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Endless Night	By : Cepheus Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1302 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rewritten on 29�11�2008
Cepheus: hello
readers, I come with a new ItaNaru fanfic for you :) the plot is quite
different and I hope you will like it!
Check the warnings before you start reading the chapter.
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Rating: M
Summary:
(ItaNaru) During a fight, Kyuubi�s chakra leaks out and causes a warp. Now
Naruto and Itachi are both stuck into the past. The only way to go back
forwards� is to work with each other.
Warnings: yaoi, boy x boy relationship,
angsty, torture, and such. Mental as well. Flames will be used to warm up food.
Personal ideas and assumptions on the Uchiha and similar will be applied, and
won�t properly follow canon storyline.
Disclaimer: Not own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.

�Talking�
�Thinking�
�Flashbacks,
memories, dreams�
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Endless Night
Prologue: Start

A soft breeze whirled and curled
around their feet as both sensei and seitou stood on the top of the hill, staring
down at the landscape in front of them. The plain ran free from where they were
standing, disappearing out of sight far away, behind more hills and trees.
The sun was shining strongly above
their heads, the grass at their feet lush and green, and vivid and bright, and
the air was warm on their skin �it was a wonderful day, one of those days that
make you glad to just be alive.
�I wonder� why am I here?�
The silence, which had lingered on
for three whole days on his part, was finally broken as he spoke, his voice
vaguely hesitant, both the silence and the words completely unusual on him.
The tone was almost subdued,
thoughtful, heavy with a deep thinking that had washed away all strength from
his blue eyes, that were now looking at his mentor.
And yet, despite that, Jiraiya knew
there was still life and youth in the blond teen, and he could see it shining
in those blue depths as well.
The question made the white haired
Sannin frown in confusion, the sudden unrequited subject making his stumble to
find words of reply.
This was� a stupid question
altogether.
�Stop fooling around, Naruto� was
his reply. �Grow up for once�.
But there was no coldness in his
tone either �it was warm and kind, warmer than he had ever noticed himself
using with others. He cared for Naruto, that was a given. He was preaching like
a father affectionately scolding his son.
All in all, he was happy to see
Naruto speak again �he had missed his voice. Three days were a long time for a
loudmouth to not talk, after all.
Blue eyes stared at the land in
front of him again, face blank. �No, I mean it. Why am I still alive? I should
have� I should have been killed long ago, then why�?� and yet his tone held no
regret nor sadness, merely stating what he realised was a fact.
Wondering with pure, untainted
curiosity about something so serious and hurtful. But� his eyes were not glazed
over, nor dull. He was still living at his best, still determined, because his
life had moved differently �but he had to ask.
Jiraiya knew that Naruto had the
right to ask. �Naruto��
The memory of the tomb was still too
fresh in his mind, and so it was in Naruto�s; the tomb that contained Yonbi no
Isonade�s Jinchuuriki had been the only one apart from the others, uncared for,
alone, but clear enough for everyone passing by to see.
The villagers had been smug, eyes
filled with pride, telling of how they had killed the demon when she was still
an infant, not yet a danger �not knowing that the soul of the beast had
probably left the body the moment she died, and that Yonbi was probably
wandering free somewhere.
Hatred can�t disappear, no matter
what. Not even when the receiver of such hate is a two�years old girl who had
been unluckily destined to be the vessel for a demon. Not even if killing a
child was the price to pay �a high one at that.
Life would still move on, even with
this loss. It did for them.
And still, Naruto had ignored the
shocked, horrified eyes of the villagers as he had kneeled in front of the
grave, paying his respect to the young lost soul, crying on the inside instead
of leashing out to them �because it was just the same.
It wouldn�t bring her soul back, and
it wouldn�t help him either.
That was why, three days later,
Naruto was still wondering �why was he still alive? Why couldn�t the girl have had
a chance as well?
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Ocean eyes slowly fluttered open.
At first, the only thing he was aware of was the steady thumping of his
heart (such a comforting sound, though),
but then, his body regained its feeling and he became aware of the feeling of
hard, dry soil under his fingers �familiar and reassuring as well.
The sense of drowsiness he felt threatened to pull him back into
unconsciousness, but he fought against it, groaning at the strong pain in the
back of his head as he finally managed to focus his sight on his surroundings,
blinking rapidly to wake up.
His body felt unusually heavy, and oddly so, as if he had wasted part of
his chakra and now had difficulty even with moving a muscle; he felt tired,
glad to just rest and wait for his brain to kick in properly again.
He was staring up at the sky, a sky covered with dark clouds, sign of
approaching rain; the air communicated him the same message, because there was
a lingering taste of dampness that made his skin tingle almost pleasantly.
