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Endless Night	By : Cepheus Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1302 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 3
Edited: 30�11�2008
Cepheus: I hope
you readers don�t mind shorter chapters for this fic, because that�s what I�m
going to do from now on. It makes the flow easier, and it means more chapters,
I guess.
Thanks to all the people who reviewed!
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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.
Disclaimer: Not own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.

�Talking�
�Thinking�
�Flashbacks,
memories, dreams�
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Endless Night
Chapter 01: Realizing

Silence greeted his words as he
concluded his long speech, closing his eyes as he waited for an outburst that
would not happen.
No cries, no anger, no rage; no
loudness of shock or surprise. Naruto didn�t even question his sanity nor did
he ask if he was kidding, or why would Jiraiya tell him that now.
Why didn�t he share this kind of
thing before.
A pair of eyes stared at him in
silence, pondering over his words, reflecting the sky above them. The silence
felt even worst than any kind of noise would have had.
Jiraiya felt bad. Not just bad, but
useless. Out of place. Did he have any right to be the one to tell Naruto, when
no one else had planned on doing this? Maybe Kakashi, being his first sensei,
should have been the one, but had Kakashi known? To Jiraiya the similarities
between his two students were as clear as crystal, but not many could say the
same.
And yet, the white haired sennin had
also known he was the only one with the right to tell Naruto of his family.
After everything the teen had gone
through, trying to protect the village, trying to show them that he was not a
demon, that he was worth the love they put on other shinobi, fighting against
the pain, the solitude, the hatred� Jiraiya knew that Naruto needed some solid
ground. Someone to tell him the truth, and be done with it.
The man had expected the teen to
cry. Really. Or at least yell in anger and rage, or get angry. Yell and hit
him, denying his words, saying he was a liar. Anything but this silence of his.
Saying that it would never happen,
that family would not sacrifice each other for the sake of others. Saying that
it couldn�t be because then�
Yet, there had been nothing of this.
A soft breeze curled around them,
reminding Jiraiya that they were in a cold, unknown forest somewhere in the
middle of nothing, with a fire that had just died away, but the situation had
brought memories along and Jiraiya had given in to his instincts �he told
Naruto the truth about his family.
Naruto�s lips curled into a small,
bitter smile, and it shocked Jiraiya to the core; Naruto had been expecting
this. He had just had his suspicions (fears? hopes?) confirmed. As if he had
known all along, all his life, but had needed someone to say that aloud for it
to be true.
Was that why he never asked?
Was that why he never even wondered?
Jiraiya knew Sandaime had not said a word to the teen, deeming him too young to
come to terms with such a huge, painful truth.
This was a legacy. Naruto had a
family, he finally had a confirmed one. The man who had sealed the beast inside
him was his father.
It wasn�t much, just a stated fact,
because everyone had died already, too many years ago to really mean something,
but just knowing it�
Naruto was grateful to Jiraiya for
finally bringing him something, even if it was useless now.
That was why he smiled at him,
nodded, and allowed the older man to hug him close, giving him the comfort he
had always been denied of before.
Sad eyes closed, as he, too, hugged
the man.
And when he finally spoke, his voice
was subdued but vibrant with that single emotion.
�Arigatou��
��
Naruto blinked.
Then, he blinked again, confused.
What was going on? He was sure Tsunade baa�chan had said her face was up
on the mountain in one of her letters, because the woman had bitched a lot
about how she thought her nose was too big on that statue. She had ranted for a
page and a half, leaving Naruto in hysterical fits of laughter for the rest of
the day.
He had wanted to see Tsunade�s face on the Hokage mountain. Her letters
had helped him feel close to the village as he travelled far from it, thankful
to his adopted �granny� for keeping him updated.
What the hell happened then?
Surely Tsunade wasn�t that out of it that she would smash the head away from
the mountain just because of a little imperfection in how her nose looked up
there?
Not to mention the mountain didn�t look like it had been smashed down
�it looked pretty normal to him. No sign it had been worked onto either,
though.
�What the hell is going on?� he wondered loudly.
He scanned his surroundings, wondering if anything else was out of
ordinary, but everything he could see was exactly how he remembered it �the
same houses, the same gardens� nothing felt out of place. Then what?
Why was he feeling like he should just turn around and run from the
village?
Gulping down his uneasiness, he tried to think of a valid reason for his
bad omen; his skin was pricking strangely, the nauseous feeling back again
�something was horribly wrong.
