowly, the muttering faded into dry, wracking sobs and tear-stains could be seen on the dirt beneath him. Looking unsure, Sakura plucked up enough courage to voice her concerns.
Sasuke? Wha- What happened to you? Do you need a doctor?"
rather lame questions hung in the thick air only stirred by the sobs that were rapidly changing into hysterical laughter.
NonononononononoNO! It- it's not real. None of this is. . . It's just a trick. . . an illusion. It's not real. It couldn't be real. . . you're. . . you're all dead. . . he killed you. . . you're all dead. . . I saw him kill you. . .YOU'RE ALL DEAD!!"
collapsed on to his side, forehead down in the dirt, heaving gasps and coughs making his small frame shudder violently. Kakashi cursed softly as he rummaged in one of his many pockets, panic making him fumble a little with the clasp. Pulling a vaugely cylindric object out, he ripped off the white-taped end and threw the rest up about fifty feetin to the air. Sakura covered her eyes as the bright green light flashed, and blinked to clear her vision.
she could even so much as ask what Kakshi had done or what the light was for, she was distracted by a familiar voice behind her.
Sakura-chan! Sorry I'm late, I was. . . What the hell happened to Wonder-Boy?"
took a giant shuddering breath at the sound of Naruto's voice. His beathing shallowed even further as he slowly raised his head and stared at Naruto as if he had just sprouted another head. For the second time that day, Sasuke screamed. He launched himslef at Naruto, who only had time to widen his eyes before Sasuke's hands were around his throat and the rest of his body slowly crushed the remaining air out of Naruto. Naruto clawed feebly at Sasuke's death-grip, his pleas going unheard as Sasuke hissed at him.
your fault. . . you killed them, you killed her . . . How could you kill her, you bastard? How could you have killed Sakura? And Hinata? You fucking bastard! You destroyed the village! The entire goddamn village was burned down and you just stood there and laughed, you fucking piece of shit!" Unnoticed by even Sasuke, a few tears leaked from the normally emotionless Sharingan eyes, landing with a soft "plop" on Naruto's orange jacket. "I know this is just one of your fucking tricks, so let me out! I want you out of my head or so help me God, I'll fucking kill you! Get out of my head! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Aahhh!"
was jerked backward and off of the gasping Naruto and into the waiting grasp of the medical-nins Kakashi had summoned with his flare. Three of the Jounins held the wildly thrashing boy down while the other two managed to restrain him with chakra-proof bonds. Sakura rushed over to check on Naruto as he regained his ability to breathe, while Kakashi conferred with the medical-nins.
two Genins turned sharply to stare, open-mouthed at the raving Uchiha boy being hauled away. He continued to yell and struggle even as he was lifted off the ground, eyes staring fixedly at Naruto, burning with hate.
OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU BASTARD! I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID! BASTARD!! AAHHHH!"
last thing Sakura and Naruto could hear from thier teammate was a strangled yell as he succeeded in kicking one of his captors before they all vanished in a puff of smoke.

was quiet. Not a peaceful kind of quiet, or a lazy kind of quiet that makes you want to just sit around and enjoy the stillness. This was the kind of quiet where it was quiet because there was nothing to left alive to make noise. What was once was a relatively small glade, isolated by tall, leafy tree that had had recently been reduced to little more than charred stumps, a silent and macabre testimony to the fate of the still buring trees that dotted the flat land of a once beautiful forest.
could tell, even without looking at the dismembered bodies, just starting to attract flies, or the blood smeared on the charred grass and treestumps, that this was a battleground. Something epic had taken place here. A clash of the Titans. The kind of thing that would be remembered for years to come, told to small children to scare them into eating vegetables or going to bed without a fuss.
of course, anyone had survived to remember it.
only things that didn't seem to be dead yet were two figures, one curled into a fetal position on the ground, hugging its torn and blood-stained clothing to its shivering body, and the other a lithe, tan figure, leaning over the first and watching it twitch with black slitted, red eyes and an unspeakable kind of sadistic amusment. As the figure on the ground gave a particularly violent shudder, the other practically hugged its scratched, bare, and bleeding torso with glee. Instead, it contented itself with gripping the patched and frayed orange fabric of its pants with fingers tipped with nails a little sharper and pointier than they should be.
a gesture of mock comfort, the blonde haired man reached down and stroked the other's obsidian hair and murmured in a voice that was anything but soothing, quiet reassurances. Eventually he turned his gaze towards the battered and nearly unusable pice of cloth that had once been a dark blue T-shirt. His hand moved from dark hair down to a frayed, blood-stained patch sewn neatly onto the back of it. He fingered the odd circle shaped patch, hands running over the one, upward curving arch that ran through the cirlce.
smile that all but glowed with a sickeningly entertained light graced his face and he leaned back on the balls of his feet contemplatively. Rubbing one hand over his chin as though in deep thought, he spoke in a quiet, laughing voice that rang through the barren landscape.
wonder how he'd react if I brought dear, old Iruka-sensei into the picture?"
malicious laughter echoed through the desolate planes that had once been a healthy forest full of life, the battered, glassy-eyed corpses of friends and comrades, and through the still smoldering ruins of the once proud Village of the Leaf.

I loved writing this one. The idea just came to me one day and I couldn't let it lie. Damn plot bunnies. Oh well. Sorry for taking so long to get anything out. I've been working on some of my longer fics, which WON'T be out till they're done, by the way. Uhh. . . here's a little explanation for those of you wh thought that this was confusing:
destroyed the village and killed everyone except Sasuke. Don't ask me why, he just did ( He could have finally snapped from the constant disdain, he could have lost control of the Kyuubi, whatever you want. Half of you write fanfics yourselves, so use your imagination). He can go into other people's minds and make them think that they are somewhere else. Again, don't ask me why, he just can, call it a power from the Ninetails if you're too lazy to think something up yourselves. The first part was all in Sasuke's mind because Naruto wanted to torture him with visions of his now deceased loved ones, or something like that at least. Sasuke gave himself the cuts because he thought he could snap himslef out of it, but instead sorta just snapped. That's also why the Sharingan was there, to try and see through the illusion, but that couldn't work because it was all in his head to begin with.
pretty much the story. So be nice peoples and review, for the authoress craves feedback!!

-Lyjin