Suffer
Naruto had always been a
cheerful, laid-back kinda guy. But there are some things he can never forgive. “Killing
you would be too kind. I want you to suffer.” Dark.
Naruto was surprised by
Shikamaru’s sudden visit. To be sure, they weren’t enemies or anything, but
Shikamaru didn’t usually make house calls.
Turns out that this wasn’t
a house call, after all.
“Naruto, get some stuff and
get ready to go! We’ve got an important mission! Sasuke left the village and is
going to defect to Orochimaru!”
“WHAT?!”
“I told you, he left to go
to Orochimaru! Some sound ninja picked him up last night, apparently. He
knocked out Sakura and left with the sound guys.”
Naruto eyes narrowed.
Surely there was some better reason for Sasuke’s departure. Sasuke had better hope
so, or when Naruto caught up to him…
Dark laughter echoed
through his mind. The laughing fox watched his host in amusement. Maybe, at
least this one time, the kit would fight for real. Fight to kill. Kyuubi
couldn’t help but lick its lips in anticipation.
Naruto joined up with the
others at the village gate, his face uncharacteristically grim. His blue eyes
flickered with a dangerous light.
When Shikamaru, Kiba,
Chouji, and Neji had all arrived, they turned to depart. A soft voice stopped
Naruto, however.
“Naruto.”
The blonde turned and
looked into the face of a tearful Haruno Sakura. Her eyes, red from what Naruto
was sure had been hours of crying, pleaded with him silently, even as she
voiced her request.
“Naruto… bring him back,
please…”
Naruto controlled his cold
fury so that it did not show in his voice, and answered carefully, picking his
words with precision.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get
him.”
And with that, Shikamaru
led them away at a quick pace. It was only as Sakura was walking away that she
realized exactly what Naruto had meant by the way he had phrased his response.
Her eyes widened, but then
she realized she must have been mistaken. Of course Naruto couldn’t mean that.
He had just spoken oddly. She knew all there was to know about Naruto from her
time on a team with him. He would never kill Sasuke.
Naruto growled as the
chakra he had pumped into his rasengan was sucked away by the strange pull of
the dome they were trapped in. Not even Chouji’s meat tank had managed to do
more than scratch the inside surface of this strange, energy-leeching prison.
Frowning, Shikamaru slumped
to the ground. “It’s no use, guys. We can’t use advanced techniques because we
don’t have the chakra, and we can’t hurt the dome any other way. We might as
well just give up.”
Chouji looked stricken. If
Shikamaru said that they were done for, then they were done for. He and Kiba
took their seats next to Shikamaru, looking tired and worn
Their enemy, some guy
called Jiribou, laughed from outside. They faintly heard him as he taunted,
“Not only are you done for, but your chakra feeds me, and makes me stronger! Hahaha!”
Neji glanced at Naruto.
“What did you do during the Chuunin exams, Naruto, that let you break the
effect of my sixty four palms of jyuuken? Would that do anything here?”
Narutoa raised his
eyebrows, but didn’t reply. Instead, he concentrated, and soon a trickle of red
chakra flowed out of him, sucked into the dome. The trickle soon turned into a
flood. The inside of the dome began to blacken, as if it were scorched by fire.
With a sudden loud crack,
the dome shattered around them. Jiribou, their captor until just now, writhed
on the ground in agony. Black lines and red shapes flickered across his skin,
and entire portions of his flesh just fell off his muscles as if some unseen
poison was ripping him apart from the inside.
Leaving him to his fate,
the group continued on. They were not around when Jiribou gave his last gasping
breath, and died, dark blood flowing from the gaping holes left by the chunks
of dead flesh that had fallen off.
Naruto flew through the
trees, his eyes already flickering between blue and red as he ran. Sasuke was
leaving Konoha, to associate with these sort of people? It was bad
enough to do that to Sakura-chan for some good, or at least not-bad reason, but
for this?
Not sparing a thought for
the teammates he left behind to fight the others, Naruto hurried even faster,
already planning what he would do to that black-haired bastard.
The Kyuubi chuckled evilly.
Finally, the kit would become a killer. Even if it was only second-hand, the
Kyuubi longed to kill again.