He tiredly lifted one hand to rub at his eyes, sighing as the dizziness
retreated lightly, and took a deep, calming breath. Something was indeed amiss,
and he had long since decided to trust his sixth sense in that way (even
Jiraiya had admitted it was indeed
reliable).
What to do then?
Go to Tsunade was the best option; she would know what to do, or at
least he could get her to help with the dizziness and the nausea at least.
Besides he missed her and wanted to see how she was. Maybe his bad feeling
would disappear quickly, maybe it was just uneasiness brought on by his return
and the attack of Akatsuki when he�d been so close to home.
Sighing again, Naruto steadied himself and moved towards Konoha again.
He felt weak again, and blamed it all on Jiraiya, whilst a part of him growled
on his own stupidity �Shouldn�t have
allowed Ero�sennin to mess up with my seal� he thought dejectedly.
He had known what the man could do on his bad days �especially if
smashed, so drunk that Naruto had to take him away from pubs by force before he
could embarrass himself too much.
Three years with that perverted man� Naruto had indeed learned quite a
few things, but mostly because he had done the training himself, alone, whilst
the man worked on his damn book; he had received quite a few helpful tips by
many people they had met on their journey, but Naruto had often wondered if it
was meant to be like this.
Why had Jiraiya asked to take him away when he did absolutely nothing
then? If Akatsuki really had been laying low this much, he could have fared
better staying in Konoha instead.
The days had consisted mainly in Naruto training on his own whilst the
older man had drank himself away at night, or peeped at the local onsen (there
was always an onsen nearby), or wrote
his �notes� for the new book of his, that had been also published, much to
Naruto�s surprise and utter lack of interest.
The training Naruto had received from Jiraiya as it was, had been
minimal, much to his chagrin.
Taking care of himself without the help of the man that had vowed to
help him grow stronger� disappointed Naruto greatly. He had yet to feel
adequately strong enough to know he could take Sasuke back, and Jiraiya�s
boisterous attitude hadn�t helped any.
Naruto had changed indeed �seeing so many things, meeting so many
different people� the world was surely bigger than Hi no Kuni. So much bigger.
He had enough time to think about the village, about his own goals, about
himself and his strength, and had enough time to accept that he had to move one
step at a time.
Despite Jiraiya�s attitude, Naruto had respect for the man �there had
been serious times as well, and Jiraiya had been honest with Naruto, and
direct� but it was always easy to forget, when the white haired man ran to the
nearest onsen to spy on women.
And yet, Naruto had to thank him for many things, and for the few things
he had indeed taught him �he would be a hypocrite to say Jiraiya had taught him
nothing at all.
Naruto smirked and stretched, feeling his own body respond with only a
light discomfort; he needed to understand what was wrong and have that
rectified, so first things first. He moved towards the nearest houses of
Konoha, his goal the centre of the village, where the Hokage tower was.
It would have been faster by running above the roofs, but he didn�t want
to strain himself too much in case he�d need his energy later, besides, he
needed to see Konoha and running wouldn�t help �maybe it�d quench his
uneasiness�
A soft noise alerted him of someone approaching; blinking, Naruto
layered his chakra down, suppressing it as better as he could out of instinct
as two ninja shapes passed above his head, disappearing away.
Naruto sighed, knowing he couldn�t feel safe inside the village at that
time, and even though he knew his instincts were wrong this time, he still felt
like he should follow them until he reached Tsunade�s office.
Keeping his chakra levels down as much as he could, just like he had
learned, he looked around, trying to understand in what part of Konoha he had
entered. Seeing it this close, he realised he had never been into it before;
the district was foreign to him and there were not many places he had not
visited when he was a child.
He had been the perfect prankster, so he had needed to learn every
escape route he could, and he had also been an adventurer, so scouting through
the village had been his favourite pastime.
And yet, he could not remember these buildings, these houses �he had
never visited them.
Had Tsunade rebuilt some part of the village in the three years he had
been absent? But that didn�t make sense, she would have told him about it.
Besides� Naruto checked the streets around him, frowning. The buildings didn�t
look new at all.
If anything, they were old fashioned.
This was Konoha. Then� what?
There was a couple of old villagers walking towards a small restaurant
in the corner of the street, both with dark�ish hair turning into grey, and he
could not see their faces as they were walking with their backs to him; four
children were playing in a small garden some feet away from him, and were
having fun.