The clouds were dark above the treetops, curling around the nearby
mountains like soft, sinister blankets. There would be a huge temporal, not
just a passing rain.
His mind registered this and he faintly smiled. He liked rain, but he
liked even more the feeling of what came before that; there was a mounting
feeling of anticipation in the moments preceding a downpour, even more
accentuated if it was going to be a storm, and he enjoyed that prelude.
Seconds passed, then he gasped and straightened up in shock, memories of
the last moments before falling unconscious finally returning to him.
Blond bangs fell on his eyes and he pushed them away, wincing as he felt
a sharp pain coming from his forehead, where his hitai�ate should have been.
Cursing his own distraction, Naruto scanned his surroundings.
What he hell happened in there?
He wasn�t sure about it, but first and foremost, he needed to know �was
he alone?
A look around confirmed that he was, strangely enough, the only person
around. He didn�t seem to be in a prison either, so the teen allowed his
shoulders to relax, whilst taking some deep, calming breaths.
Not knowing where he was, or what had happened, at least he was positive
he was safe, at least for the present moment.
He saw his hitai�ate some feet away, dirty and with the sash ripped out
to some extent, but still wearable; he held it in his hand and ventured his
fingers up to brush on his forehead, checking for the cause of his pang from
before. There was a wound there, dried with blood and it fucking hurt, and Naruto
let out a trail of curses.
Why was the wound still there? Why was it still bleeding? He was more
than used to being conveniently healed by the Kyuubi inside him, and this was
truly a minor hit.
Naruto knew that the demon had nothing to do with that �he healed
because of Kyuubi�s chakra, but not to his will either� could the fox block his
own chakra from helping Naruto out? If yes, then why now?
Naruto groaned in pain and put the hitai�ate in his pocket. He was still
at loss about what was happening, and he was feeling both lightheaded and
dizzy. He needed to concentrate on something.
Last thing he could remember was�
�Naruto�kun, stop this useless
resistance�.
Yes, that. Before everything went berserk, these had been his words, but things had happened afterwards
�he had been attacked, viciously and suddenly. The words still lingered in his
mind though.
Naruto sighed, attempting to recall everything with clarity; he knew
from the basic healing training that he might have gotten a concussion, and
that there could be memory loss, so he was pressed out to check what he could
remember.
He had to make sure everything still worked in his brain �quite
literally.
So, he had been on his returning trip towards Konoha, with Ero�sennin.
Three years since he left, and now he was going back.
Determined to be strong, for himself, for his village �for Sasuke, who
betrayed everything he had for the sake of revenge.
He had trained, growing up, growing stronger to protect those he cared
for, and he was going back.
But then, just as they stepped through the Konoha gates, passing the
protecting wall around the village, they had been attacked.
Akatsuki.
Uchiha Itachi and the shark�face whose name Naruto didn�t remember (and didn�t
actually want to, either), but of whom he clearly recalled the intention of
cutting off both his arms and legs.
He still had to shove his words right back at him. And no, Naruto wasn�t holding a grudge.
There had been no warnings, but the two groups had faced each other in
silence for a long while, the two Akatsuki members trying to assess the
strength of Jiraiya (of course they were underestimating Naruto, but he knew he
had grown stronger, unknown to them).
The two psychopaths, had merely stared at them for a while �looking like
drama queens, to be exact� and then they had attacked.
Naruto had found himself trying to escape an emotionless freak with dark
hair and a fish�guy who only wanted to cripple him for life, and he had his
hands full of that; evading their attacks proved to be more difficult than he
thought, but he was still doing a good work of it.
He didn�t want to die or give in, and he had no intentions of giving
Kyuubi to them.
He wanted to be Hokage.
Besides, he had yet to bring Sasuke back.
He wasn�t going to let go of that dream anytime soon.
Jiraiya had taken on both of the Akatsuki shinobi at once, trying to
make Naruto run to Konoha for protection �their attackers would not bother to
attack in a village full of capable shinobi� but Naruto had shaken his head in
anger, unable to believe his training had been in vain.
He still needed protection, it seemed, and Itachi alone was way over his
league� stronger in ways he could not even think about.
With Kisame, things were different �Naruto found the man�s movements
easy to predict, even though he wasn�t bothered by the sword�s weight at all,
and only had to take care of not being hit.
The gap between Sasuke and his own powers was clear in Naruto�s mind. He
was sure the younger Uchiha was working hard as well, and that he would surely
be even stronger now, but this kind of helpless feeling bothered even more.
But Itachi� his strength couldn�t be compared by either of them.
So Naruto kept on fighting the two at Jiraiya�s side, not wanting to be
a burden. He was not a dangerous monster �he was not a demon. He didn�t want to
be buried six feet under just because he held a Bijuu inside him.