Finally, Naruto caught up
to Sasuke in the Valley of the End, a huge waterfall between the statues of
Uchiha Madara and the Shodaime.
“Sasuke-teme, you are going
to pay for what you did to Sakura-chan, and for betraying all of us! I’m taking
you back with me!”
“Silly Naruto, do you think
I did this lightly? I am not going back with you. Besides, would you really
want to have me back on your team, knowing that I might betray you all over
again?”
Naruto’s lips curved into a
frighteningly sadistic smile. “Who said you’d be on my team again, bastard? I
never said anything about taking you back in one piece!”
Sasuke raised his eyebrows
in surprise. So this was the personality Naruto hid behind that happy façade? He
didn’t have any more time to think about it, as Naruto charged forward, already
covered in a swirling layer of red chakra. Sasuke answered this with his own
purple power, and dodged that rapid, angry punches that Naruto through out as
he attacked.
Sasuke jumped back and
formed several seals, shooting a large fireball at the blonde child in front of
him.
Suddenly Naruto flew out of
the fireball and punched Sasuke. Hard. Sasuke hit the canyon wall with great
force, and reevaluated his strategy. Obviously fire was useless against the red
power that Naruto now possessed. Sasuke needed more power if he wanted to beat
Naruto.
Activating the second level
of his cursed seal, Sasuke formed a quick chidori and raced toward the blonde
who stood out on the surface of the water. With so much chakra at his disposal,
Sasuke barely even felt the loss of energy as he formed Kakashi’s signature
assassination technique.
Naruto grinned, already
well aware that with his superior regeneration, any hit that was not instantly
fatal could not kill him. Well, it could incapacitate him, and allow for a
kill, but not directly…
At any rate, he knew
exactly what to do.
When Sasuke reached him,
Naruto jumped the slightest bit, as if he had been trying to dodge at the last
second. Sasuke’s chidori plunged through his stomach and out his back.
The last Uchiha smirked as
Naruto body crumpled onto his arm. The chidori faded away. The stupid blonde
didn’t understand real power. Whatever that red energy was, it should vanish
any second now, which Sasuke would really appreciate, since it burned.
Sasuke tugged on his arm,
and found that it was lodged firmly in Naruto’s gut. The blonde straightened
up, and smiled evilly, as if there were not an arm sticking through his
abdomen.
“Now you can’t escape,
Sasuke-kun.” Red, slitted eyes stared into Sasuke red, dotted ones.
“I’m not afraid of going
back. No one will dare punish me for long. I am the last Uchiha, after
all.”
The smirk on Naruto’s face
only got wider. “But I’m not going to take you back yet, Uchiha.”
Sasuke suddenly thought he
understood. “Oh. So you’re going to kill me? I’m not afraid of death.”
Naruto shook his head,
echoing the chuckle that rumbled through his mind. His glowing red eyes danced
with delight and hatred. “Killing you would be too kind. I want you to
suffer.”
Sakura ran out of the
forest, and saw Naruto standing on the shore, laughing out loud. It was a weird
laugh, that sounded, not so much happy, as it did
evil. Like the villain’s laugh in some cliché movie.
Then she saw him. Or what
was left of him. The torso twitched with every painful breath, and the eyeless
sockets stared blankly. His legs and arms, stacked neatly off to one side,
continued to pour the rest of their blood onto the ground, adding to the putrid
puddle that already surrounded them.
Sakura vomited.
Sasuke spent the rest of
his life in the hospital, haunted by memories of that day. Haunted by the scene
he had ever witnessed with his eyes.
Naruto raised one hand,
engulfed in fiery red chakra. His red eyes shone with the bright light of
hatred and vengeance.
The deep, growling voice
sounded more like that of a demon, than of the angry blonde in front of him, as
the burning hands took away his eyesight.
“Suffer!”
And…
yeah. Sort of
came to me while I was writing Shatter. It’s not great, I know, but if I keep
writing, hopefully the I will learn to write better.
Let me know what you
thought! Constructive criticism, that is, pointing out what is wrong and
offering suggestions on how to fix it, is greatly appreciated!
-demonicnargles