My Story.
Deception: A Naruto FanFic.
Rating: PG-13 (Will go up for Blood, Violence and Language)
Summary: (AU) Sasuke's Parents are killed in front of him as a young boy, and his once mysteriously disappered older brother, Itachi comes back to be the young boy's care-taker. When switching schools he finds new friends and unexpected enemies. A fic about growing up and Learning thatthe world isnt a nice place.
Current Chapters Finished: 2
If You would Like to Read, Go
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or All his counter parts that I love oh So much!
Reference: Well, I was bored, and from boredom all great things sprout. This is something my wonderful accomplice in crime and I concocted.
As a warning, this story will contain some spoilers for those not accustomed to the story as of now in the chapter’s 100 plus. But if not then don’t worry, its only characters and such since this will be an AU story with only some of the plot and character personalities the same. Also the rating for the story will go up as the story progresses due to violent content, cussing and gore.
Read and Enjoy!
Naruto Cast © Masashi Kishimoto, Plot thought © Jessi Cutrell, Chelsea Silverman.
"Deception"
Chapter 1: Thoughts of a plagued past.
The unexpected happens, the unexplainable. Tortured minds can't predict the future nor see its forth-comings. Days go on without answers, and the clock ticks forward without reason for the unexplainable events that pass on through its time.
-0-
The sun shone down, its beams hitting every surface lighting the entire day in its iridescent rays. Laughter could be heard, people could be seen walking and children in school could be eyed chasing after each other just simply delighting in the naïve pleasure they were allowed to dally in.
One child sat alone from the others playing around foolishly and getting their clothes torn and tattered. With small feet moving back and forth the swing he was seated on tottered back and forth to the rhythm of his own accordance.
While the swing’s slightly rusted chains squeaked back and forth at the kids moving ministrations a kids screaming rung through the air catching the young child’s endless attention. Lifting his head up from the seemingly interesting ground his gray eyes scanned the scene laid out before him.
One kid was lying on his stomach; face full of dirt while two others stood above him, grins spread across their grubby, and dirt streaked little faces. With a grunt of dissatisfaction he stood up from the swing leaving the plastic seat to sway on its own.
Stopping next to the kid on the ground he extended a hand to help up the tear stricken child. Gladly accepting the offered support the bullied kid pulled himself up off the floor wiping the tears from his face as if they were a burden to the world.
Taking a good look at his savior the little boy noticed that there was something eerie and out of place on his features. His hair was a dark pitch black with bangs reaching out over his forehead falling midway down to his shoulders and extensions rather short curling up in a spiky fashion from the base of his neck over the top of his head.
His eyes were a dark gray, seeming an almost black color unless you looked closely. In them held contents of vast amounts of wonder, curiosity, and yet a certain hindrance, and cold harshness.
His posture was friendly enough but rendered the thought of cockiness, superiority and general confidence. With one hand situated in the pocket of his knee length white pants and the other held lifeless at his side a small smile graced his lips making everything about him seem lighter, and gentler.
“You alright?” he asked, voice being a lot kinder than one would expect from someone with such a general overview.
Nodding quickly the boy whipped at his eyes again smearing the imaginary tears that were already slashed from existence off his face.
“Hey!” came a booming voice interrupting the consoling conversation between the two kids.
Moving his head slightly the black haired, gray-eyed boy looked at one of the two bullies still standing there watching the friendly exchange.
“What are you still doing here,” he calmly stated his hand still remaining in his pocket and the other only slightly twitching to keep the blood flowing into him palm.
“What I feel like doing,” the bully exclaimed back in the utmost unintelligent way he could possibly manage.
“How about you do what you feel like doing somewhere else, your disturbing me,” he evenly put it turning around coolly starting back to the swing he was earlier occupying.
“Why you little punk.”
By now a small group of other children had gathered around to watch the exchange of words between the two students and were eagerly awaiting the next action that would happen in the trade. They neither were disappointed nor had to wait long before the bully made a move and charged towards the other kids turned back in a cowardly yet indecisive move.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy stopped walking and disappeared from sight. Stunned from the sudden reaction the bully skidded to an ungraceful stop and stupidly whipped his head from side to side trying to decipher where the boy had gone.