He would not die.
So, he would fight.
Naruto closed his eyes again nodding to himself. Yes, he had been angered
at himself, he could remember this.
And then�
Naruto had seen Itachi�s hands move in an unknown pattern, probably
preparing a Genjutsu for him, and the teen knew he would be unable to come out
of it by himself. So, he had franticly tried to find a counter for it before
Itachi could finish the preparations, since Jiraiya had been currently engaged
in a one�on�one fight against Kisame some feet away, but he sucked at
illusions.
That moment of distraction would have been fatal.
And then the idea came.
The great idea, at least in his mind.
Ask Kyuubi for help.
He had grown some kind of dislike for demanding the fox to help in his
fights, so he had done it sparingly during the three years of training with
Jiraiya, but this was a special situation �it needed extreme measures.
Besides, if Naruto was caught, it would be the end of Kyuubi as well.
Not a bad idea� if not for a little inconvenient.
That same day, in the early morning, Jiraiya had meddled with his seal
once again, as he had done more than once in the last few months; his goal was
to make Kyuubi�s chakra available to Naruto all the time without the demon
having a word on it, but the ordeal had been a spectacular failure.
It had ended with a pissed off demon, and a wounded Jiraiya, whose chakra
had been sucked away. Naruto had felt a change in his seal as well, but hadn�t
wanted to piss off Jiraiya by noting how bad of a work he had done, so the teen
had remained silent �besides, he could always ask Tsunade for help later on.
That was why, when tipping into the fox�s chakra (the rush he had
received had been quick to come, this time), Naruto had felt it.
The chakra had a different feeling �not completely red anymore, either.
Red mixed with dark brown, a kind of sickly tinge that Naruto hadn�t
liked at all.
The nausea had hit him then. It felt rotten. Corrupted. Wasted.
Naruto had to fight the urge to throw up just at remembering the
feeling.
The rotten chakra had merged with his own, and in result, the Rasengan
he had prepared had lost its electric blue colour; the brown ate it away,
making his hand shake with restrained pain as his fingers trembled.
It had felt different alright.
Not just in its appearance, but also in its essence �by using it Naruto
had felt sick inside.
Naruto could clearly remember what he�d felt then �a sudden strong need
to run away� and not from Itachi, but from himself, from what he held inside.
Only that he had not.
That was how he ended up unconscious. The sick chakra had mixed halfway
through with Itachi�s humming one, and then there had been the explosion. A
huge flash of light blinded him, and alerted probably the whole country of his
presence, and then the deafening detonation had sent him flying backwards.
He vaguely recalled slamming against a tree, and then�
Nothing.
So where was he now? Why hadn�t Itachi taken him away? There was no
trace of the missing�nin around, no lingering chakra signature, nothing. But
there was no sign of Jiraiya or the shark�guy either.
If Itachi and the other had left, why wasn�t Jiraiya there then?
He wouldn�t have gone off searching for help either, not at the cost of
leaving him alone (Jiraiya wasn�t this stupid) but then�
There was no one around. Everybody had� vanished.
To add up to this, he still felt nauseous, even if not as much as he�d
been during the attack. Adding this to the dull pain in his head and the
tiredness, he was sure he wouldn�t be able to fight if Akatsuki were to come
back. He needed to go back to the village and wait for the white haired sennin
there.
Standing up a bit shakily, Naruto made his way towards where he thought
the village would be; he could vaguely see the wall surrounding Konoha behind
him, so he moved the opposite way. Not trusting his strength to last by running
on the treetops, he simply walked, straining his senses out to check for
anyone.
�At last� Naruto felt relieved when he exited
the forest and was able to see the Hokage mountain staring down at him; he
could see some houses already, right behind a small hill, so he moved faster,
smiling. He had missed his village a lot. �I
wonder what Tsunade baa�chan�s face looks like on there��
A new wave of nausea hit him as he properly looked up, and he cringed
�what a way to go back to Konoha after three years away� coming home wobbling
and throwing up in the Hokage�s office.
Naruto would have laughed at the mental image, but he was too busy
staring at the Hokage mountain instead.
The monument was standing tall and proud above the village�s houses and
buildings, and nothing had changed�
Except that there were four heads on it.
Yes, only four.
��What the hell?!�
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Cepheus: it�s
short, but it�s a prologue. I hope you will drop me a review if you want to see
more of it!
Glossary: (to those that are not
familiar with Japanese)
Sensei � teacher, professor, doctor, the term varies. It is used to address
your teacher in school, but also the medic that treats you in the hospital, or
a person in a high status like a mayor or something.
Seitou � student, pupil.
Hitai�ate � headband.
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