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      Published: 2014-02-05 Updated: 2014-11-05 Chapters: 10/13 Words: 18785
****** Twisted Sight ******
by Cadilus_(Ahsurika)
Summary
     Gaara was right. Hinata, too, had been right. Even Sasuke, in his
     way, had tried to show him the truth. They should never have made him
     Hokage. They should never have let him live. Because he, Naruto
     Uzumaki, was Tobi's final trump card.
Notes
     It's not hard to guess how Naruto ends. The triumph of good, love and
     brotherhood finding a way, the world (led by Naruto as Hokage) easing
     into an era of everlasting peace, etc, etc. Sacrifices and
     destruction, but in the end Naruto's vision succeeding.
     But what if it didn't? What if it all fell apart? Welcome to the
     warped ending…
     (Disclaimer: This fic diverges at chapter 599 and does not take it,
     or any successive chapters, into account. However, I can't guarantee
     that there aren't pieces here and there that match up with the
     canon.)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Three minutes before War's End…
Tobi:
The death of the man called Tobi is a surprisingly modest affair.
Much more modest than he would have desired. He was so close to ruling
absolutely, to obtaining the truest power, power the other Uchiha had
recognized and obtained but always shied away from, power over the mind.
He would have become a god, and with his death would have been the world's end.
The end of life, the end of the universe…the end of time itself. But most
importantly, the end of war. War, that had taken so much from the world (so
much from him) and left nothing but headstones.
Then the Uzumaki kid interfered, and all his careful preparations unraveled in
a few short years.
Now there's no one here. No one but the Fourth's brat, the old failure Kakashi,
the tailed beasts (tools, nothing more), and the youth-obsessed fool to witness
a chance at true peace fade.
But he will not let this boy's victory last.
Every plan must have a fallback, a backup, in the event that the original plan
becomes unsalvageable. Tobi likes to think that his is among the more brilliant
this world has seen.
You never suspected this, Itachi. You could never have prepared for it. I hope
you're watching…
"Dimensional Mangekyo Sharingan," he gasps. His body is melting away with every
breath. "Twisted…Twisted Sight Technique. Spiral…Seal."
The Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki hears his voice and leans in. "What's the matter? "
Tobi doesn't answer. Instead, he holds the boy's penetrating glare, even as his
Sharingan finally loses its sight.
Those blue eyes. So clear and bright. They will darken. They will fill with
anguish, and hate, and…despair. You will destroy everything you love,
everything…everything you fight for, and when…when you finally…understand…when
you once again look upon the world…with those eyes…those eyes…his eye…
Naruto:
The Rinnegan's light fades. Its revolving shades of violet slowly pale, leaving
only milky emptiness.
Naruto makes a face at the remains of the body. "He's gross."
Kakashi's eyes shimmer even as his expression tightens in anger. "I don't
understand. War creates evil out of the best of us, but this twisted monster…"
The three of them watch as the body slowly melts, dissolving, leaving the
shadow of a skeleton imprinted in the ground.
"His drive was as strong as yours, Naruto," Kurama says into the silence.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Naruto growls, offended.
Kurama laughs. "Don't mistake my meaning, boy. He was as corrupted now as he
was on the night you were born…but he didn't begin that way. He began as you
did."
Naruto frowns, worried. He'd beaten Tobi…but he hadn't convinced him. He hadn't
shown his enemy the truth. In a way, he'd failed. Could it be possible that his
answer…Jiraiya's answer… "What are you saying? That I might turn out like him?"
"I'm telling you to be careful," Kurama growls. "I'm telling you that by the
time you realize you're on that path, it's long past too late. You won't like
this, but…stay away from the Uchiha boy."
A tired smile crosses Naruto's face. "You know I can't do that."
"Then there is little I can do for you," Kurama says sourly, his teeth bared.
Soon, the army arrives – too late to help, but unneeded after all. Wide-eyed,
they stare at the ruins of the masked man, the one whose plans had killed
thousands and set the world ablaze. They surround Naruto, slap him on the back,
laugh in awe and joy, ask him about the battle, and he revels in the calm swell
of peace. The war is over.
And yet.
He can't shake the terrible feeling that it isn't finished after all. That the
masked man who'd started everything had played one final card.
But he ignores his apprehension. He ignores it because he has no other choice.
Because, though the war is over, Naruto has a greater struggle ahead. The
greatest battle he will ever fight.
Sasuke is waiting.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Four days after War's End…
Sasuke:
For all his anger, for all his desire to break away from them…it seems
strangely fitting that, at the end of all things, Team 7 is together.
His breath comes in short gasps. Even that is a struggle – Sasuke has used so
much of his reserves that he couldn't lift himself if he wanted to. He can only
see out of one eye – all it took was one moment of indecision, one slight
opening, for Kakashi to scorch the other. Whether the blindness is temporary or
permanent, he cannot tell.
He can barely remember the fight. Images pop in and out of his mind, fire and
explosions and the heart-pounding exertions of hand-to-hand. Sakura,
Kakashi…their faces, their fists, their blood. They're still breathing, lying
unconscious on the rock, but Sasuke is already looking elsewhere.
For the one who'd found him, time and time again.
Naruto is standing apart. He is trembling with obvious exhaustion, but Sasuke
cannot help but notice that he stands straight and tall.
Bastard. So he was the stronger.
Sasuke's vision shimmers, and an odd thought crosses his mind. Of course he was
stronger. He fought for peace, to break the cycle of hatred that has gripped
this world of despair for so long.
Sasuke shakes his head. No. His defeat is unacceptable. It could not have been
a mere power contest, he was supposed to be the strongest. Orochimaru, Madara,
they'd seen his potential, Itachi had nurtured it, he'd gathered every scrap of
power, of strength, and he will not –
But amid the murky fragments of memory, one scene flares. Naruto, standing
before him, a rasengan to match his chidori.
"After all this time, Sasuke, I'm still here."
From his position by the cliff's edge, Naruto is watching him. There's no
hatred in his stern look, but it's not one that promises peace, either. It
yields nothing, hides nothing, pretends nothing.
It's a challenge, and it's the most inviting thing Sasuke has ever seen.
Their paths led them here. Such different roads, yet always to the same
destination. To each other, once again. No matter how much, how far Sasuke had
run, Naruto always followed.
Is that so bad? Somehow, his view of me has never changed. Everything I did,
and still he just wanted to be stronger than I. I put him down. I left Konoha,
destroyed his team, joined his enemies. I did everything I could…
…to beat him.
He sits up.
No time like the present. Let's go again, Naruto.
It's as if the blond can hear his thoughts. He grins, a wolfish smile that
lights his whiskered face, makes his blue eyes glow with anticipation.
And Sasuke can't help but smile back.
No words for them. Speech would be a waste of breath, extra air interfering
with the space between their fists.
But perhaps, just for now, they can put their endless combat to rest.
"If only I could allow it to be so."
Sasuke frowns. He has only a moment to wonder why the voice sounds so familiar
before the pain hits.
It's focused and sharp, a needle ripping into his remaining sight. Its
suddenness brings his energy back in a massive rush, and black fire rips the
skies above him with a terrible screech. Sasuke screams with it, clawing at his
eye, certain that if he can't tear it from his skull he will die.
Better if he does. Somehow, his eye has been cursed, but at least it will
finish him quickly, and then its power, if not gone, won't be able to –
"Sasuke!"
They're running to him. He's falling. Whether they can reach him before he
enters oblivion only time will –
Sasuke blinks.
He blinks again.
He is alive. More than that, the pain is gone. All that remains is an itch
around his blind…no. Not blind.
The world is as it had been before the battle…or longer. He feels clean, fresh,
as if everything that had happened since he fought his brother – since he
awakened his Sharingan, even – had never taken place. His vision lacks the
exquisite detail it used to have, but in some ways that only makes it better.
Less complicated, more pure.
It's a wonderful feeling.
The sun is high in the sky. Hours have passed, that much is clear. Maybe days:
free of his dead, cursed Sharingan, he feels like he just woke from a lifelong
sleep.
"Sasuke!"
Even Sakura's voice doesn't evoke the irritation it usually does. The thought
makes him chuckle as he turns to his teammates.
Sakura's eyes glisten as she laughs, mistaking his amusement for the relief she
clearly feels. After a moment, she reaches out to him, placing a hand on his
shoulder. Sasuke understands her hesitation: after everything she's been
through around him…
Kakashi cocks his head but says nothing. Sasuke nods, ignoring the phantom pain
where Kakashi had blinded him only a short time ago. It will be a long time
before he and his old mentor repair the damage he's caused, but he's willing to
make the effort.
And Naruto, looking even more tired than before, his…expression…
Sasuke blood freezes.
What have you done?
They kneel beside him, joy bright in their faces. Sasuke's horror goes
completely unnoticed.
"You gave us a shock." Kakashi's words come as if through water. "Overusing the
Sharingan was a stupid risk –"
No, you idiots. I know what overuse feels like. It's not that.
"– and if Sakura hadn't been here, you'd be dead right now." Predictably,
Sakura blushes furiously. "We had to remove your eye…a painful process, and we
weren't sure…"
Sasuke ignores him – he can't tear himself away from Naruto's eyes.
One blue, and one black.
Clearly unsettled by his rival's intense stare, Naruto grins uncertainly. "You
alright, Sasuke? Did the healing work?"
"You have my eye," Sasuke rasps.
Naruto nods enthusiastically, but Sasuke's fresh, wonderfully clean vision sees
what lies beneath. Under Naruto's eyes are already the faintest lines of
weariness, the slightest shadows revealing the beginnings of the Sharingan's
influence.
"I wanted you to be able to see clearly…you couldn't keep the Sharingan in its
current state, we needed it out, but then you'd only have one eye, so I lent
you one of mine. Figured that's what a good friend should do, right?"
You idiot. You should have let me pay the price. This can't happen.
His rival - for Sasuke can't deny the truth of it - laughs, spreading his arms
wide. "Kurama, though, he can handle it, no problem! I can even see out of it,
he healed its vision, but –"
Not only for the pride of the Uchiha, but also for the sake of Konoha. You have
too much power at your fingertips…and it will corrupt you long before you can
learn to control it.
Blind though he may sometimes be, Kakashi is no fool. He peers intently at
Sasuke, who gives no indication of the ominous thoughts coursing through his
mind. He might…no. He allowed this. I can't trust him.
Naruto, my teammates, my…friends…you give me no choice.
An Uchiha curse and the Kyuubi's chakra…Naruto is too dangerous. If he lives,
he will bring death to the world. There's no other possible outcome. For the
safety of the village, Sasuke cannot allow this abomination to exist. Even if
it means his life, his rival's...hisfriend's life, he must act.
Wouldn't you agree, brother?
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sixteen days after War's End…
Sakura:
Four shinobi guard the hallway to his cell. Four that Sakura can see, anyway,
which means at least twice those wait in the shadows cast by the few torches.
If the Anbu aren't also keeping watch on the sole ward of Konoha's prison,
Tonton has wings.
Even without his Sharingan, they see him as a threat.
A scarred man, a full head taller than she and twice as broad, steps into her
path. His craggy face is as suspicious as ever – she'd never made any secret of
her feelings for Sasuke.
He's not this dangerous, I removed his weapon so I know, he doesn't pose a
threat to…to…
"Sakura, child, I don't know what you think you'll gain by –"
She shoves past him without slowing. Nothing will stop her right now. She has
to know why.
Why, Sasuke, why?
There's no door. Just thick bars, steel woven with chakra, and darkness beyond.
"Sasuke!" she calls into the cell.
Ringing echoes are the only answer she gets. The torches behind her aren't
close enough to penetrate the blackness; beyond the bars, she can make out
nothing. "I know you're awake, Sasuke. Talk to me!"
She's terrified that he won't answer her – that he'll never speak to her again.
That –
"Still annoying."
A shadow stirs, detaching itself from the darkened cell, and there he stands.
"Sasuke," Sakura breathes, relieved.
His aloof, handsome face – even now, covered in a web of scars, it makes
Sakura's heart skip a beat – is cold. "What are you doing here?" he rasps.
