Falling is Like This
The Fall
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Falling is Like This (Prologue)
WolfPilot06
angst, timeskip and slightly AU.
maybe hints of others.
-- He was falling. He was falling. He was falling. He was falling. He was falling. Uzumaki Naruto fell and knew -- To be continued… -- Hmm, **Wolf**
horrible track history of finishing them, but this one promises that it'll try
to keep itself short and simple. It
stems from one idea, and hopefully will
not sprout unexpected plot deviations and developments.
worry!" He gave his teammate a blinding smile and a thumbs-up, trying to
dispel the uneasy expression on her pretty face. "It's just a B-class
mission. Sasuke and I could deliver this
scroll to the Wave Country in our
Just relax. We'll be back before
you know it!"
stumbled, Sasuke's startled warning ringing in his ears even as he struggled to
turn around. Blood-slicked fingers
fumbled in his weapons pouch, trying desperately to draw out a kunai for
defense, his eyes locked upon those of the smirking Mist shinobi stalking
around him. Behind him, he could hear
metal clashing on metal as Sasuke faced off against two other enemy ninja, the
sharp, clean scent of chakra searing his nose as
jutsu after jutsu were cast. Ignoring
the warm, metallic liquid dripping from his side, he grinned mirthlessly at his
enemy.
feeling rather than hearing the bone snap under the sudden pressure.
he coughed, brilliant crimson blood spattering the ground before him as he
plucked helplessly at the hilt of the knife with weakening fingers.
another gush of lifeblood spewing from his lips, his vision blurring even as he
staggered to his feet once more.
the Mist ninja, swearing as the man disappeared.
clearing for signs of the disappeared man, noting in passing that Sasuke had
already killed one of his shinobi and was currently wearing down the
as the dark, slender Leaf-nin gracefully dodged his
opponent's attacks.
neck, a sharp contrast to the cold metal pressed against his throat.
edge bite into his skin as his fingers falteringly moved into the
all-too-familiar signs for Kawarimi no Jutsu.
him to
knew, that this one momentary hesitation, this one instance of weakness would
be his last.
suddenly choking breaths. He distantly
felt his knees hit the ground, was vaguely aware of two fingers being touched
to the back of his neck. He heard
somehow trapped behind golden bars, listened as his heartbeat thudded in his
ears, faltering, slowing, stopping.
his name.
no more.
comments and criticism?
working on chapter two, but I think I'll take a little bit of a break before I
finish two. The style's not quite right,
and I think I need to break free of the highly formalized style in which I
wrote the first chapter. Anyways, let me
know what you think!