Everything looked calm and pacific, cosy, and yet it felt off in ways Naruto couldn�t explain� and
he also felt as if he had intruded in something private, despite the fact that
it didn�t look like it was private.
Just a normal day� was it not?
Biting his lips in hesitation, Naruto nodded and jumped upwards, landing
on the nearby tree�s branch, hiding behind the thick foliage to keep watching
his surroundings; he had felt quite exposed and out of place back down on the
ground, and now he managed to calm his bad feeling a bit, hidden from sight.
A sudden surge of chakra made him jump slightly, and by reaction he
suppressed his own even more; he watched in tense silence as a black clothes
shinobi appeared underneath the tree he was in, landing without noise, a sword
draped on his back and his face hidden under a painted mask.
Naruto recognized the attire in an instant �it was Konoha�s ANBU vest.
He had never really seen an ANBU this close before, except Haku, back in the
Nami no Kuni, but that had been another hidden village�s outfit, not his own.
The man had a strong, powerful aura, and Naruto felt reverent on his
regards as he stared down at him, hiding as best as he could; there was no way
the man would not feel his presence, but maybe if he wasn�t paying attention,
and if he expected chakra signatures to be around, he wouldn�t question his
own�
Naruto had always feared and respected ANBU troops; respected, because
they were at the Hokage�s direct control, and were the strongest shinobi in the
village, and fear because one of the troops� specialities was hunt down
missing�nins, kill them and dispose of their corpses.
Naruto had often wondered, with a shiver of fear, what would happen if
any ANBU decided the Kyuubi�s vessel had to die.
The figure of the ANBU apparently had not noticed his presence
(apparently he had really dismissed his chakra as a shinobi on duty), and after
having looked around, controlling or patrolling the street, Naruto didn�t know,
the man disappeared.
Naruto relaxed, taking a deep breath of relief.
Why was he hiding? The ANBU were at Tsunade�s direct control now, and he
could have just allowed the man to see him and take him to her. And yet�
�Why do I keep feeling as if
something is wrong!� he grunted to himself, shaking his head slowly, his fingers gripping
the bark of the tree. �I�m in Konoha and
yet I�m hiding as if I had monsters trying to get me �I don�t understand why my
senses are screaming that this is nor right��
Yet he made no move to get down from his hidden position.
�A place in Konoha that I do not
recognize� and of which Tsunade did not speak about in the last three years�� Naruto growled. In the whole
village, he had only evaded one place, and surely this couldn�t be�
His eyes fell on the insignia of the dango shop at the other end of the
square, and froze.
�Can�t be� he murmured. �But that sign��
The small red and white fan was too familiar to him.
The only place he had evaded during his childhood years had been the
compound of his teammate�s family, but that had been empty for years, after the
massacre. The Uchiha district had been abandoned by everyone except Sasuke, and
yet the last of the Uchiha had left as well, moving to Orochimaru.
Tsunade couldn�t have allowed the compound to be used by others, right?
Even if she had allowed that to happen, the Council would have rejected the
offer, since their esteem of the Uchiha family exceeded that of the Hokage.
This was probably some sort of joke, Naruto decided.
And yet, the Uchiha clan symbol was still dangling in the breeze, and
people were still walking down the street, all with dark hair, Naruto noticed.
Something was missing, something was wrong�
The Uchiha had been killed by Itachi.
Naruto�s eyes widened; there could only be one explanation of this
strange thing �he was probably caught in a Genjutsu!
What was the meaning of this? Who would want to use a Genjutsu to make
it so the Uchiha seemed alive again? And why?
Naruto closed his eyes and concentrated his chakra slowly, trying to
ignore the assault of nausea hitting him as soon as he made contact with it,
but stopped as three shinobi appeared on the rooftop of a nearby house,
scanning their surroundings. Naruto froze, realising they were feeling him
mould his chakra and were wondering about it.
Were they real people or were they part of the Genjutsu? Could Naruto
chance it out?
Naruto stopped concentrating his chakra and suppressed it again, keeping
it at low levels, trying to pass for an inexpert kid trying to play around with
jutsu; if this was a Genjutsu there was probably someone who cast it and who
was keeping the place under control, and Naruto didn�t want to attract unwanted
attention on himself, at least not until he found out what was happening.
The tree, the buildings, everything looked pretty real, so it was either
the Genjutsu only regarded the people, or it was a damn good one.