H-how? That's all you can say to me? "T-to understand what you're doing here."
His unblinking gaze is shuttered, so she continues, "I thought you'd changed.
After I switched your – you came back, you promised to help pull the ninja
world together. You promised."
Sasuke takes a deep breath. His face is carefully composed, the expression of a
man who knows his death approaches and refuses to show he fears it. "I have
changed. Everything I do now is to protect the village from –"
"You tried to kill Naruto!"
"And?"
He's hurting her again. Not the cold lightning shivering in her gut, but the
bland distaste in his eyes as her thirteen-year-old self begs him not to run
away.
She wants to scream, to hit him, to hug him, to stab him, to tear his prison
apart, to – anything but to cry.
Stop crying!
"Sakura." The hard earnestness in his voice draws her attention. "Yes, I tried
to kill him. I entered his house – he still sleeps there, you know – and tried
to assassinate Naruto Uzumaki, the Jinchuuriki, Sage, and Hokage. And I'd do it
again. If I still had my eye, perhaps it wouldn't have been such a one-sided
fight."
If she shakes her head hard enough, maybe it'll knock the words out. Scatter
these terrible thoughts. Shake these feelings away.
"I just can't believe I failed. That Sharingan-wielding bastard played both of
us and now he's going to destroy everything I—"
"Sasuke, stop!"
Through her watery vision she can just discern his shock.
Please, just…
"I – all you've done the last few years has hurt us. Hurt me. I just…I just
want it to stop. Just…I want things to go to how they should be. And you act
like you don't want that."
For the briefest moment, his expression loosens. For the first time in all the
years she's watched and known him, he shows her his mind.
"I…I'm sorry, Sakura. All I've ever done…I'm sorry."
Her fragile heart splits.
Sasuke cocks his head, a hint of wonder touching his face. His eyes never leave
hers. "Odd. I…hmm. Forgiveness is impossible, it has to be, but – it's a
strange sensation, to – I can almost imagine wanting it. What it would be
like…to get it."
It's yours. "You know I forgive you, Sasuke!" A ray of hope in the confusion of
her stormy mind – even she gave up on him once, but there was someone who never
did. Someone they trusted and loved. "And you know Naruto will, too. He always
has. He understands you. He'll always stand up for you."
We can fix this.
Then Sasuke barks out a laugh.
"You want to believe him, don't you?"
Sakura stares. Her hope vanishes.
"Of course you do. You all do, and why not? He saved the village and did
everything he said he would. But who do you think put me here?"
No.
"You should've seen him. When I tried to kill him. He didn't look betrayed. He
looked enraged. Like a ruler who'd – no, like a god facing rebellion for the
first time."
No, he…he's Hokage. He had to – they made him, the Konoha elders, the Anbu –
But she can't fool herself. No one makes Naruto do anything.
"I know what you're thinking, Sakura. It was his duty. They made him do it.
Something's off." She turns away from his pitying eyes – the black of the
unfairly-despised and the blue of the boy he tried to kill – but she can't stop
herself from listening. "And you know, you're not wrong. It'll nag at you, claw
at your deepest thoughts, and because you're not half-stupid you'll figure it
out eventually.
"But...not today."
He shakes his head. "You asked why I'm here…I'm here because Naruto wants me to
be here. I'm here because he's not himself anymore. The…friend who forgave me
is already on the path to destruction, and he's taking me with him."
She can't breathe.
"And it won't end here. A cycle doesn't end with one death."
He smiles, a self-mocking smirk that is agony and fear and amusement and
disgust rolled into one terrible expression that sends Sakura fleeing. His last
words to her roll up the hall before she can slam the door.
"I'm just the first."
Seventeen days after War's End…
Naruto:
It rains on the day Sasuke is marched to his execution.
Battered and bruised, blood streaming freely from infected wounds, he
nevertheless holds his head high. Water traces the scars of surgery, framing
his eyes in designs as intricate as any sigil. No shame, no regret line his
angular face.
The assembled shinobi watch him like a hawk, but he doesn't acknowledge them.
The villagers throw jeers and insults, yet it's clear he shivers only at the
wind and cold. He's powerless, he lacks a Sharingan, …and his every step makes
it clear that none of those watching are worth his time.
There's only one person whose existence he'll acknowledge.
Sasuke.
Naruto stands at the fore of those assembled – the entire village, if his guess
is correct. They all want to see the death of the boy who'd tried to
assassinate their beloved Hokage.
Sasuke's execution. Sasuke's.
Dammit, I wanted this. Had I known it would be this hard…but I gave him every
chance. Every chance. I did everything I could to bring him back. Why, Sasuke,
why?
The water on his face is warm.
Lifting a hand for silence, he steps forward. Sasuke watches him. Neither of
them has much interest in ceremony, and they both know it. Nevertheless, as the
gathered villagers settle into quiet anticipation, they say nothing, letting
the seconds drag into minutes.
And because they know each other so well, so intimately, they're both painfully
aware that neither of them quite believes that this is happening.
"You know what I'm going to ask you," Naruto finally says. Beneath his thoughts
lies an odd sense of calm, of expectation.
Sasuke's blue and black eyes – I thought taking the Sharingan from him would
save him from madness, not drive him down the path – are the only thing in the
world. "I do."
"Then answer."
His unblinking stare is beginning to unnerve (and…infuriate?) Naruto. "I'm
surprised you still have the presence of mind to care. Or are you just covering
your tracks? I'm sure, as Hokage, you'll draw fire from somewhere, no matter
what your views on peace."
Just tell me! "Dammit, Sasuke, why did you try to kill me?"
The black-haired Uchiha sighs. "What do you want me to say? That I knew I'd
never be accepted by anyone in this village except you and Sakura, no matter
what I did to atone? That you alone hold more power than any twenty shinobi
together? That by winning you failed to end the cycle of hatred?"
His smile exudes both sadness and condescension. "All I know is that I cannot
tell you the truth. You won't believe it, because he wouldn't want you to.
Better that Konoha discover the truth on its own, untainted by my words. That
way, there might be an end to your reign of terror."
Very well.
A powerful surge of chakra and the villagers scream, terrified by the all-too-
familiar sight of the Kyuubi's strongest weapon.
"This is your response?" Sasuke finally blinks past wide eyes. "You're farther
gone than I thought."
Naruto snarls. "I'm all here, Sasuke," he spits through gritted teeth, "and
I've made my decision. This ends now."
"Wait." A note of pleading enters Sasuke's voice. "For your sake, at least
think about it. I had nothing but my lightning – you had the Kyuubi, a
Sharingan, and the entire world at your back. Why would I attack you? The
answer's right in front of you."
He's right.
Hesitation –
– and during that pause, he's not alone. Naruto shakes his head vigorously,
trying to rid himself of a terrible feeling of being…recognized by something
that isn't human. Something that isn't even entirely real. It flickers and
shudders beneath his thoughts. The scene before him winks in and out of his
uncertain vision.
With one final shake, the feeling disappears.
So do his doubts.
The black-haired boy before him shakes his head in disbelief. "So this is what
it feels like to play the fool. I think we finally understand each other."
Naruto ignores the jab. His Tailed Beast Ball churns above him. "Last words,
Sasuke?"
Sasuke laughs – a terrible cackle, high-pitched, tinged with madness and
terror. "You can't even imagine the madness you face. I saw the
danger, Irecognized what was wrong, I tried to act. Only me, heir to the Uchiha
clan, strongest shinobi in the world. Eventually you'll get it, Naruto.
You're nothing. Just another failure who thought he could force peace."
Fury crawls over Naruto: an odd, detached anger with a cold center. No, Uchiha,
I haven't failed. You have. Know your despair.
As the explosion rocks the valley, shaking stones and streams of rain from the
Fourth's chiseled face, he doesn't even notice that the thought is not his own.
Chapter End Notes
     I remember this chapter being a lot more fun to write than I had
     originally thought it would be. Poor Sasuke.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Nineteen days after War's End…
Hinata:
Naruto…
This is not like him, she knows. She's watched him for far too long not to know
when he's acting strange, and Sasuke's death was the opposite of everything
he'd stood for until now.
It must be the Sharingan. She knows that as well – her Byakugan has told her
much in the past twenty-four hours. The curse is dark in her penetrating
vision, a slowly twisting cloud around Naruto's head that makes her sick. It
has caused this. It must have.
But did the curse originate with Sasuke, or is there something more sinister at
work?
No matter. That is a question for Sakura or Kakashi. My job is to show Naruto
the light.
He's sitting at the ramen shop, unsurprisingly, laughing with the store's
keepers. They're a little hesitant, reserved, probably as a result of the
manner of Sasuke's death. Even so, the new Hokage has always been charming to
those with the eyes to see, and their cheer in his company is genuine.
She walks over, her stride slow. She'd once intended to speak to him about her
feelings, about them, but his ascension to Hokage threw her plans awry, and now
the knowledge of the curse makes her wary. Dealing with it must take precedence
over everything, even her love.
His safety is the most important thing.
"Hey, Hinata!"
As usual, his greeting sends a thrill through her. "Hi, Naruto."
He peers at her. His new dark eye, once Sasuke's, is extraordinarily
disconcerting. "What's up, Hinata? You look down. Want to join me?"
"Naruto…"
She twiddles her fingers. Now that she's here, she's unsure just how to
proceed. Is she being too forward? She couldn't have missed anything,
she must be correct, but confronted with that smile, that handsome face, she
panics. How could she broach such a dangerous subject?
Naruto would just say it.
"I think you should give me the Sharingan."
He frowns, confused. "Hinata…I took this on myself to ease Sasuke's pain. Even
if…it's still my burden to bear. I don't want you to have to deal with it."
"But it's not good for you. It's not safe."
Naruto chuckles, confidence and relief radiating off him. "Don't worry about
me, Hinata. Kurama is handling the side effects, and there are no Uchiha alive
to control it."
Hinata shivers at how nonchalantly he brushes aside his best friend's
murder. As if I needed further proof. "Naruto, listen to me, that eye
is cursed. If you keep it, you'll die!"
Her panic seems to have unsettled him. His expression is worried – knowing him,
as much for her demeanor as for her words. Oh, Naruto…
"Are you sure? I mean, how could it…hmm. I guess…you have the Byakugan, so—"
She spots it the moment it happens. The dark pupil expands, pushing Naruto's
eye wide open. Within its darkness, Uchiha designs dance, faint symbols that
would not be visible to any without the Hyuuga clan's honed eye for detail. And
then, as soon as they appeared, the symbols vanish. The eye is normal once
more.
But Naruto is not. He stands, all humor gone from his expression.
And he is completely unaware of the change.
Fear grips her. This isn't a Naruto she's used to, not one she's ever seen, and
suddenly she recalls what he's known for. Hokage and a Sage, the Nine-Tails
Jinchuuriki, a powerful ninjutsu user, the boy who'd taken down the masked
Madara and true Madara alike, who'd single-handedly turned the tide of the
Fourth War, who'd defeated Sasuke. Who on top of all that now possessed
a Sharingan.
And still, her friend.
Her breathing settles, determination setting in. It's unlikely he'll accept
what she's saying, not with the Sharingan guiding him. Words will not reach
him.
"You won't have it, Hinata. I need it. Good day."
If it means we must fight, so be it.
She pivots, putting out a threatening hand. "Then I will take it from you."
Naruto blinks, shocked, and her heart trembles. "So this is it, then."
Hinata nods. "There is no other way to help you see."
A shadow crosses his face, and when he meets her eyes again his Sharingan is
active. The sight of it chills her, and she gulps. "My vision is fine, thank
you."
Shaking her head, a tear dropping to disappear in the drying mud of the street.
"You know, I'm surprised to see another friend turn on me. Sasuke, Sasuke…his
betrayal at least made sense. And of anyone, you."
No, Naruto. It may seem like betrayal now, but afterward you will remember that
I would never let you down. All I do is for you.
"It's not what you think it is. Byakugan."
She'd aim for the Sharingan. There was the trouble, there was the
evil, there was the corruption that had taken Naruto unawares. That eye was the
source. She would have to take it out before he took her down. A small target,
one that would require extreme precision to reach.