A shiver ran down his back before a sharp pain hit the back of his knee and he went falling forward with such amazing speed that it was a surprise his face wasn’t run into the ground. With a cry of pain from the boy and a shout of shock from the spectators the missing boy turned up, his hand closed into a fist his body in a forward stance.
As if afraid he was going to turn on them like some savage, rabid beast all the kids dispersed leaving one stunned kid, one brushing off an imaginary spec of dirt, another flailing on the floor grasping his knee in agony and a fourth grinning as if the apocalypse had just sprung up from the depths of hell, and he was the command of all the evil.
Practically tripping over himself the bully’s friend ran past the grinning kid and the other indifferent one over to him grabbing him by the shoulder and picking him up slowly making sure not to hurt him any further.
“You freak,” he spat in his face before half dragging, half carrying his friend off the nurse’s office for a checkup to make sure nothing was broken or seriously injured. When in doubt by the look on his face and the pain in his voice, something was snapped or shattered.
Letting out a sigh he shrugged off the often-heard comment and started to finish the short walk back to the swing he was sitting on earlier. Stopping in his tracks for yet another time he turned his head to stare at the kid who was openly grinning at him.
“Anything else I can do,” he commented in and off handed matter trying to reason why the kid was just standing and staring, and above all smiling like tomorrow was to never come.
With a stuttering tone the kid’s bottom lip quivered up and down trying to form words that remained amorphous. After a few more tries his mouth opened this time comprehensible words admitted.
“That was amazing,” he said eyes flashing a sudden emotion that was gone as soon as it had appeared, yet not soon enough for the other young boy to pick up on the look and a frown to form on his features.
Turning his entire body, fists clenched at his side in excitement the kid let an excited laugh escape his mouth before his power hungry eyes met with his young counter part. “Would you teach me,” he quickly said.
“Would you show me how to do what you just did? Then those guys would never bother me again,” he breathlessly said. Mocking an unformed and untrained upper cut with one of his fists he bounced up giddily.
“Please,” he begged. “I would be unstoppable, and then no one would…”
“Mess with you again?” the other guessed, his voice now hard, all traces of friendliness gone. “That’s what you were going to say right? That if you were strong and knew how to beat people up no one would mess with you. That’s pathetic; guys like you… Guys like you should never be allowed to have power,” he practically screamed in the kids face.
Turning around with both his hands now in his pockets he walked back over to his earlier swing. Retracting one hand from his pocket he grabbed his bag strap and placed it over his head to rest on the opposite shoulder. Then placing the hand back in his pocket he proceeded to walk off the school campus and home.
“That’s the kid isn’t it?”
“Yeah, one of the two heirs to the Uchiha Name.”
“I heard his brother is dead.”
“I heard he ran away from home.”
“Isn’t Uchiha the name of one of the wealthiest families in the town?”
“Rumor is they are now bankrupt.”
He heard all the whispers being thrown around by careless children his age, older and even some younger. It wasn’t something new. Rumors had been spreading around ever since his brother ran away from home the last year.
He had only been six at the time, yet he thought he understood his brother and what he was doing with his life. But that whole year he had seemed more distant, more self-reliant. He had stayed out till late hours of the night, and had either been cooped up in his room during the day or out in the landscape behind their house training.
He remembered asking his brother once to help him train, to help him become stronger. He had loved his brother, admired him even, and asking him to help him train was a point of trying to be more like him.
“Brother, Brother! Will you help me train today?”
“I have things to do.”
“Come on! You never teach me anything, it’s not fair, you always promise… but you never do.”
“Next time Sasuke, next time.”
He seemed more distant than ever that day. His eyes didn’t have any light to them. They were cold, hard, gone. The next day he just never came home, and from that day on he was never really heard of by the family again. Most thought him dead, wounded or even too handicapped to show his face to the proud Uchiha family again.
Others pronounced maybe he was kidnapped, killed, hurt… yet a ransom note or condolence script was never sent back home announcing any evidence of the sort. Then there were the skeptics who said he just simply ran away because he was too weak to deal with any of the family’s dealings.
