@mandate-of-hell

ramencrazedninja:

After a few weeks away from Konoha, Naruto was ready to return home. It had been exhausting being on a mission of his own, and it hadn’t even been that exciting. Just travel to the Land of Water, get the scrolls that Tsunade had asked Naruto to retrieve, and come home. It had been easy enough. And boring too. Naruto sighed and he put his hands behind his back. Still, missions were missions, so Naruto just went with it.

Naruto wondered what the big deal was with the scrolls, though. Tsunade had stressed the importance of retrieving them, but when pressed about giving further information, hadn’t said a word. That confused the blonde. Maybe baa-chan had her reasons for staying quiet, who knew? Anyway…Naruto decided to take a quick rest. After all, he was still several hours away from Konoha, and he needed to fill up on water. So he placed his knapsack down and then crouched by a small stream, taking a bottle out and began to fill up on water. 

Running water flooded atop his head as he leaned his body over, allowing a monstrous waterfall to envelope his entire top half. The heavy flow of water drenched his entire torso, causing thick onyx locks to cling to his porcelain exterior, and even coax his vision for a few brief moments. Each droplet was like an alleviating kiss from the heavens, it relieved his aching muscles and tired mind. Taking in a large, lengthy breath, he removed himself from the stream, running a few loose digits through knotty strands.

The raven often enjoyed isolated moments like this, nothing but a peaceful waterfall to drown out any unwanted noises, it kept him at peace. It kept his mind clear and for once, he could think exquisitely level-headed. It was in these brief moments of sanity that he found himself wishing for another destiny - idling in the back of his mind was his past, albeit horrifying and traumatizing, he found the existence of such suffering as a comfort. If it hadn’t been for Itachi, Sasuke would have never known just how fucked up Konoha was, and how badly it needed to be cleansed; purified of every imperfect person in it.

Fingers curled, disgruntled once again by his thoughts. He pulled himself away from the water completely, returning to his dry shirt and loosely pulling it over his head.

He followed the waterfall’s miniature river until he saw a crouched over figure. Sasuke was too far to recognize or make out the person’s identity, so he cautiously moved forward.