But everything else is Naruto. I won't miss.
He laughs. It might seem natural, friendly, if not for the eerie red-and-black
glare of his borrowed right eye. "You're strong, Hinata, you've proven it time
and time again. But I've faced the Byakugan before, and I'm beyond you. You
should back down while you still can."
"I won't give in, Naruto," she says, crouching, preparing for what she knows
lies ahead. "I won't let you continue down this path. I won't ever give up on
the people I love."
I will help you understand.
"That's my Ninja Way."
Naruto:
Their fight isn't a battle. It's murder.
A few deep breaths, a surge of chakra from Kurama, and he has recovered. Easy.
Bleeding from a million infinitesimal cuts, Hinata crawls toward him. Every
inch elicits a soft cry of agony. Naruto is bemused that she can even move at
all – his Rasenshuriken is not kind to its targets, to say the least. Of
course, she is – was – strong. He'd always known it.
Perhaps she was my last battle. Finally, there is peace.
But there's no rush of victory, no contentment. There's only emptiness, a hole
lined with regret where satisfaction should reign.
There will be peace now, won't there? Won't there?
He looks down, his brow furrowed in his bewilderment. This wasn't Tobi or
Orochimaru, enemies through and through. This wasn't even Sasuke, the friend
who'd betrayed him, who'd tried to kill him. What was it she'd said?
"It's not what you think it is."
This was –
"Naruto…"
Her trembling voice cuts through his anger, through his fear, through the thick
cloak of orange energy that he had wrapped around himself.
It cuts him to the core – and beyond, to a part of him he hadn't even known was
hidden. It hits him like lightning.
Hinata!
Her eyes lock on his, and for a moment he can read her very soul in them. Her
love, her regret, her sadness – but not hate, never hate – washes over him,
floods him, so deep that he knows he may never surface, that he may drown in
it, that he deserves to drown.
I didn't – I never – Hinata – you – I'm sorry, I'm so sorry –
A quiet sigh escapes her, and her pale eyes go blank.
Horror slams into him. Naruto staggers under the blow, trying to regain his
balance, stability, understanding, anything, but there's nothing he can do
against the feelings now bombarding him.
What have I done?
She knew something was wrong. She fought for his safety. She stood up to him
when no one else did, gave voice to the uncertainty and dread that took him in
his sleep, forced him to face his fears rather than laugh them aside. All for
him.
And this was how he repaid her friendship. Her love.
I…I killed…Hinata, why?
Sasuke, regret in the expression behind the crackling lightning he wielded.
Kurama, his rage after the battle subsiding into quiet bitterness. And now
Hinata.
It's all gone so wrong.
No more thoughts of peace. He knows now where that drive has led. He'll resign,
he'll submit to the elders' judgment, to Tsunade's, his comrades',
anything, anything to –
A prickling sensation on the back his neck causes him to look up.
He scans the crowd that has gathered, sees their horror, their condemnation.
For a moment his vision shimmers, red-tinged from his borrowed Sharingan.
His skin goes cold.
But of course.
He is a monster, is he not? They have always seen him this way. Always treated
him like an animal. When he wanted to be recognized, they scorned him as an
outcast. And now he is their monster again. It is just as it was before, when
he was young.
Not quite.
I am Hokage now. Konoha's chained monster rules.
Footsteps behind him. Slow, erratic, jittery. He can feel it resonating with
Kurama's chakra: a terrible anger, rage, hatred, and only contained, not
controlled.
Naruto turns.
It's Neji.
"All she ever wanted…"
His voice is but a ragged whisper, scraping the air between them.
"…all she ever desired…"
Kneeling beside her, he bows his head. The tears flow freely, darkening the
dirt, mixing with the red already there. Naruto waits, his heart heavy as stone
– and as yielding.
When the jounin lifts his head, his Byakugan are active, and his glare is
fierce.
"…was to be like you."
Yes. I know.
The breeze ruffles his hair. Hinata is dead, dead by his hand, and he knows her
eyes will haunt him forever…but he cannot linger on it. He cannot stop now. The
village needs him, whether they want it or not.
Neji scratches his fist on the ground, through the shallow muddy pool, and when
the pride of the Hyuuga clan, standing, points his fist at his enemy, it drips
with his dead cousin's blood.
"No matter what I must do, no matter what it costs me, you, Naruto…will die."
As the words ring in Naruto's ears, Neji vanishes.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 5 *****
Twenty-four days after War's End…
Kakashi:
We have to halt this madness.
Sasuke was one thing. Trying to kill Naruto was well past the boundaries of
sanity, especially after the loss of his Sharingan. The power disparity was
simply too great. But Sasuke must have known this – so why strike anyway?
An Uchiha, Sharingan lost…but with Naruto's clear sight. He thought something
was wrong.
Hinata's death was something else, but even that…incident…could be passed over.
Not ignored, no – he's known Kurenai for far too long to think she would take
her pupil's death in stride. If she weren't so far into her pregnancy, she'd
probably already have attacked Naruto.
But Hinata did strike first – as horrified as they are by Naruto's actions,
every eyewitness claims that she was the aggressor. A true friend, and a
Byakugan-user…
If it had ended there, they could have taken Naruto to trial, learned his
purpose, understood his reasons. The village would have accepted that. But
after this…
"Kakashi!"
As I feared. Heart sinking, he turns.
They're all watching him. Kurenai, arms crossed over her chest, trembling in
fury. Guy, cradling the young Hyuuga heir, Hinata's little sister, in a tender
embrace she can no longer feel. Ibiki, his usual stony expression frozen into
ice. Anko, attended by several Anbu, stands off to the side.
And Tsunade. One hand on her cane, the other arm wrapped around Shizune's
shoulders, she looks a shell of her former self and still has more presence
than the rest of them put together.
The former Hokage lashes him with her fiercest glare. "Could you have seen this
coming?"
Kakashi cocks his head. A flippant remark comes to mind, but he suppresses the
urge. In the ravaged Hyuuga residence, watched by dozens of staring, sightless
Byakugan, it's simply not the place.
"He's Hokage now," he reminds her. Tsunade winces, and he regrets the words –
it wasn't her fault she'd consented to relinquish the position. Not entirely.
"I can't force him to keep me in his confidence. He hasn't asked for–"
"Shut up, Kakashi." Guy's voice is serious, which in Kakashi's experience means
he's liable to kill someone. "Stop treating him like he's just a boy who won't
listen."
Kakashi raises an eyebrow. Careful. With Neji's murder, he's lost as much as
Kurenai. "Is he not?"
Guy snarls, a tiger in human form. "Ignore Sasuke if you want, but don't act
like this didn't happen. No Hokage of mine walks into a house and slaughters an
entire clan."
"Nor mine," Kakashi responds evenly, though he knows they're all thinking of
Itachi. Their silence confirms it. And they know the truth of the renegade
Uchiha, enough to make them pause at ordering Naruto's immediate slaughter.
The entire clan…the only family with eye powers to match the Sharingan…the
family whose eyes could strip away any mask. "But I think you have the right
idea, Lady Tsunade. Look at the murders – the identities of those slain. If we
investigate—"
"What is there to investigate?" Ibiki grumbles, shifting his massive weight.
Kakashi scowls, but Ibiki ignores him. "He's a threat to the whole village now.
Tonight it was the Hyuuga clan; tomorrow it might be the Sarutobi." Kurenai
flinches, clearly thinking of her unborn child. "Or the Anbu. Then what?"
"Orochimaru returns, and we fight." Anko licks her lips. Caught by her
mesmerizing eyes, Kakashi feels the same shiver he'd feel facing a snake.
"Akatsuki attacks Konoha, and we fight. Our old masked friend raises an army,
and we fight. Yet the Hyuuga are slaughtered, and you hesitate. Has peace made
you soft, Copycat?"
"You call this peace?" Kurenai hisses. "Hinata's death, that was peace?"
Taken aback by the other woman's venom, Anko blinks rapidly. "N-no. I only
meant—"
"Enough."
They turn to Tsunade. With her hair falling over her face, they can't see her
expression, but none miss her trembling. "I thought…I supported him because of
his dream. I stepped down gladly, not bitterly, because I know…knew…him. I
thought he would make his dream a reality."
"…I…we were wrong."
Sentence passed. The boy we love is declared dead.
But then, who am I to judge?
"Kakashi! Where are you going?"
He lifts a hand as he strides away. "My student. My responsibility. If it must
be done, I will do it. Meet me at the Hokage's office in one hour – if I fail,
he'll be weakened. Take care of Sakura, Tsunade – you'll need her and Yamato
together to restrain the Kyuubi."
Naruto, I will strip away this mask.
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He doesn't go to the Hokage's office.
He's not sure where they'll gather – if they had the elder Nara's tactical
sense, they'd convene underground. It's the only place they can hope to avoid
the vigilance of Naruto's shadow clones.
Then again, if Naruto has clones watching over the village while he sleeps,
they've already lost.
This gets me nowhere. Moving does.
Naruto was never comfortable with the place – after all, he only saw the inside
when he was in some kind of trouble. Even after his ascension, his appearances
there surprise Kakashi, though. The boy would never sleep there if he could
help it.
And so Kakashi finds himself watching the door of an apartment building –
average, nondescript, one of hundreds that Yamato built in the aftermath of
Pain's assault.
The residents of this building likely don't realize they're still housing the
most powerful shinobi in the world. Even if they did know, they're innocent as
infants. If this goes sour…
No. He will succeed. He has to.
For Naruto's sake.
A whisper, a flutter, and he crouches on Naruto's windowsill –
"Are…are you here to kill me, Kakashi-sensei?"
Kakashi pauses.
His target is on the far side of the darkened room, where the moon's light
doesn't quite touch him. Curled up in a chair, gazing out at his visitor with
baleful eyes, he looks more lost than Kakashi can remember.
Dropping lightly into the room, Kakashi fixes Naruto with a searching glare.
"Explain yourself."
Naruto flinches as if slapped, wrapping his arms tightly around his knees. "I…I
don't know what's happening to me, sensei. Sasuke tried to kill me, again, and
Hinata…Hinata…"
His lips tremble. "I killed her, Kakashi. She…she…"
He sounds so small, so helpless, that Kakashi almost believes it – no, he does
believe it. But he's not hearing everything. "And Neji?"
Naruto doesn't respond.
It's one thing to kill a man, Naruto, who approaches you with murder in his
eyes. It's another to rip off his limbs and paint the Hyuuga seal in his blood
in the middle of the street.
"Why did you massacre the Hyuuga clan?"
Blue eye and black watch Kakashi guardedly. "I couldn't trust them – Hinata was
not their favored daughter, but I could see their eyes. Kakashi-sensei, they
wanted me dead the instant they saw the body. Neji, Sasuke…I thought they were
my friends, and they…"
He stands suddenly, pacing. "All I can think of are masks, Kakashi. People look
at me and say one thing, but their eyes say the truth, or their bodies,
or…there's nowhere I can turn. I'm alone."
Kakashi nods slowly.
And then he understands.
The Sharingan. With the Byakugan, they could see something wrong with the
Sharingan. But Sasuke was burned out – he couldn't have cursed it himself, if
he'd even had the knowledge. Someone else had to, someone else with knowledge
of the Sharingan.
That's the mask Naruto's talking about – not theirs, but his. The one who
launched the war was an expert at dimensional manipulation, and what is the
mind but simply another plane on which to reside?
On impulse, he pulls down the cloth hiding his mouth and nose, takes a step
toward his student. "This is my face, Naruto. No more hiding. I'm on your side.
We'll fix this."
He's never shown his team this face before. Sasuke died without ever seeing it,
without ever seeing the weariness, the suffering brought on by decades of a
loneliness that was all his fault. He knew it would be too much for Sakura, too
familiar for Naruto. It's a burden he'd always wished to spare them.
But his student, Minato's son, needs a different kind of comfort now. Not
protection, but openness.