�Ero�sennin said that, if you can�t
manage to dispel a Genjutsu by a surge of chakra, then you can inflict yourself
a small amount of pain and disrupt the chakra flow this way� he thought. �If I cannot use my chakra, I�ll have to try this other option�.
Picking up a kunai from his pouch, Naruto gritted his teeth and slammed
it in his arm.
The pain was instant and sharp, and blood oozed out from his deep cut,
but nothing changed. The shinobi and villagers were still there, and so were
the buildings.
�Kuso!� Naruto growled, throwing his kunai away. He watched as it
embedded itself on a nearby wall with a soft thud.
The bleeding on his arm slowly stopped, but a quick look at it made
Naruto aware that it was not healing either.
He didn�t like this situation �at all.
�Enough stalling �I need to see the Hokage!� he growled, a heavy feeling
of dread settling in his stomach. �I need to know if this is really a Genjutsu
or is there really people living in the Uchiha district again!�
Deciding against best judgement, Naruto called a small amount of his own
chakra, without touching Kyuubi�s own of course, and grimaced when the nausea threatened
to hit him again �but paid it no attention.
A second later he was gone in a blur of leaves.
The three man patrolling the streets froze on the rooftop, turning
towards the tree with curious eyes; they had all felt the familiar chakra
surge, but none of them could recognise whom it belonged to, and now it looked
as if whoever had been there was gone.
�Might have been one of the village�s shinobi checking the district, or
one of our own� the taller of the three man commented. His eyes were serious. �But
we might as well go back to the main house and report it to the Leader�.
The other two agreed with a quick nod, and after having activated their
Doujutsu, the group disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
��
He stared.
Couldn�t take away his eyes from the sight he had in front of him.
A family.
It was walking down the street; the father was first in line, walking
impassively, the pace slow and calculated. His posture was straight, black eyes
fixed in front of him, filled with pride and seriousness.
The mother was a few steps behind, delicate and beautiful like a
blossoming flower, with silky, charcoal hair swinging in the breeze; she was
smiling warmly at her husband with dark eyes filled with love and satisfaction,
as they darted from him to the back, towards the remaining two figures.
Two kids. One a child, the other barely a teen.
The older one was walking as if the world around him didn�t exist, as if
he did not belong to the scene, to the family. He had deep, empty eyes, the
same colour as both his parents, and on his otherwise emotionless face he was
sporting a small, nice smile that to anyone would have seemed real enough.
But not to the observes, still hiding on a nearby tree, watching it all.
He knew it was fake.
The last one was the younger child, and he was skipping on the street,
everything attracting his attention away from his parents but never from his
brother; he was happy, cheerful, dark eyes filled with emotions as he stared
with love and devotion at the teen in front of him every now and then.
Everything was the way it had been.
Everything was the same.
Perfect� old, untouched.
Wrong. So deeply wrong.
No bloody corpses in the middle of the streets
No cries of pain
No despair
No empty houses.
Itachi�s crimson eyes faltered and faded into deep black, showing his
surprise by letting go of his Sharingan. Even someone like him could be
surprised, the control on his chakra wavering for a moment, as emotions he had
thought suppressed resurfaced, unwanted.
This was too much. Even for him, this was too much.
To watch this, to watch people walk and live without knowing what was going to happen, blind and deaf,
whilst he sat there and knew what the future for them all was.
Itachi had been sure he had lost his emotions many years before, after
the massacre of his family; burying everything deep inside with ease, no
remorse nor guilt, no pain nor sadness as he did so, mechanically, because it
had been better off this way.
The best thing to do.
He had thought they would never come back. In both senses.
And now�
He had been proven wrong, in a way. And it hurt.
Hurt more than anything else had before.
A part of him was aching for the sight in front of him, something he had
denied to himself, and that he was denying to himself once again. It didn�t
matter anymore, and yet it mattered even more.
He didn�t want to keep looking at them. Knowing that their happy faces,
their carefree attitude would be broken soon enough �by things caused by him.
It hurt when it wasn�t supposed to hurt anymore.
He had thought to be immune to this pain.
And yet he was not.
Dark eyes narrowed, feeling the full weight of everything settle on his
chest, then he sharply looked away and disappeared, without a sound or a
flicker.
The family kept walking down the street, the father, mother and younger
boy chatting happily, whilst the older son kept staring at the ground in
silence, yet smiling at his younger brother �mirror of a truth that was long
since gone.