That’s the one thing that had always made the young man mad. He brother was never weak. He was never the one to run away from a challenge no matter how much of a disadvantage he seemed to be at. He was the family protégée, the one who was going to take on the proud name of the Uchiha Family and bring it to its utmost ever high. No, his brother was defiantly not a coward.
Yet no one knew the truth, and most likely the matter would remain speculation for the rest of time, until either his body was found whether it be alive or dead, or a note was read.
Continuing his way out of the school campus he finally reached a cross walk and pressed the button before waiting for the sign to show a white animated figure signaling that he could start walking.
Once the sign switched from “don’t walk” to “walk” he started on his path home once again his mind simply remaining on the walk home his past being too puzzling to ponder on at a time like this.
:::Still on the playground:::
“So he is the one he wants,” commented the kid still standing on the playground where the other had stormed off from.
“Sasuke Uchiha, Heir to the family name, brother to the infamous Itachi Uchiha. And above all else, nothing but an untrained wimp,” sneered the boy.
Black hair held high in a spiky tight pony tail and tanned skin darkened more by the sun over head a twisted grin spread across his face adding more to the evil aura around him that suddenly spiked.
Suddenly as if foreshadow thunder could be heard in the distance and rain came down in sheets on people, plants and ground alike. Kids scurried around trying to get under protective gear and decided to either wait out the rain or take a chance and run the length to their house.
The sun faded and was replaced by black clouds and a gray sky. Shaking his head side to side sending water droplets cascading off his figure he let out a crackling laugh that in an instant mixed with the sound of thunder rolling. Within an instant lightning flashed and once it was gone, so was he.
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A/N: So how was it? Good? Bad?! I would love feed back from everyone, and Comments would be greatly appreciated! The more comments I get, the faster the chapters come out and such, and you get the drift!
Hope you enjoyed it.
Now, clicky the button and make both you and me happy!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If you liked that, Please Go to http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2145619/1/ and Scroll the the bottom of the page and Submit a review. It would be greatly Appreciated!
Rating: PG-13 (Will go up for Blood, Violence and Language)
Summary: (AU) Sasuke's Parents are killed in front of him as a young boy, and his once mysteriously disappered older brother, Itachi comes back to be the young boy's care-taker. When switching schools he finds new friends and unexpected enemies. A fic about growing up and Learning thatthe world isnt a nice place.
Current Chapters Finished: 2
If You would Like to Read, Go
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or All his counter parts that I love oh So much!
Reference: Well, I was bored, and from boredom all great things sprout. This is something my wonderful accomplice in crime and I concocted.
As a warning, this story will contain some spoilers for those not accustomed to the story as of now in the chapter’s 100 plus. But if not then don’t worry, its only characters and such since this will be an AU story with only some of the plot and character personalities the same. Also the rating for the story will go up as the story progresses due to violent content, cussing and gore.
Read and Enjoy!
Naruto Cast © Masashi Kishimoto, Plot thought © Jessi Cutrell, Chelsea Silverman.
"Deception"
Chapter 1: Thoughts of a plagued past.
The unexpected happens, the unexplainable. Tortured minds can't predict the future nor see its forth-comings. Days go on without answers, and the clock ticks forward without reason for the unexplainable events that pass on through its time.
-0-
The sun shone down, its beams hitting every surface lighting the entire day in its iridescent rays. Laughter could be heard, people could be seen walking and children in school could be eyed chasing after each other just simply delighting in the naïve pleasure they were allowed to dally in.
One child sat alone from the others playing around foolishly and getting their clothes torn and tattered. With small feet moving back and forth the swing he was seated on tottered back and forth to the rhythm of his own accordance.
While the swing’s slightly rusted chains squeaked back and forth at the kids moving ministrations a kids screaming rung through the air catching the young child’s endless attention. Lifting his head up from the seemingly interesting ground his gray eyes scanned the scene laid out before him.
One kid was lying on his stomach; face full of dirt while two others stood above him, grins spread across their grubby, and dirt streaked little faces. With a grunt of dissatisfaction he stood up from the swing leaving the plastic seat to sway on its own.