Sniffling, Naruto glances up through his tears, smiling. A full smile, true
appreciation. He looks like a man dying of thirst who'd just stumbled into a
freshwater pond. "I know, sensei. And…thank you. Please, find Sakura. With her
help, we can—"
He freezes. When he speaks again, the voice is not his. "So, my friend. You
show me what I feared to see."
Kakashi blinks. What?
In the dim light, one eye seems to be glowing.
Too late, Kakashi realizes the truth.
He'd exposed his Sharingan deliberately, both as a show of trust and to allow
him to dive right into combat if necessary, but only now does he realize the
threat it would represent to this cursed Naruto.
No, not just a curse, and not just Naruto.
His heart pounds in his ears.
"But you're honest, Kakashi," Naruto growls, baring his teeth in an eager
smile. "This much I'll give you. Even if you couldn't save anyone, at least you
recognize it – and you know I'm in here. Don't you?"
Kakashi clenches his fists. Looks like I failed after all. "So this is your
revenge. You cursed that eye, knowing Naruto would bear his friend's burden.
You twisted their bond that was closer than any you've ever known, turned it
into something poisonous."
He narrows his eyes. "If only you'd stayed dead."
Naruto lets out a low, hissing laugh. "Make sure of it next time, then. The
powers of the Uchiha are a wonder, aren't they?"
Suddenly, the maniacal rictus of amusement vanishes, leaving only a faint frown
on Naruto's face. "It's strange. The Hyuuga, Sasuke, even with the girl…I
didn't need to fight this hard to make him believe. His doubts hinder him, eat
away at him, and when he's killed you, another of his precious ones…I don't
know if I can…
"You're a failure, Kakashi…and yet, somehow…"
Rin…Third…sensei…
But they are gone, all of them, and he is alone.
Obito.
Dead. He should have been dead...
An orange shroud, darkened and stained with Sharingan designs, springs into
existence around the young Hokage, enveloping him, consuming him.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Twenty-four days after War's End…
Sakura:
"You may not come with us, Sakura."
Right, left, right, left.
They're going to kill him, and there's nothing she can do about it.
No, not just kill him, to hear the Anbu talk about it. Interrogated, of course.
Strung up to a lamppost by his ankles, tortured for sport, used as a test
subject for experimental jutsu. Locked up, to keep the Kyuubi shackled until a
replacement container could be found. Only then would he be unceremoniously
slaughtered, his body left to the crows.
Then they'd search for the source, try to discover which of the other villages
was behind this corruption, take revenge for Naruto and for the Hyuuga and even
for Sasuke, dig up the real enemy no matter what the cost.
So much for the end of war.
"Master, I – you know how he feels about me, if –"
"But I also know how you feel about him. Can you truly tell me that you want to
see him dead, that you want vengeance for Sasuke? Will you really use his love
for you against him, even with all that's happened? With what he's become? Open
up your heart and let me see."
And they dare ask her – command her – to stand aside. To push her heart aside.
Right, left.
"I thought not. You're not going. My word is final."
They'd make her watch as her best friend, her teammate, her…whatever he is to
her now…is taken from her.
Her next punch has chakra behind it, all but disintegrating the wall into a
dusty haze before her. Not that she'd be able to see it anyway, not with the
tears blurring her sight.
And now she's crying again. The hell with all of them.
There's no choice for her, and she knows it. There's only one course of action
she can take. Anything else will end with her in a cage, if not in an unmarked
grave. Of course, this way she'll still end up in either, more likely than not.
But this way, at least she'll get to speak to Naruto. On her own terms.
Master…Tsunade. I'm sorry.
She's at a run almost before she makes her decision. The ground drops away
beneath her as she bounds forward, racing against time she doesn't have. As
long as she can get to Naruto, she'll…what? What can she possibly do against
his death sentence? Help him fight them off? Not likely. She'd have betrayed
Konoha for –
– I don't want to see your face, Sasuke! You've hurt me enough without
reminding me how wrong I was... –
– but that was a long time ago, before she'd figured out who she was and who
she could be, and besides, she can't imagine she'd ever have taken up arms
against the village…
So she'll be there, with Naruto, refusing to let them take him without a fight,
hesitating to attack her fellow shinobi, just being a nuisance once
again. You're such an idiot, Sakura.
Besides, she's not entirely sure she doesn't want to just take Naruto down
herself. Tsunade can believe what she wants – she's forgetting that Sakura,
like her mentor, is willing to use a weapon out of love. Sakura's done it
before.
Like she could ever do it again.
As long as we're together at the end…
If only she could convince herself that's enough.
But it'll have to be. Sakura sighs, trying and failing to exhale the heavy
sorrow that keeps clamping onto her heart. I just have to be there. The rest…
She's sprinting across the plaza toward Naruto's apartment when the world goes
white.
Kakashi:
I should have seen it immediately. As soon as he locked Sasuke up.
He dodges, throwing himself into a roll. The instant his feet meet firm ground
he springs off toward the trees. Energy shrieks behind him, burying itself a
hundred feet in the dirt. Even with his eyes closed and his back to the
explosion, its afterimage sears the inside of Kakashi's eyelids.
Sasuke was brilliant and strong. Stronger than me. And he knew he never stood a
chance against this.
The earth heaves, leaping and roiling as if an enormous fist were slamming
against it. Kakashi has to use an alarming amount of chakra just to stay
standing.
Attack is useless. None of his thousand techniques will make a dent in Naruto's
defenses, and his Sharingan eye is already bleeding. He can't block the
Kyuubi's power. He can't copy sage techniques.
And even if he could, the damage has been done. Justice perverted, a clan
senselessly annihilated, and the most beloved ninja in Konoha (if not the
world) gone mad. Killing Naruto now, were it even possible, would only put them
back to square one, to a world torn by war and disillusioned with peace.
Naruto has to fix his dream himself.
Somehow...
The next tree branch snaps the instant his foot connects with it. As he
struggles to reorient himself, Kakashi realizes that he can't rely on anything
around him. With the trees at the mercy of Naruto's earth-shaking attacks, the
entire forest could collapse at any moment.
Something behind him sucks the air away, and his momentum dies. For a long
second, the world holds its breath. Kakashi, who knows immediately what's
coming, can't draw his own. Oh.
At least I'm outside the village –
Light flares.
Brighter than the desert sun, it paints the terrain before him in sharp colors,
each tree and blade of grass stark and shining. Even facing away, the flash
makes him squint. Kakashi's ears ring as if there's no other sound in the
world.
Then the shockwave hits, and the world loses all meaning.
His left hand catches in a branch almost twice his size and tears away in a
spray of blood. Kakashi spins, legs twisting, and a tree the size of a house
crumbles into charcoal an instant before it would have hit him. Something pops
in his back. A hundred knives stab his torso, either pebbles or splinters of
wood.
A rush of wind crashes into his ears.
Then nothing.
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He hears the crackling of the flames.
Whatever happened, it set the trees around him ablaze. All of the forest that
he can see is on fire.
It's all he can feel, too. There's only a phantom tingle where his legs should
be, though judging by their mangled and shattered appearance Kakashi is willing
to consider that a blessing. The ripped stump of his arm, though, that hurts.
And pain shoots through his torso with every labored breath. If he weren't half
upright, propped up by smooth stone, he's not sure he'd still be able to
breathe.
Unless Sakura or Tsunade shows up in the next minutes, I'm dead.
Straining, he turns his head.
Well. How appropriate.
He's leaning on the Konohagukure Memorial Stone. It gleams in the firelight,
liquid flames dancing on its dark stone. A few pieces have been chipped off,
but even in the dim glow Kakashi can tell that the names are still there.
When he looks up again, he's no longer alone.
Naruto kneels beside him and grips his head, fingers slowly pressing at the
skin around his Sharingan.
Not just slowly. Not hesitantly, either. They're intermittent, jerking
movements, as if trying to decide between caressing and clawing.
Keep fighting him, Naruto. I'll do my part.
He grabs the back of Naruto's neck with his remaining hand and pulls him close.
Naruto stare goes glassy, but from not from shock. Kakashi surges with pride –
his student is fighting as hard as he is, struggling to defeat the foreign
power in his mind.
Then Sasuke's Sharingan flickers, and Naruto's blue eye darkens. He's losing.
Fighting to an inevitable end, just like your parents. But I couldn't do
anything, then.
Kakashi's first words come up as blood, but he knows the phantom Uchiha
understands regardless. "Do you know where we are, friend?"
Naruto jerks out of his grasp, and Kakashi slumps. Only his remaining arm
draped on the memorial keeps him off the charred dust.
A laugh, wet with fluid, rips his insides. "I stood here every day, remembering
my comrades. Thinking about them, about what they did. Their lives. Their
deaths. Why they died." His lungs can't handle a full breath anymore, pain
blooming anew with every attempt. "Why I didn't."
Naruto twists wildly, desperate, somehow forcing the memorial to stay in sight
of his Sharingan. Kakashi slides further, all strength gone from his arm. "You
wonder if…worth it. Wonder…what you're supposed to do."
When his student, the sixth Hokage, faces him, his blue eye is bright. "I'm
sorry, Kakashi-sensei."
They won't let you live. They can't. But you know that. You understand. Tell
them. Tell them –
"Naruto, I believe in you."
The boy's - he's beaten you, Obito - grieving expression follows him into
darkness.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Twenty-four  days after War's End…
Sakura:
Stop.
A dull thud, and she's showered in dirt. She stumbles several yards before
regaining her feet.
Naruto, no.
A piercing whine screams in her ears. Purple and green blotches in her vision,
dark shapes moving in the painful blankness. Terror takes over. This light…it
isn't pure, cleansing light. It burns.
The ground bucks again beneath her. Sakura stumbles – and then what feels like
an enormous hand picks her up and throws her. The world spins, the stars and
buildings whirling into a meaningless blur of direction and space.
A wall, breaking behind her –
Stones falling soundlessly –
Movement in front of her, a shape darting forward –
Sakura blinks. Slowly, fighting her uncooperative limbs, she crawls to her
feet. The combat has brought her to the edge of the village. To the forest.
What used to be the forest.
Every tree for a half mile in front of her has been obliterated, nothing but
craters where they stood. Smoke rises from thousands of others as they burn,
the fire reaching to block out the stars.
Unable to hear, shaking so badly she can barely feel the ground beneath her,
Sakura gapes at the terrible sight. Her stomach heaves, and she falls to her
knees, retching violently. When she tries to breathe, she inhales only ash and
dust, and her coughing begins anew.
But she has to go on. No choice.
One halting step after another, she staggers toward her team's fate.
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Ash coats her shoulders, nestles in her hair, and lifts from the ground with
each fall of her boots. Some of it is finer, a whispering sand that used to
form some of the sturdiest rocks in the forest. Unlike the dull ash, it
glitters faintly in the moonlight.
Sakura's steps are even, deliberate. Steady, without rush or hesitation.
There's no room for anger, or grief, or even heartbroken hatred. Not even a
sense of purpose. There's only the inevitable.
This far from the heat of Naruto's destructive attack, charred stumps and
broken branches still litter the ground. Here and there a tree has escaped the
firestorm: roots pulled up from the ground, branches hanging limply. Strong
enough to endure the shockwave, but not to survive it.
As she walks toward Naruto, who lies in the dust some twenty yards from
Kakashi's bloody and mangled body, all she feels is numb.
Too slow. Again I fell behind. Again I couldn't help. Useless.
The dead air mutes even the smell of burning.
She crouches by her teammate's prone form, a kunai flipping into her hand.
There's only one thing left to do.
This is how Team 7 ends.
She looks to his face. Naruto's eyes are open and staring.
Maybe he knows she's there, maybe not. It doesn't matter. It won't change a
thing. The friends he killed. The clan he slaughtered. The mentor he turned on.
As a Konoha kunoichi, it's her duty to see him dead…and because, in spite of
everything, he is her friend, she'll do it herself.
Then she stops. Not his eyes.
His eye.
And it's his, too. Not the dark one he took from Sasuke, the bottomless pool
whose depths masked a lifetime of pain and anger and cruel indifference.