��
Relief flooded Naruto�s senses the moment he saw the Hokage tower.
In fact, he had never been happier to see it, despite his inner sixth
sense screaming in a continuous note the same thing over and over, pleading him
to pay attention ��wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong�.
Without stopping.
�Run away�.
He didn�t listen �didn�t want to.
There could be nothing wrong with going to see Tsunade. He needed the
Hokage.
He smiled, running up the bark of a tree that easily reached the top of
the tower, and started climbing upwards, determined in entering Tsunade�s
office by the window so to evade any unwanted attraction.
He had missed her a lot, and now the need to see her overrode his
worries.
�She will help with Kyuubi and this
rotten feeling I get from his chakra� he thought, cheered up. �And she will yell at Ero�sennin for having
abandoned me �well, when he comes around�.
With sparkling eyes and a huge smile on his lips, Naruto pushed himself
towards the office�s window, already knowing how he�d see Tsunade in there
�sleeping on her desk, right on a huge pile of paperwork, or drinking sake
whilst ignoring said paperwork.
Naruto boldly peered inside, towards the Hokage�s desk.
The room was just the same as it had been when he left it, piles of
paperwork stacked everywhere, shelves with books and scrolls in every corner,
but still a familiar, warm feeling to it; Naruto�s smile turned fonder at the
sight.
He loved this office and what it meant. One day he would end in there on
the other side of the desk.
Then his eyes fell on the person sitting at the desk, and his heart
froze, coming to a sudden halt.
His body was enveloped in numbness, fingers twitching on the branch, his
brain vainly trying to process the sight; Naruto gulped down his dry throat,
his eyes glued on the wrong person
sitting at the desk �an old man with an all too familiar cape.
His heart painfully thumped back to life, ramming against his chest
painfully and making his blood boil, its bumping overwhelming any other sound
until he thought he would be killed and yet his attention did not waver�
The man inside the building slowly stood up, movements of a man having
to cope with advancing old age, stretching his back and making his way towards
a nearby shelf, his walk a bit curved forwards due to constant backache,
muttering something that Naruto, on the outside, could not hear; wrinkly hands
pulled up a scroll and opened it, reviewing its contents before going back to
his seat.
Grey hair hidden underneath the unfashionable Hokage hat (that Tsunade refused to wear, not knowing
Naruto had tried it out many times when he was really young and that he deemed
the hat just as dear as the person who once wore it)�
�No��
A short unruly beard and warm eyes, eyes that held all the love of the
world for his village�
�No��
A small pipe held firmly between his lips, puffs of smoke swirling
upwards once in a while�
No, it couldn�t be possible.
It had to be a Genjutsu, there
was no other explanation now. Not with what he was seeing �not with whom he was seeing�
�Sandaime�jiji��
Naruto didn�t even notice as tears pooled in his eyes, blurring the
sight, because the shock of seeing a person he knew dead had dulled out
everything around him.
Of course it couldn�t be �Sandaime was dead, had died back in the
Chuunin exams, after Orochimaru attacked.
Then what� what was happening?! Why would someone use a Genjutsu to make
both the Uchiha clan and Sandaime look alive again? What purpose?
Naruto felt his heart wrench and twist in his chest, his eyes never
leaving the form of the third Hokage inside the office; for a single moment he
allowed himself to stop thinking and just watched, burning in memory once more
all the small details he had always ignored before, not knowing he would never
see the man alive ever again.
How the pipe shifted in his mouth from one side to the other, how his
left eyebrow twitched in annoyance whenever he finished to check one paper,
only to have ten more to look at, how his eyes moved to the photos next to him,
and a smile warmed up his face.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, unseen to him. The sight had been too
much, especially since he had not been able to give the man a proper goodbye,
as he had not been there at the time.
He had missed Sandaime the most, no matter how strong he�d wanted to be,
the loss of the third Hokage had weighted him down a lot; Sandaime had always
been nice to him, the first person who treated Naruto as a person and not as a
monster, even before Iruka.
Sandaime had cared for him, teaching him, protecting him as much as he
could.
But he was dead.
This lack of respect, this
Genjutsu�
Sandaime was dead! He couldn�t
be moving around in the Hokage office, couldn�t be doing paperwork, couldn�t be there at all!
And yet� it looked so real� he looked so� real�
�No!�
Naruto didn�t even realise he was yelling out loud, with all he had, too
scared and shocked to think about lowering his voice. All of this, and his own
senses screaming at him�
It couldn�t be true �how could someone be this cruel to use a Genjutsu like this?!