Stopping next to the kid on the ground he extended a hand to help up the tear stricken child. Gladly accepting the offered support the bullied kid pulled himself up off the floor wiping the tears from his face as if they were a burden to the world.
Taking a good look at his savior the little boy noticed that there was something eerie and out of place on his features. His hair was a dark pitch black with bangs reaching out over his forehead falling midway down to his shoulders and extensions rather short curling up in a spiky fashion from the base of his neck over the top of his head.
His eyes were a dark gray, seeming an almost black color unless you looked closely. In them held contents of vast amounts of wonder, curiosity, and yet a certain hindrance, and cold harshness.
His posture was friendly enough but rendered the thought of cockiness, superiority and general confidence. With one hand situated in the pocket of his knee length white pants and the other held lifeless at his side a small smile graced his lips making everything about him seem lighter, and gentler.
“You alright?” he asked, voice being a lot kinder than one would expect from someone with such a general overview.
Nodding quickly the boy whipped at his eyes again smearing the imaginary tears that were already slashed from existence off his face.
“Hey!” came a booming voice interrupting the consoling conversation between the two kids.
Moving his head slightly the black haired, gray-eyed boy looked at one of the two bullies still standing there watching the friendly exchange.
“What are you still doing here,” he calmly stated his hand still remaining in his pocket and the other only slightly twitching to keep the blood flowing into him palm.
“What I feel like doing,” the bully exclaimed back in the utmost unintelligent way he could possibly manage.
“How about you do what you feel like doing somewhere else, your disturbing me,” he evenly put it turning around coolly starting back to the swing he was earlier occupying.
“Why you little punk.”
By now a small group of other children had gathered around to watch the exchange of words between the two students and were eagerly awaiting the next action that would happen in the trade. They neither were disappointed nor had to wait long before the bully made a move and charged towards the other kids turned back in a cowardly yet indecisive move.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy stopped walking and disappeared from sight. Stunned from the sudden reaction the bully skidded to an ungraceful stop and stupidly whipped his head from side to side trying to decipher where the boy had gone.
A shiver ran down his back before a sharp pain hit the back of his knee and he went falling forward with such amazing speed that it was a surprise his face wasn’t run into the ground. With a cry of pain from the boy and a shout of shock from the spectators the missing boy turned up, his hand closed into a fist his body in a forward stance.
As if afraid he was going to turn on them like some savage, rabid beast all the kids dispersed leaving one stunned kid, one brushing off an imaginary spec of dirt, another flailing on the floor grasping his knee in agony and a fourth grinning as if the apocalypse had just sprung up from the depths of hell, and he was the command of all the evil.
Practically tripping over himself the bully’s friend ran past the grinning kid and the other indifferent one over to him grabbing him by the shoulder and picking him up slowly making sure not to hurt him any further.
“You freak,” he spat in his face before half dragging, half carrying his friend off the nurse’s office for a checkup to make sure nothing was broken or seriously injured. When in doubt by the look on his face and the pain in his voice, something was snapped or shattered.
Letting out a sigh he shrugged off the often-heard comment and started to finish the short walk back to the swing he was sitting on earlier. Stopping in his tracks for yet another time he turned his head to stare at the kid who was openly grinning at him.
“Anything else I can do,” he commented in and off handed matter trying to reason why the kid was just standing and staring, and above all smiling like tomorrow was to never come.
With a stuttering tone the kid’s bottom lip quivered up and down trying to form words that remained amorphous. After a few more tries his mouth opened this time comprehensible words admitted.
“That was amazing,” he said eyes flashing a sudden emotion that was gone as soon as it had appeared, yet not soon enough for the other young boy to pick up on the look and a frown to form on his features.
Turning his entire body, fists clenched at his side in excitement the kid let an excited laugh escape his mouth before his power hungry eyes met with his young counter part. “Would you teach me,” he quickly said.
“Would you show me how to do what you just did? Then those guys would never bother me again,” he breathlessly said. Mocking an unformed and untrained upper cut with one of his fists he bounced up giddily.