There's only a scratched, bloody socket where that one should be. No, Naruto's
remaining eye is the blue, layered in a guilty shadow.
A layer that thickens when he recognizes her.
"I beat him, Sakura," the blond teen mumbles, and something in his voice tells
Sakura he isn't talking about their dead sensei. Or is this just my own stupid
wish? "He wanted to control me, wanted to destroy my dream. But I took him
out."
And then cold understanding creeps into Sakura.
Oh.
OH.
Her hand glows dark blue, the color of the sea at the Land of Waves, as she
places it against his forehead. If it's risky to delve into a shinobi's
consciousness, it's dangerous to pry into one as strong as Naruto's. With the
Kyuubi unchained in his mind and who knows what else lurking in Naruto's
subconscious, it'd be suicide for most.
But her teachers and team have made her one of the best kunoichi the world has
ever seen…and if there's one thing she's always known, it's that Naruto
will never hurt her.
She encounters no enemy, but the signs are there. Many, obvious signs. A memory
glowing with Uchiha designs, a stray thought that could never have come from
Naruto's earnest idealism. There's a darkness lying over his prankster's humor
and unwavering loyalty…just a shadow, sickening remnants of the curse that had
afflicted him.
Mind control.
It had been in the Sharingan, the one he took. That's why Sasuke tried to kill
Naruto. Hinata must have seen it too, with her Byakugan…which in turn made the
whole Hyuuga clan into targets. And Kakashi…
Naruto must see her thought process on her face. His blue eye, so bright and
clear, fills up with tears. "But I – I wasn't…Sakura. The things I've done all
happened, didn't they? No, of course they did. I did them. I killed my friends,
I killed a whole clan, and I even –"
"Naruto." Sakura cradles his head to her chest, her own eyes watery. "I don't
know what'll happen. I can't tell you it'll be okay. Even if they believe you,
a lot has…you've done too much. In the last week and a half…"
She fights down a sudden surge of loss and revulsion. She will believe in her
teammate.
"…the village won't accept you back. Not after this."
He doesn't even flinch. "They'll kill me."
His trembling hand flutters against her cheek, and she drops her kunai to grab
it as tightly as she can. "Whatever happens, we face it as a team."
Naruto's chuckle comes out as a cough, but on his face is a smile. "No. I'll
give myself up. I don't need to be in charge of my dream anymore. If I face its
justice, if my life is needed to bring about peace…"
He passes out before she can protest his stupidity.
Gritting her teeth, Sakura floods her hands with chakra. A preliminary scan for
any physical injuries her mind-dive would have missed. It reveals the strain
from overusing powerful techniques, the burns Naruto sustained when he
destroyed the forest. It leads to the stained eye clutched in his hand.
He did it. The madness is over.
If he leaves, becomes a missing-nin, he has a chance. Sasuke survived with the
whole world arrayed against him. Naruto can do the same while she works to
clear his name. It will take years, but she can do it.
She just needs to get him out of here before anyone else –
"Sakura Haruno, move away from the boy."
Ibiki's voice rumbles like a bear's from somewhere behind her.
This is her chance to convince them, to tell Konoha the secret behind Naruto's
madness. Don't turn. Talk. Talk before they attack. "Ibiki, it's over. The
Sharingan that Naruto took from Sasuke was cursed with mind control. It's been
forcing him to kill anyone who could've revealed it was there, including Hinata
and the Hyuuga clan and-"
"Hush, girl." Anko's amused hiss cuts her off, and Sakura's hopes falter.
She looks behind her.
There are five of them. Ibiki is already wearing brass knuckles; even from this
far she can hear them buzz with chakra for gods-know-what techniques. Anko
twirls what appears to be a needle in her fingers. The other three are Anbu –
she's not sure which, so all she knows is that they were strong enough to be
sent after Naruto.
Individually, Sakura is stronger than any of them, but Anko and Ibiki are
specialized jounin. Between her poisons, his torture techniques, and whatever
specialties the Anbu have, they'll get past her. To Naruto.
Dropping Naruto's hand and picking up her kunai, Sakura stands and turns to
face them. If there are more, she won't know it until they kill her. She'll
just have to hold out as long as she can against all five.
Her thoughts must show in her face, because Ibiki's visage turns even grimmer.
"I see. There won't be any convincing you."
Sakura nods, and the cold weight of inevitability settles in her stomach.
"Yes."
Anko looks up from her needle, eyebrows arched. "You'll die for him?"
Anxiety tickles her stomach, and she tries to swallow past the lump in her
throat. The word comes out a strangled whisper. "Yes."
The five spread out to encircle her. "For what it's worth, Sakura," Ibiki says,
his gruff voice sounding almost apologetic, "I believe you. I can tell you
speak truth. But it doesn't change what he did. A clan is dead because of him,
a weapon we can't control. Konoha won't accept anything but –"
Infusing her right arm with chakra, Sakura slams a fist into the ground.
A loud boom, and ash leaps from the ground for a hundred yards around her.
Sakura's eyes dart this way and that, watching for the slightest shift in her
makeshift cloud.
Separate them. Blind them. Force them to fight on my terms.
Ibiki's massive frame barrels through the ash on her left. Shoving Naruto with
a flick of her foot, Sakura leans into his attack, meeting his brass-knuckled
fist with her own. The shockwave tosses both of them back.
Naruto!
Without hesitation Sakura hurtles herself back toward his prone body, reaching
it at the same time as Anko. The jounin's eyes widen as Sakura shatters the
needle between her fingers.
"Don't touch him!"
A quick barrage of blows, each twice as strong as the previous one, forces Anko
to the ground, but before Sakura can finish her off a meaty hand grabs her
wrist. Gasping, she tries to wrench her arm back in vain. With a contemptuous
snarl, Ibiki hurls her over his shoulder.
Years of training with Tsunade, however, have given Sakura not only enormous
strength but some of the finest chakra control in the village.
When Sakura's kunai hits the ground, it sends its payload screaming through the
earth, whipping ash a hundred feet into the air. Anko, another needle
– certainly poisoned – inches from Naruto's flesh, is thrown into Ibiki. By the
time they regain their feet, Sakura has already grabbed Naruto's arm.
But he's dead weight, and Anko is quick as a viper, and snakes sprout from her
arm and though Sakura manages to decapitate one the others dig sharp, wet fangs
into her thigh. She can feel the poison immediately, coursing through her with
alarming speed.
Powerful, but I can handle it. I was taught by Tsunade and Shizune.
Her hand glows green with healing chakra –
A clang shatters her concentration, and bright lights scatter her thoughts.
Blinking, Sakura searches for the source, belatedly realizing that it came from
her foes.
Torture techniques. Ibiki's specialty. Anything that'll break my concentration,
keep me from healing, so that Anko's poisons can slowly eat away at me...
An involuntary shudder takes her body. Not so slowly.
"You've lost, little girl," Ibiki growls. He grabs her by the throat and,
lifting her in the air, begins to squeeze. "We'll be-"
He lets out a howl as her toe connects with his shin, the impact strong enough
to break bone. He stumbles, dropping her to the ground, and she jabs with
focused chakra, this time blowing a fist-sized hole through his forearm. Blood
and bone coat her fingers as she prepares another punch, coughing through her
bruised windpipe. This one will kill him.
The punch never touches him. A whisper of movement behind her, and she throws
the punch instead at Anko, whose snakes brush Naruto's hair before she leaps
back to evade. Sakura wills more chakra into the strike, molding the earth as
she hits it. The impact of Sakura's fist against the ground launches shards,
harder and sharper than diamond, at the two jounin. At least one grunts.
When she turns to look, peering through the dust, she sees that while her
attack was successful, they're still standing.
A frustrated cry escapes her. Their plan is obvious, mirroring her own. Divide
and conquer. If they separate me from Naruto, he's dead. They're willing to
kill him even if it frees the Kyuubi. But without room to maneuver, I can't
defend him.
It's an impossible dance, one that she can't keep up forever. The instant one
of them decides to sacrifice themselves for Naruto's life, they'll have him.
She'd have lost already regardless if the three Anbu with them had attacked.
The three Anbu, who seem to have vanished from the field. Where are they?
Anko and Ibiki attack again, both focusing on her this time, and in her
exhaustion she can no longer hold them off. More fire sears Sakura's arm – a
poisoned kunai. She roars in pain, throwing a chakra-packed punch that
vaporizes a cloud of ash but hits nothing more. Another needle pierces her.
Another. She focuses a quick healing technique, something to block out the
growing pain of the poisons mixing in her blood.
A blinding flash of light, and Naruto stands in front of her.
It's unbelievably good, especially for how brief a time the jounin had had to
construct it. From the scratches and burns to the wrinkles in his orange
jumpsuit to the way the blood has dried around his empty eye socket.
It almost makes her hesitate.
He grins, and the cheeky expression is so heartbreakingly him that she wishes
it were real. "I got them, Sa-"
Sakura lets loose a burst of chakra, focused in her fist, and half Naruto's
torso disintegrates into gory dust. She shakes her head. "Don't you remember my
test scores, Ibiki? I can see right through your genjutsu."
Ibiki's eyes seem to pop from his scarred face; wide and staring, their light
is already fading. He tries to speak, but a quiet gurgle is all he manages
before he topples over.
The poison in Sakura's blood squeezes her veins, but now she can heal it. If
only -
Fangs rip into her legs, tearing flesh and muscle, and Sakura collapses like a
puppet with cut strings. Desperate, wracked with pain that burrows deep into
her nerves, she flings her kunai, charged with enough chakra to make its atoms
shiver at the seams, at Naruto's body. I will not...let you take him.
A vicious electrical hiss, a choked cry of surprise - a female voice - and an
eardrum-shattering thump. Then silence.
Sakura blinks. She's done it.
It's over.
Her body is shaking, blood leaking from half a dozen wounds. She's too far gone
to heal herself, let alone anyone else. If Naruto's poisoned, he'll die too
before long. If he's even still alive.
I see.
No air. No energy. The light of the moon seems dimmer than it did. Sakura knows
she's dying.
At least we...die together...just the two of us. This...is how Team 7...
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Hands under her arms, dragging her. Hands black as pitch, seemingly
insubstantial. Though her vision is blurring, she can just make him out with
the moon behind him.
Zetsu?
With her head slumped forward onto her chest, she can barely see three bodies
lying motionless in the ash.
So that's...what happened to...the Anbu.
"Zet...su…how...you…"
"Shh." He's holding something in his hand. By the curl of his fingers,
something round. "We're not done with you. Either of you. The world needs to
understand why we need peace, you see. Mother will show them all. We just need
you and the Uzumaki. Oh, and the Uchiha tool."
Crouching beside her, he waves the Sharingan in front of her eyes. His wide
grin is nightmarish. "We don't need you in his thrall for long. Just for a year
or so, maybe less. Then you're all hers."
Please. Let me...die. Don't -
Hot agony blasts her vision into nothingness.
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She's alive.
Ah. I was wondering when he'd show up. An ally indeed.
Mumbling incoherently, Sakura lifts her hand to her stinging eye. It gets
halfway there before lowering back to the ground.
Now now, kunoichi, keep your hand to yourself. Or I'll have you cut it off.
The Sharingan. Zetsu forced the Sharingan into her. And Tobi isn't dead.
Whatever Naruto did, he isn't dead.
Of course not. If I'd been out there much longer, then maybe. Useless
speculation. Now, I want you to go to Naruto.
Alarm explodes within her, but she's helpless to resist. Maybe if she were
stronger, if she hadn't used so much chakra in her defense -
Even if you were stronger, I'd still possess you long enough to control Naruto
with a durable genjutsu. One that might last years. He's so gullible, you know?
As it is, it'll be a long time before you can try to stop me, and by then...
Her gut heaves at the terrible irony. Hadn't Kakashi told her, back in the
beginning, that she was a genjutsu type? How wrong he was, she'd come to learn
- but now...
She'd use a genjutsu on Naruto. The same thing Tobi had been doing for weeks,
but from her. The person Naruto trusted beyond all others, even himself.