Couldn�t be true!
�No!�
The control on his chakra lost, he forgot to keep it lowered as it
spiked up, mixing the rotten feeling with his unsettled emotions in a confused,
painful mix, and he cried hard, his frame trembling and shaking, and to try and
stop the trembles he dug his nails inside the bark, eyes shut close �he
couldn�t watch anymore.
No, it was all fake �and still his heart screamed.
�NO!�
Something appeared at his side, casting a shadow over him; Naruto opened
his eyes wide and stared upwards, sight blurred by tears, and noticed first the
darkened sky above him. Drops of rain started falling against his face, cooling
him a bit, and in the midst of this, he recognized the figure as Itachi.
The rain fell harder.
Naruto kept crying, unable to stop them from falling, but slowly he got
his trembling under control, his shouts and sobs turning into ragged breaths as
he locked eyes with the imposing figure standing still. Somewhere in the
distance, a thunder struck and a lightening flashed in the sky.
Slowly, under the heavy rain, Naruto�s sight focused again.
Itachi had a blank, unreadable expression, but his eyes were of a
charcoal black instead of crimson, and was looking down at him without a word;
strangely, against everything wrong
in this Konoha where the Uchiha were alive and so was Sandaime, the sight of an
Akatsuki clothed Itachi felt familiar and real.
Oddly, it helped Naruto calm down, his ragged breaths subsiding.
Had Itachi cast the Genjutsu? If yes, why wasn�t he acting? Besides, why
would Itachi torture him in such a way when he could have grabbed the teen when
unconscious without even having to worry about waking him up first?
And yet, in this fake world where Sarutobi Sandaime Hokage was still
alive, the Uchiha walked as if nothing was wrong, and there were only four
heads on the mountain, the sight of something this familiar, even though a foe,
was reassuring.
It didn�t matter if Itachi was his opponent or wanted him dead.
�You are attracting unwanted attention, Naruto�kun� Itachi stated, his
voice rolling out quietly even under the noise of the rain and the thunders.
�Control your chakra before someone comes looking for you�.
Naruto started to laugh.
Hard.
This was� it exceeded his understanding. Far too much.
�I don�t� I don�t care. He�s alive� a dream. A nightmare. A Genjutsu, or
I did snap in the end�� the words came out clipped, submerged with a brusque
laugh that was cold and uncontrollable, bordering into insanity.
He could still see Sandaime inside the office, even with the window
blurred by the rain. He was still there, and now he was looking around, as if
alerted by Naruto�s chakra burst, by its still pulsating source.
Itachi narrowed his eyes as he followed Naruto�s eyes, knowing it
wouldn�t take much for the man to recognize who the signal belonged to. He had
to act now, before they were spotted.
Without speaking the taller shinobi leaned down, pressing one hand on
Naruto�s shoulder, now shaking because of his laughing, and shifted his fingers
in a blur of half hand�seals� and transported both away in a puff of smoke�
The exact moment as Sarutobi�sensei, Sandaime Hokage of Konoha, twisted
his head and looked at the tree, eyes sharp and narrowed.
Only to find nothing.
��
Naruto shook without being able to keep his trembling under control,
laugh still coming out from his lips as an unwanted sound; he found he couldn�t
stop it, no matter how much he tried, and brought his hands to his arms,
clutching them tightly and digging his nails into the skin, drawing blood.
The pain was of a different quality than the one in his chest, and it
helped him focus again on his surroundings, the laughter slowly calming down
again into breathless gasps of air.
He could not accept this.
Someone who was playing with Sandaime�s death�
Why?
Who was doing this?
Itachi had appeared there but Naruto had a feeling he was not the
responsible. Besides, why would he want to see his family still alive, when he
had killed them all? It had no sense.
In that world where nothing was right, Itachi was the only one who
looked the same; he had taken Naruto away before anyone could come and see them
there, so it meant Itachi was in the same situation as he was� but how could
that be possible? Itachi couldn�t be caught in a Genjutsu, he had the
Sharingan�
Besides, if the Genjutsu had any relation to the Uchiha, he wouldn�t
have shared the same illusions Naruto had. He wouldn�t want to see the Uchiha
alive. Nor Sandaime. But they were indeed seeing the same things.