“Please,” he begged. “I would be unstoppable, and then no one would…”
“Mess with you again?” the other guessed, his voice now hard, all traces of friendliness gone. “That’s what you were going to say right? That if you were strong and knew how to beat people up no one would mess with you. That’s pathetic; guys like you… Guys like you should never be allowed to have power,” he practically screamed in the kids face.
Turning around with both his hands now in his pockets he walked back over to his earlier swing. Retracting one hand from his pocket he grabbed his bag strap and placed it over his head to rest on the opposite shoulder. Then placing the hand back in his pocket he proceeded to walk off the school campus and home.
“That’s the kid isn’t it?”
“Yeah, one of the two heirs to the Uchiha Name.”
“I heard his brother is dead.”
“I heard he ran away from home.”
“Isn’t Uchiha the name of one of the wealthiest families in the town?”
“Rumor is they are now bankrupt.”
He heard all the whispers being thrown around by careless children his age, older and even some younger. It wasn’t something new. Rumors had been spreading around ever since his brother ran away from home the last year.
He had only been six at the time, yet he thought he understood his brother and what he was doing with his life. But that whole year he had seemed more distant, more self-reliant. He had stayed out till late hours of the night, and had either been cooped up in his room during the day or out in the landscape behind their house training.
He remembered asking his brother once to help him train, to help him become stronger. He had loved his brother, admired him even, and asking him to help him train was a point of trying to be more like him.
“Brother, Brother! Will you help me train today?”
“I have things to do.”
“Come on! You never teach me anything, it’s not fair, you always promise… but you never do.”
“Next time Sasuke, next time.”
He seemed more distant than ever that day. His eyes didn’t have any light to them. They were cold, hard, gone. The next day he just never came home, and from that day on he was never really heard of by the family again. Most thought him dead, wounded or even too handicapped to show his face to the proud Uchiha family again.
Others pronounced maybe he was kidnapped, killed, hurt… yet a ransom note or condolence script was never sent back home announcing any evidence of the sort. Then there were the skeptics who said he just simply ran away because he was too weak to deal with any of the family’s dealings.
That’s the one thing that had always made the young man mad. He brother was never weak. He was never the one to run away from a challenge no matter how much of a disadvantage he seemed to be at. He was the family protégée, the one who was going to take on the proud name of the Uchiha Family and bring it to its utmost ever high. No, his brother was defiantly not a coward.
Yet no one knew the truth, and most likely the matter would remain speculation for the rest of time, until either his body was found whether it be alive or dead, or a note was read.
Continuing his way out of the school campus he finally reached a cross walk and pressed the button before waiting for the sign to show a white animated figure signaling that he could start walking.
Once the sign switched from “don’t walk” to “walk” he started on his path home once again his mind simply remaining on the walk home his past being too puzzling to ponder on at a time like this.
:::Still on the playground:::
“So he is the one he wants,” commented the kid still standing on the playground where the other had stormed off from.
“Sasuke Uchiha, Heir to the family name, brother to the infamous Itachi Uchiha. And above all else, nothing but an untrained wimp,” sneered the boy.
Black hair held high in a spiky tight pony tail and tanned skin darkened more by the sun over head a twisted grin spread across his face adding more to the evil aura around him that suddenly spiked.
Suddenly as if foreshadow thunder could be heard in the distance and rain came down in sheets on people, plants and ground alike. Kids scurried around trying to get under protective gear and decided to either wait out the rain or take a chance and run the length to their house.
The sun faded and was replaced by black clouds and a gray sky. Shaking his head side to side sending water droplets cascading off his figure he let out a crackling laugh that in an instant mixed with the sound of thunder rolling. Within an instant lightning flashed and once it was gone, so was he.
-0-
A/N: So how was it? Good? Bad?! I would love feed back from everyone, and Comments would be greatly appreciated! The more comments I get, the faster the chapters come out and such, and you get the drift!
Hope you enjoyed it.
Now, clicky the button and make both you and me happy!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If you liked that, Please Go to http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2145619/1/ and Scroll the the bottom of the page and Submit a review. It would be greatly Appreciated!