He's lying where her last blow had flung him. The bloody lids are closed, but
with a sickening feeling Sakura sees that neither is empty. Her breathing
quickens. When he opens his eyes again, she suspects, one will be his
blue...and the other her pale green.
Before she realizes it, she's several seconds into weaving a complex technique.
It's not just mind control - it touches the subconscious, vision, dreams. It
thrums with power, taking chakra reserves she didn't know she had and hurling
them into...somewhere. Reality shimmers.
The voice laughs.
About time you lived up to your potential. You can finally stand with your
teammates, Sakura. Not behind them. Beside them.
"I'm sorry, Naruto," she says, and though the voice that speaks is gloating,
she means the words. Every ounce of her will fights what she's doing – she'd
never wanted this, her body is taking a step she cannot undo – but the shadowy
whispers in her ear and mind and muscles don't care, and they own her.
"My nightmare is your reality. Seal."
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
? days after War's End…
Naruto:
He's lost.
Lights, lights that float on the breeze. A drop of blood in his mind, clinging
to a single point. Dead people speak to him, but Naruto can't see who they are.
He doesn't let himself.
They've kept him as Hokage. He doesn't understand why, but that's a secondary
concern – he knows that if they still need him, he will give them everything.
He'll protect his village. His commitment, his mission, his hopes, it all
remains unchanged while his eyes are open. When he dreams, he's not so sure.
If they are, in fact, dreams at all.
When he announces Sakura as his personal assistant, Rock Lee protests. He comes
running with clear lethal intent. Leaving his weights behind, he's faster than
the wind, implacable as an avalanche, deadlier than a storm.
Naruto lets him get close before releasing his chakra.
The village watches silently, disbelieving, glancing uncertainly at each other.
None move a muscle – though Naruto later has the distinct feeling that Lee was
not the only one in the crowd to attack him. It can't be, he tells himself, he
can only recall Lee. Besides, there's only one crater. Isn't there?
That night, Sakura comes to his room.
She pulls him down, tearing at his zipper, and the animal within him emerges.
Their sex is wild, desperate, hungry. Her moans make him tremble as he pushes
himself inside her and thrusts again and again, her nails clawing bloody
furrows into his back, and their climax blows away any doubts he had. She's on
my side.
Two days later, the scratch marks are gone, and Rock Lee challenges him to a
duel.
In the hours after he kills Lee again, a red-eyed Ino begins to flirt with him.
He plays along, swallowing the guilt of this infidelity, even though he knows –
thinks – prays – it will never get that far. Of course, she's not doing it for
pleasure. Oh, she pursues him convincingly enough, but he has Kurama's chakra,
and he knows her feelings. He can feel her boiling hatred, and he revels in it,
because to react any other way would drive him mad – and because it feels
so good.
One passionate night, during a successful seduction, she uses the Mind Transfer
Technique on him. Naruto watches, grim, contemptuous, as the burden of Kurama's
rage devours her soul. Her screams echo in his mind, and he feels nothing.
The next day, he has a kunai wound on his chest, Sakura's scratch marks are
back, Ino is alive, and he knows beyond a doubt that the blonde has never
flirted with him in his life.
The day after, both Ino and Chouji are dead, and he toasts the war's end with
Shikamaru. An inky shadow watches from a nearby fruit stand, and he knows the
Anbu no longer support their Hokage.
That night, he sends shadow clones to kill Sai. They report success, and he
sleeps deep and well. When he awakens, Sakura reminds him of his meeting with
the Anbu leader – their former teammate, Sai.
Sai – who frowns at Naruto's paranoid suspicions, who has no memory of his
death, nor of any espionage on Naruto's person. He swears loyalty, putting a
curse mark on his forehead for good measure.
Surprised, Naruto accepts, and Sai departs. The next week is a blur as he falls
ill – at least, he thinks he is ill, there can be no other explanation for his
inability to remember anything – and when he comes to his senses, Chouji has
carried out his orders and slaughtered the Anbu.
Or maybe the Anbu killed Chouji. But then how can he see Sai and Chouji
drinking to Shikamaru's memory?
And how could Shikamaru join them?
Another week passes. More people die, and return, and slay each other once
more. Another. Kunai fly at him from the shadows, but he is already moving, and
their owners drop as other dimensions stop their hearts. Another. A toast, and
a table of samurai shriek, the acid boiling their blood even as he purges it
from his. Another.
Shizune's eyes, narrowed with contempt. A red sky. Tree branches snapping,
their creator failing for the last time to seal the Kyuubi. Tsunade. He finds
the secret lair of the Uchiha, and a dead clan's last hideout burns.
A part of him knows something isn't right, that somewhere along the line, he
lost something precious, something vital…but he can't place it, it's like
trying to catch fog, he knows it's there, there's more than he could ever grasp
but every time he closes his fingers he holds nothing, and it hides itself, and
–
He clings to Sakura, the only constant in his ever-shifting reality, wishing
that they could just leave. There's nothing for him here, nothing but her, but
he stays because he knows he must.
He must.
For if he doesn't rule, if he falters in the pursuit of his ideals, how will
there ever be peace?
Then one day, Konohamaru puts a rasengan in his gut, and he collapses in the
street.
Sakura:
He lies in her bed, she sits by his side, and she can't decide whom she hates
more.
She should have known he would pull through, that the Sharingan's control
couldn't last forever. He's methodical, slow, as inevitable as the sunrise.
Underneath all that's happened to him, all he's done, he's still the same
Naruto. Fighting to the bitter end for a brighter tomorrow.
Sakura smiles. Her demon fox is so strong.
Perspiration lines his drawn face. He shifts, letting out a soft whimper at the
still-bleeding wound. His one-time pupil hit him hard, and no one, alive or
dead, knows better than Sakura: even the Kyuubi needs time to regenerate.
A part of her wants to let him bleed. To open the gaping wound and let it flow
until no life remains, until his shivering body stills. It's as tempting as it
is horrifying.
But it would bring peace, would it not? At the announcement of his death, the
village will throw a celebration, if they still remember the meaning of the
word. They'll recognize that she was his pawn all along, and in their need for
a leader they'll turn to her, last remnant of the proud Sannin, and –
NO, she snaps.
The inky chasm in her mind watches her, silent, and she smirks. A month ago, it
would have completed the thought. Three months ago, it might have carried out
its will and called it hers.
Slowly, slowly, she's beating the Sharingan's curse.
You're resilient.
Sakura swallows. Not as much as Naruto – all Tobi could do was corrupt him and
influence his actions, never control them completely. But this isn't the first
time she's had more than one mind in the same body. I'll beat you, just as he
did.
Trickles of amusement run into her thoughts, and she gasps as her hand moves of
its own accord to Naruto's throat, her fingers playing around his
windpipe. Will you?
With a cry she wrenches her hand away and locks it in a death grip. You
bastard. You're dead. All I need to do is wait you out.
Can you?
Of course not. Sakura knows her defiance is hollow. Her resistance to the
curse's control is growing, but it might already be too late for her psyche. It
wasn't entirely Tobi who'd wanted to let Naruto bleed into the sheets.
If it had been the Uchiha at all.
And there are Zetsu's words to consider, too, the things he had said when she
lay dying in the ash. She has weeks, maybe a month or two, before their plan is
complete. She can't afford to wait, either.
The dark haze sighs. You're tiring, kunoichi. If you think this will fade
before you've made Uchiha Madara look like a village healer—
"Sakura?"
His eyes are open – his blue and her green, flicking wildly about the room.
Sakura takes several deep breaths, suppressing the urge to stab him. "I'm here,
Naruto. You were wounded."
Naruto nods.
His eyes are wet.
Sakura stares, breath hitching in her throat.
"Konohamaru."
Sounds to me like he wants you to kill the boy. It'd be—
Shaking her head, Sakura puts a hand on Naruto's chest, tenderly, firmly.
"Hush, love. Don't worry about him. He'll never see me coming if I –"
"If it'd been just a little stronger, he'd have killed me."
Sakura freezes. He doesn't sound angry. His tone isn't triumphant, or
regretful, even disappointed. He sounds like a teacher who's secretly proud,
who yearns to say so but withholds it because his student hasn't quite achieved
his full potential.
It's as close to the old Naruto as she's seen since that night in the woods,
maybe since the end of the war.
Naruto tilts his head to look directly at her. Clear, direct, his gaze makes
her heart race. "I…I screwed up, Sakura. I didn't mean to, but…I…"
Sakura swallows several times. She can feel Tobi watching her thoughts.
"There's nothing we can't do together, Naruto. Whatever you messed up, we can
correct it."
He shakes his head. "I can't fix this. I want to go back, I want to dream
again. But I can't. I have to believe that…I did this for a reason, it was my
dream…"
Naruto's facial muscles work, and Sakura remembers again that he's fighting as
hard as she is. Of course he is. I put him in a genjutsu, and he's breaking it.
He's winning, just like I am.
And he's also too late.
His hand covers hers. Not sexual or demanding or insistent. Just there. "Until
I have no more reasons to fight…"
When he falls asleep an hour later, regret and shame crash down on her. She
wishes they would bury her.
It's ten minutes before she can compose herself, before the tears slow, but for
the first time in months she feels free. Though the Sharingan whispers its
sweet, sweet poison to her, she finds that – at least for now – she can ignore
it.
Not for long. In the end, it'll overpower her once more.
But the heartbreaking happiness of seeing Naruto fighting, of seeing the boy
she loves beat back the monster she's created, has given her a window, a brief
respite. She'll be damned if she'll let this opportunity slip away. It might be
the only one she'll get.
Invigorated, she leaps from her room.
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Rooftops blur beneath her feet. There are a few people in the streets, a few
open windows. Any who see her duck and hide.
A wry smile twists her lips. They fear her almost as much as they fear the boy
in her bed.
A few of the more courageous among the Anbu – what's left of them –
halfheartedly attempt to shadow her. Whether to protect or to kill, Sakura
doesn't know. No matter. So easy is it to lose them with a few dozen illusions
that she almost laughs.
See? You like these powers, don't you.
Sakura nearly crashes into the window she tries to jump through – she tries to
swear at Tobi, but all that comes out is a whimper. If this curse overtakes her
at the wrong moment…if she kills…
He's not only awake, he's seated across the room. Either he never sleeps
anymore, or he knew she was coming.
On his face is the purest loathing Sakura has ever seen directed at her.
"Shikamaru, I need your help."
His expression does not change.
Sakura takes a shuddering breath as the Sharingan's curse stabs her mind. Hold
on, Sakura. Just a few more minutes. "Shikamaru, I know how to end this. If we
work together, we can push Naruto…"
She trails off. She can't tell if she's imagining it or if his eyes really do
contain an ounce of pity. Of course not. He knows what I am. "Even mad, Sakura,
you're too smart to think I will believe anything you say. But we both know I
have no choice but to listen to you. I'd even listen to you if I had a choice,
because I know that this madness of Naruto's, this madness of yours, is as
natural as an artificial man."
He has to notice her flinch at the word "artificial", but he doesn't react.
Sakura blinks. Of course. He's Shikamaru. "You know he's here."
The genius merely folds his arms across his bare chest. "Zetsu's presence near
the village isn't my concern. With the war over and the rest of Akatsuki
destroyed, he's not a threat to Konoha anymore. You, on the other hand, are.
Why do you think I'll help you?"
Sakura's eyes widen. So Shikamaru doesn't know everything? Zetsu is the only
reason both Naruto and I are alive. Without his healing, I'd never have done
what I've done. It would have ended.
This is all part of his plan. If ever there was a threat –
Dark splotches shatter her vision.
When she comes to, she's on the ground. Shikamaru stands above her, unmoving
and unmoved. She can imagine what he's thinking, what he's feeling. He'll never
help her, the way things are.
Why should you? You see what I've done in Naruto's name, what he's done in
mine. We're a plague on the shinobi world, he and I, and there's no way to see
past that.
But there's something you need to know. About exactly what this creature said
to me.
So she tells him.
Shikamaru listens as she explains what she wants to do. What she needs to do.
He says nothing, but he listens.
Sakura leaves uncertain. If he doesn't help her, or if he can't think of a
plan, there's nothing left for Konoha. For the world. Everything Naruto wanted
will mean nothing.