As he finally calmed down enough to realise where he was, he noticed
tears were still streaking his cheeks and he hastily wiped them away,
straightening up a bit. He had finally his own body under control, and he took
a few calming breaths, looking around in the meanwhile.
He was in a room, he didn�t know exactly where, but it was big enough
for the both of them to relax, and it was bare �there was a twin�sized futon
rolled up in a corner, next to a closed armoire, and a desk with a chair.
As the pain at seeing Sandaime retreated, he felt rage take its place.
Lifting his gaze up, Naruto noticed Itachi at the window of the room,
looking outside with� something akin to forlorn in his eyes; how the taller
shinobi could express any emotion was out of Naruto�s understanding, but made
him feel even more upset than he was already.
Naruto turned his eyes to his lap, confused and tired.
Was Itachi feeling regret for what he was seeing?
Then�
�This is no Genjutsu�.
Naruto�s head snapped towards Itachi, feeling his heart clench; the dark
haired young man sounded so sure of himself, as if he knew exactly what was
happening, even though Naruto still doubted this to be real.
If it wasn�t a Genjutsu�
�W�what�?� Naruto croaked, clearing his throat.
Itachi�s appearance wasn�t as imposing as it had been three years
before, nor evil or scary. He still was the same, but the aura around him
seemed subdued. Just like Naruto had broken down by what he had seen, Itachi
himself looked almost� down, Naruto noted.
It didn�t matter who Itachi was, a missing�nin, an Akatsuki member� this
situation had hit him as well; Naruto bit his lip, realising for the first time
that Itachi was human too, even though he had never thought it this way.
�This is no Genjutsu� the taller shinobi repeated, allowing his words to
linger in the air. �This is� the past�.
Oh, yeah. Naruto had to admit it. Itachi was not evil. Nor scary. He was
plainly insane. Maybe it was something in the Uchiha genes�
�The past� he stated, his tone laced with sarcasm. Absolutely wonderful.
Stuck in this Genjutsu (or a nightmare, whichever was the worst) with a crazy
killer as his only companion. Absolutely fantastic.
�Great. Just� great�.
�I am still not sure whether this is the cause, but I think it might
have because of your unstable chakra� Itachi continued, quietly. He still was
not looking at him, eyes clearly fixed on
something outside.
Naruto stood up shakily. He had nothing to lose; after all, if Itachi
had wanted to take him to Akatsuki he would have done that already �he was that
kind of person.
Moving slowly towards the window, ignoring the painful pangs in his
chest due to his previous uncontrolled chakra usage, he reached Itachi�s side,
and peered out of the window.
There was a huge garden with grass, and even though it was raining hard
now, there were still a few children outside, some playing under a shelter,
splashing each other and jumping in the puddles of water along the way,
laughing and cheering.
Naruto�s gaze shifted around, trying to see what had attracted Itachi�s
attention so much, and then his eyes turned blank; there was another child
right below the window, uncaring of the rain, who was training himself by
carefully aiming his kunai towards a human�shaped puppet tied to a pole some
feet away, missing most of the hits but managing to hit it once in a while.
�Ok� that is absolutely not possible� Naruto muttered, pushing himself
away from the window. His hands were trembling again. �Apparently my sanity�s
gone, just like yours��
And yet, he had to admit that Itachi could be right�
Since the kid underneath the window, practicing, was a much younger
version, much younger, of Sasuke.
�Shit�.
��
Cepheus: end of
the first chapter. Review?
Mildly Important Note: I am not sure of it, but this story might need a sequel. So, what do
you think of it? Akatsuki!Naruto or Itachi returning to Konoha? This is just a
random question, but I want to know your opinion :P so if you want, drop me a
comment?
Glossary: (to those that are not
familiar with Japanese)
Hi no Kuni � Country of fire.
Nami no Kuni � Wave country.
Ero�sennin � Perverted Hermit.
Onsen � hot
springs, basically, either natural or artificial.
Kuso � it�s
the Japanese version of the exclamation �shit!� or �damn!�.
Genjutsu � illusionary technique that attacks the chakra coils around the eyes
of a person, creating hallucinations that can be controlled by the caster.
Doujutsu � Special techniques of the illusion or
hypnotic type, using eyes. They are a branch of Genjutsu, and can include any type of techniques that are meant to
cause sleep, disorientation, dizziness, pain or confusion.
Jiji �
contraction used to say �grandpa� in a sort of familiar way, a bit on the mocking
side but it�s not as an insult. Not as formal as it should be.
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