When she sees the messenger hawk fly, her heart flies with it until her cursed
burden, squeezing her lungs, throws her into unconsciousness.
Chapter End Notes
     Happy shipping! Part 2.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Two hundred ninety-seven days after War's End…
Naruto:
A day comes when Naruto knows that what he sees is real.
Rock Lee is dead, and Ino and Chouji, and Might Guy and Tenten and Kurenai, and
Sai. Dozens, scores, hundreds of others. Entire clans. They have died so many
times in his various realities that he cannot be sure how they passed, only
that they have.
Tsunade is dead, too. He can't recall actually killing her even once, so it
might have been Shizune, whom he definitely did kill when she tried to poison
his dinner, or Sakura, who suggested that he remain Hokage despite his varied
objections.
Sakura.
He has become increasingly certain that she is the only person he can rely upon
in this madness. No matter what else happens in his uncertain world, she is
there. She has never tried to kill him, never shown him anything but
friendship, love, sharing in his grief.
Aiding him when the madness clouds his thoughts.
She looks as if she's aged twenty years, and not well. The Sharingan (when did
she take it from me?) twists her exhausted expression, giving her an arrogant
air he knows she does not own. It is a burden, not an advantage.
He glances over to where she stands by the window of the Hokage's office. After
all this, she's still beautiful.
Sakura stirs. Turning to face him, she gives that curdled twist of her lips she
always gives him, a cross between a dreamy smile and a heartsick grimace.
"They're here, Naruto."
He nods. The reasons for his guests' presence is lost in his hazy memory, but
it doesn't matter. Their arrival presents an opportunity, for the current state
of affairs cannot continue.
I thought I had ended the cycle of hatred, but in its place I only set up a new
one. A cycle of peace. A cycle of death.
It is with these thoughts that, on this day, he walks out to meet his visitors.
The Sand marches into the village, thousands strong, cloaked in tans and browns
and whites. They look like an army of phantoms, clouds of dust masking their
steps and blending with their attire. It is as if the desert itself has entered
the Leaf, sweeping through the rundown streets, nature's judgment coming to
bring justice.
And at its head, a man with crimson robes and a container full of sand, a wary
stance and a purposeful stride.
Gaara narrows his eyes at the sight of him, and instantly Naruto knows that the
man he faces is no longer a friend. Very well.
But Gaara is…was…like him. Chained by his village, an outcast, but one who
lashed out in pain and rage rather than disguised his loneliness with laughter
and pranks.
The flicker of an idea crosses his thoughts – his thoughts, he realizes as he
steps forward, not the thoughts of what has possessed him for so long. He
clings to that thought, knowing that Gaara is the key. If he can explain this
madness…
But the Kazekage's expression could freeze a sun. It's quite clear that the man
is out for blood. Naruto needs to force him to listen. He doesn't know what
he'll say, but if he doesn't speak now he may never get another chance.
He nods a greeting –
A shadow brushes his thoughts, the Kyuubi snarls, and for a terrifying, mind-
numbing instant, Naruto forgets his own name.
Gasping, he scrambles to collect himself, but his mind slips and the words
leave his grasp. Tensing up, he retreats into himself, searching for the
shadow. Though weakened and no longer entirely hidden from him, it's elusive,
evading him with ease.
Frustrated, he looks up.
The moment is gone. Gaara brushes past him without a word, without another
glance, and Naruto realizes that is it not simply their friendship that has
passed. Their entire prior relationship is now irrelevant. The Nine-tails
Jinchuuriki is nothing more than a nameless, faceless threat.
One that Gaara will attempt to eradicate without a second thought, given the
slightest opening. The entire army of the Sand will follow in his wake. And
Naruto knows that when it happens, when they assail him, he will slaughter them
to a man. He will kill Gaara in cold blood and be justified, for the man
attacked him first. And the cycle will continue – the peace of the grave will
consume the world.
I need to break it. I need to break free.
But he cannot do it alone.
Shikamaru:
Shikamaru Nara is a genius, but every idiot knows that these days, waking up
with Naruto Uzumaki standing over you is not a good sign.
Struggle is troublesome and ultimately pointless – his father (may he rest in
peace) attempted to use shadow techniques on Naruto, not realizing that against
the power of the Kyuubi (a tailed beast, the incarnation of hatred and power),
such phantasmal chains could do nothing.
But then, he couldn't have known, not even with his intelligence. None of them
could have, back then.
He decides to wait.
A second passes.
In the darkness, Naruto's dim blue eye is hooded by the shadows of his hair.
The green eye (Sakura's, once, before she took the Sharingan, the right eye
that once belonged to Sasuke Uchiha, taken as punishment after his defeat)
glimmers dangerously.
"Shikamaru."
Naruto does not intend to kill me.
He needs something – but not merely advice from a pure genius. The newly
elected Hokage does not need strategy or plans these days. In the rare
instances where sheer power doesn't serve him, Sakura does.
No, Naruto is seeking out a friend.
Like he even remembers the meaning of the word.
Not a friend, then…but someone he can trust, to get the job done…because he,
Shikamaru, is the most likely to succeed, or because he's the only one who will
understand the reason? The latter would make sense - he remembers Sakura's
words about Zetsu, about a plan to control the world.
Or because Naruto has other plans that do not involve the smartest man in the
village? Shikamaru's been wrong before – perhaps this is the day he dies after
all.
Another second passes.
"Can I do something for you, Naruto?"
He learned months ago that subservience meant survival (paramount, for a
meaningless death is worse than submission). Ino and Chouji wouldn't listen to
his pleas, and they paid the price. The person I've had to become, though…
Now, months later, he longs to join them.
If he could kill Naruto, avenge their deaths, he would do so in an instant. But
direct confrontation, whether head-on or subtle, is one tactic that better
shinobi than he have attempted in vain.
"You brought the Sand here."
Shikamaru masters his heartbeat before its uptick can give him away. Not that
it matters – Naruto is not asking a question. He has guessed…or Sakura changed
her mind.
But then, how Naruto knows this is of no concern – frankly, it doesn't take a
genius. Few others in the Leaf would dare contact another village now, and none
have his connections, such as his close friendship with Temari (her sardonic
grin, clasped hands as they part; he promises to visit as soon as things have
settled down…).
What is of concern is how the mad Hokage will respond.
But there is no threat in Naruto's voice. In fact, there's nothing in his
voice, nothing but…hmm.
"Yes, I did."
A second passes, and Shikamaru still lives.
I see. He intends to use this. But not for personal gain – even the oddly
cunning madness that overtook Naruto could not change his utter lack of
subtlety. He doesn't plan. Not really, not the way I do. He goes for what he
wants.
Naruto pulls up a chair, the wood scraping loudly in the frightened night. He
collapses into it more than sits. "Listen. I…I need Gaara to be mad at the
village."
And he wants the Kazekage angry. One of the most powerful men in the world – a
man who leads a legion of hard-eyed shinobi, sharp and loyal every one of them.
A legion that sits on Konoha's doorstep, walks in its streets, and drinks in
its bars. When did the man of peace begin to desire war? And more importantly,
why?
"He's already mad at you."
It's not that he wants to die…or if he does, he can't. There are plenty of
people here who would be happy to oblige him. But he's too strong. Even the
other four kage and their armies together couldn't succeed against his might.
Not if he still…
An idea, glowing in his mind's sight, the faint outline of knowledge just
beyond his reach.
No, he wants Gaara angry…and at the village, not at him. The source of his
strength. And Sakura too...
Naruto shakes his head. "No. Right now he is suspicious, cold, distant. But he
will not confront me immediately…and we have no more time left."
The expression on Naruto's face is torn, lined with grief and memory. "Time…You
know, this is the first time I've been lucid in…I don't know how long.
Shikamaru…we were once friends. But then the world went mad, or I did, and I
had control I was never meant to have, and then I lost it, lost everything. And
I…"
The fire in his borrowed green eye is gone, and his gaze is soft and sad as he
smiles at Shikamaru.
Lucid…but he cannot guarantee he will be so in the morning. Naruto knows what
must be done, but he cannot make himself believe it. So he needs Gaara.
And me. The strategist. The pragmatist. The genius.
"I will end it."
The note of finality rings in Shikamaru's ears.
Konoha's resident genius cannot control his reaction this time. He manages to
restrict it to the mere raise of an eyebrow, but inside his mind explodes with
possibilities.
And answers.
The Sharingan (and its absence), the conflicting orders (and their results),
Hinata's words and Sasuke's attack and Sakura's mood (and Naruto's fall from
our hero to our destroyer)…all the deaths, all the madness, the gradual,
horrifying decay of Konoha after the victory over – Sakura, asking Shikamaru to
call the Sand, visibly struggling against her borrowed Sharingan's influence –
and Gaara, the man whose childhood was remarkably similar to Naruto's. The one
person left who might be able to reach him, give him the proper prodding.
It all points to one explanation and one path forward. One outcome.
One conclusion.
Naruto, of course, doesn't know what is required. He can't know it. Insane and
brutal, he's still the idealist driven by his dreams, his goals, his hopes,
and right now he might just be poised to see them through once more.
All he needs a master of the fine detail.
You were right to come to me, Naruto. You and she both. I still hate you and
everything you've done, but I alone, out of everyone in Konoha, in
the world…I'll start a war for you.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Two hundred ninety-nine days after War's End…
Temari:
Somehow, a routine barroom scuffle turns into a pitched battle that leaves
fourteen shinobi dead. An argument that should never have escalated, not even
in this tension, not without orders from either Kage. Twenty seconds, and
they're gone before the dust settles.
Thirty more are wounded. The survivors limp away, shooting dark looks behind
them. They return home to nurse their wounds, calling the medics to bring them
comfort or, in some cases, desperate medical techniques that only the deceased
Tsunade could wield.
Tsunade, or her protégé.
But Sakura is nowhere to be found, and several more die in the night.
Despite her youth, Temari has plenty of experience. She's well aware that
bloodshed in the ninja world is like summoning the wind. Once you unleash it,
it cannot be controlled or contained, only weathered. If you can't weather it,
you die. Simple.
She'd have thought Konoha, with its promises of a new direction, would be able
to overlook a drunken quarrel. She'd assumed that its progressive direction
would lead the ninja world to a new beginning, a time of cooperation instead of
distrust.
If only.
The word spreads. Taunts and wary glares replace greetings. A shinobi fails to
arrive at a meeting and the suspicion intensifies. Though the woman is merely
late, the damage is done. When the first alleyway murder occurs, no one is
surprised.
Fights in the streets turn deadly. Duels are called, but their seconds have no
honor. The results are bloodbaths, the only noise to break the night's eerie
silence.
One of the Sand's assigned residences explodes in the early hours of the dawn.
A dozen young shinobi are slain; the remainder swear vengeance on their hosts.
Morning. Teams gather in the town square. For the Leaf, their hospitality has
once again been repaid with blood. To the Sand, their one-time friends have
followed their Hokage into madness.
In everyone's eyes, there is one, inevitable conclusion.
But a chuunin of the Leaf, seeking desperately to stem the tide of rage, halts
a fight in the square. The three older men turn on him, but the boy's rasengan
slams into the ground and they leap away.
Shinobi pause, eyeing with suspicion the boy who has appeared in their midst.
He cuts a striking figure with his wild dark hair and Sarutobi features. He
turns a furious gaze on the assembled combatants.
But his words are much gentler than his face.
He speaks of the hopes of his grandfather, of a kind old man who extended the
hand of friendship to outsiders. He speaks of the sacrifices of his uncle, of
the allied forces in the Fourth War. "It runs in my blood, you see. Sorrow,
conflict, vengeance…we know it exists, but that isn't all that we are. It's our
job to protect, not to destroy. We've all lost loved ones…remember why we lost
them. They wanted a safer world and a bright future."
He speaks of an idea, of a dream his young teacher gave him…of peace, of
camaraderie, of a friendship that could end war forever. "Because of him,
someday, I will be the seventh Hokage."
Weapons remain still.
Then young Matsuri, limbs trembling, expression twisted in anguish, staggers
forward.
"I remember, Leaf. My friends were killed this morning. Three girls who never
saw it coming, never stood a chance. A boy who didn't want to fight. Tell your
dream to them."
Her johyo cracks out, lashing against the surprised boy's chest. He stumbles,
blood spraying from the wound. The johyo circles Matsuri in sinuous flight
before whipping out again, this time burrowing into his gut and slicing through
his spine.
Konohamaru falls, his dream dying in his eyes.
Then the bystanders bellow, weapons move, and Temari finds herself in the
middle of a full-scale war.
The wind has been unleashed.
A chuunin runs at her, screaming a battle cry, and Temari pushes the thought
out of her mind. No time to ask how it came to this, or to wonder what comes
next. There is only battle.
A flick of her wrist opens his torso from neck to navel. He stops dead, staring
at her as he fumbles for his spilling entrails. Temari brushes past him,
summoning a quick gust that sends several shinobi flying.
Her fan snaps open, and a quick slash nearly decapitates a pair of enemy
jounin. She's moving now, stirring up a breeze with each lunge, a breeze she
can harness with her chakra to rip into her foes. Again and again, each step a
strike, each strike a kill.
Leaves live at the mercy of the wind.
But it's not enough…and that's not what she's here for.
Flipping high above a pair of battling shinobi, Temari perches atop a roof
overlooking the square. The dust smothering the square is red; within, blurred
shadows rip into each other. And still more shinobi leap into the slaughter.
It's the scene of a nightmare made real, ten times worse than the invasion of
nearly four years ago.
Gaara, we've failed.
And there's no misunderstanding this time, no manipulative outsider to excuse
the violence. This is clear, direct, personal. It will end when the last
shinobi falls.
If it's any consolation…no one is leaving this square alive. I can try to stall
the war. Like starting a second fire to starve a larger one. Or we'll all burn.
It's a hollow thought, but she clings to it. She takes a deep breath, lifts her
fans, and unleashes the storm.
Or at least, she tries to. She can't move.
Dread replaces her calm, a helpless panic at the knowledge that she is dead.
There's only one jutsu she knows of that could hold her fast like this, that
could creep up and bind her without even a fight, and only one shinobi left in
Konoha who can wield it.
"Temari."
He's only a few feet behind her, his expression bored as ever, a hand lazily
extended toward her. Palm up, it could be a gesture of goodwill if not for the
shadow attached to his fingertips.
Her shadow.
Shikamaru cocks his head. "You look good."
His conversational demeanor and placid expression ignite her rage. Gritting her
teeth, she yearns to strike at him. "You called us here. Is this your doing?"
"Ah." His calm flickers out like a weak flame, and Temari almost wishes she
could take the words back, if only to avoid seeing the awful hopelessness in
his smile. "No. At least, I didn't know when I sent the letter. But I
suspected. And then, when Naruto woke me and told me he needed war…"
Shock.
How could you?
He is a master of shadows, a shrewd strategist the likes of which the shinobi
world has never seen. He is a genius beyond her comprehension; his intelligence
knows only the bounds he has set for it. Yet of all the people she knew, of all
the subtle, distrusting, backstabbing shinobi in the world…
She can only mouth the question on her lips.
"Because it had to happen," Shikamaru sighs, his dark eyes never leaving hers.
"Because this isn't how it should be. I've seen the madness that took Naruto –
it's not his own. And he doesn't want this – he knows what it is, he recognizes
its power, but something's keeping him from fighting against it."
He looks out toward the rising sun. "Once you've taken a step down the path,
you can never really come back. But every path has an end. Naruto told me he'll
bring it to this one. He just needs a…bit of a push."
Temari growls. Idiot. "And you trust him? Maybe this is exactly what…his
madness…wants. How do you know he's not manipulating you now?"
She scowls at his raised eyebrow. Don't mock me! "Shikamaru, no one's perfect,
not even you. You can't know how this will turn out."
He nods, beckoning her shadow over. Jerkily, she follows, though she tries to
fight it. "You're right. I don't know. I can't know. But I did the things I've
done anyway. Why would I do that?"
Folding his hands over hers, he locks her in a gaze so arresting that for a
moment she wonders if he's discovered a new jutsu. Her only clue to the
contrary is the dumbstruck look on his own face.
She regains herself first. "You, gambling?"
Blinking, he shrugs. "Might as well, right? I just don't want to continue in a
world that's just so…"
"Troublesome," Temari finishes for him, rolling her eyes.
At least she knows where he stands, now. Or maybe she did before, too, and only
her fear made her hesitate.
Shikamaru's a thinker, a commander, and he cares. He'd never risk his entire
village on a gamble if he could see any other way…and if he doesn't see another
way, there probably isn't one.
She can trust him – he's putting everything on the line, knowing he won't
survive, hoping that somehow, things will turn out for the best. He didn't come
up here to kill her, but to die with her. It changes nothing…but for some
reason, her grim desperation is gone. She feels almost at peace.
Then she scowls. Did she really come that close to calling him 'perfect'? To
his face? Ew.
"If that's what you want, then give me a moment to finish up here and we'll be
on our way."
Shikamaru smiles, a real smile, the kind that she trusts almost as much as she
does Gaara. "Temari, I hold your shadow," he drawls, seemingly bored as ever.
"You're mine to command. Imagine if your fear had been justified. Right now, I
could kill you in a thousand ways before you have time to blink. I could turn
you against your troops, win this war in my Hokage's name. Aren't you afraid?"
Above the slaughter, in the bloody dawn, a smirk flits across Temari's face.
"Of you? Please. You couldn't beat me if you tried."
He laughs.
"Besides, you're not holding my shadow anymore."
They glance down at their intertwined fingers, and to her astonishment
Shikamaru reddens. For a long moment they stand like that, studying their
clasped hands, and Temari allows herself a moment to wonder what their
friendship might have looked like if all this hadn't happened.
Right. The battle.
Temari sniffs, pointedly looking away from Shikamaru. That's always how it is
around him. She, the most tactically-minded kunoichi the Sand have had in
years, can never quite fully outmatch this stubborn, lazy, arrogant genius.
But then, there are worse things than being his equal.
Her fans twirl around them in an intricate dance, faster and faster, whipping
the wind into an uncontrollable frenzy that scours the square clean. The
hurricane does not discriminate between Leaf and Sand, combatant and civilian.
It's nothing less than the wrath of nature itself, come to claim another
village.
When the wind finally dies, only red sand remains.
Kankuro:
The stairs to the Hokage's office are slick with blood – an eerie sign. He's
stumbled on a few bodies, their terrified eyes like glass in taut masks, but
not nearly enough to explain the constant squish of Kankuro's combat boots. The
emptiness of the place raises the hair on the back of his neck.
It's a miracle the building itself still stands, given what it represents to
both factions. Occasionally, an explosion rattles the floor, but otherwise it
seems free from combat. Besides, these are mere aftershocks compared to the one
that devastated the village center.
Temari…
He'd seen the debris hurtle into the sky, felt the concussion of air that
signified her trump card. He hopes she survived it, but deep down he knows the
truth. She wouldn't use it unless the battle was going ill – its destructive
power doesn't recognize friend or foe.
And from what she's told him about it, that jutsu has no range, no remote
detonation. Temari would never let herself be anywhere but at its core.
But Kankuro doesn't have time for grief. The war continues and his mission with
it. One way or another, Naruto is going to die.
Before he can get to my living sibling.
The doors to the Hokage's office are strong oak, but that means nothing to
Kankuro.
He bursts into the room, his puppets crashing through the walls, spraying wood
and stone across the floorboards. A bookshelf topples to the floor as he scans
the room. He can almost hear his skin humming from the amount of chakra he's
using.
Naruto is not here.
A growl rips from his throat. Fuck.
Kankuro rushes to the window. Immediately he wishes he hadn't – fire billows
from the wreckage of the village. Except in the center, in the village square,
where Temari had been. Sand drifts in an otherwise empty space three hundred
yards wide.
Damn you all.
"I'd wondered who Gaara would send. Glad to see I guessed right."
It's her.
Breathing deep, he turns to face her. "And why is that?"
Sakura stands in the wreckage of the door. She's wearing a knee-length red
jacket, fastened across her torso. Kankuro notes that her hand is on her belt
and tenses. If he can't take out Naruto, Sakura will have to do.
She's looking at him intently, her eyes clear, and he can't help but remember
that she saved him when no one else could. He'll fight. He won't enjoy it.
As if any of this is enjoyable.
Sakura ignores his question. "Naruto will be here soon. I asked him to come,
you know. I'd like to see him one more time, before…you know. No. You don't."
Unbelievable.
His puppets tremble on chakra strings, but he holds them back. Her shinobi
talents put her only a step below her legendary teammates. Even with his
puppets this fight will take every ounce of skill he possesses.
As if she can hear him, Sakura shakes her head. A smirk twists her
face. Condescending bitch.
"From one puppeteer to another, Kankuro, you should give them a little more
leeway. Of course, then they might start to rule, but as long as you can
control the outcome…"
Kankuro stares, his nerves forgotten in his shock. The implications of her
statement are obvious. "You did this?"
Sakura laughs – a high-pitched, maniacal laugh that contrasts horribly with the
pain on her face. "Oh no, not everything. Not even most of it…not really.
Naruto has always danced to his own tune. I simply added some strings. Er,
not me, but…well, it doesn't matter."
She smiles, and Kankuro sees in it the depth of her despair. And how she revels
in it. "This war between Leaf and Sand, however…I may have had a greater role
in that."
Her madness staggers him. "But why?"
"Because this peace isn't real," she says, spreading her hands before her. Is
she pleading? "Because if I don't, the world will limp on to the tune of those
who wanted it to despair. Because it's…it's the only way I can save Naruto."
Ah.
For a moment, he can't help but be moved by the depth of her feeling. Even
insane, even evil, she's done it all for a cause, for a friend, just like the
cocky, idealistic boy who'd been outcast and hero and destroyer.
Only for a moment, though.
He raises his hands. The puppets jolt to alertness, poised to strike at his
command. "You want to save Naruto, then. I understand that. But Gaara wants him
dead. I'd ask, but I doubt you'll let me go to him – and if you think I'm
letting him join you here, think again.
"I respect you, Sakura. For that, I won't hold back."
Her brow furrows, and for a moment she looks genuinely confused. "Kankuro. Do
you think I came here intending to fight?"
One of her eyes flares red.
Ice in his spine. He draws in a breath like fire, but it's not enough, and
standing is like trying to hold up a mountain. Falling backward, nothing to
stop him – except for her waiting arms, the only thing holding him up.
An illusion. But I could feel her chakra…unless she...redirected...
The room flickers, and the Sakura before him crumbles into flesh-colored
designs. The Uchiha crest, repeated a dozen times, taunts him before the pieces
sink through the rocky floor.
Rocky floor?
Not necessarily just now, either. I might have been trapped in it since I
entered the room. The building, even. If I'm even in the right building, or
indoors at all. How far…
It doesn't matter. Nor does the question of how Sakura obtained a Sharingan, or
how she learned to use it. He's dead, and the next few seconds are mere detail.
There's still one thing he can do, though.
Gathering the last of his chakra, he throws everything he has along the wires.
His puppets jerk to attention…but none move to his aid. Lifeless, they sit idly
as their master's blood pours onto the floor, as he sags against his killer,
his own strings cut.
They'll do no more than sit there while he dies…but they're watching.
Gaara, you need to know. He'll be here. You're the only…
Her breath is on his ear, the only heat he can feel as the venom rushes through
his veins.
"You're strong, Kankuro. Thank you. Please, let this be enough."
She…did she…?
His world darkens. The last words he hears are his one-time savior's, delivered
in a choked whisper as he slides off her poisoned blade.
"Come to me, Gaara. I'm waiting."
Chapter End Notes
     Definitely my favorite chapter. I like Temari.
End Notes
     Stressing once again that this is alternate universe Naruto from here
     on out. Also stressing that this will be dark. This road to hell
     isn't even paved.
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