Slamus contribution inspired me to write this introduction. Hope you enjoy.
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Fragments
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There go the neighborhoods
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Part One: Naruto
Naruto smiled weakly, as he looked at Sasuke. Who simply stared back, a slight frown on his face.
“Told you,” Naruto coughed wetly, “we would both die.”
One of Sasuke's eyes twitched. He didn't give any other indication that he heard Naruto.
Naruto wondered why he didn't hear Sakura, who had been watching the fight. Usually she would be screaming bloody murder at them...
“Well, not quite how I planned it, but well within my contingency plans.” Madara said, causally strolling towards the young men, who had their fists embedded in each other.
Naruto struggled weakly, desperately trying to face the new threat. Sasuke, on the other hand, smiled darkly. A bloody chuckle escaping his lips.
“You see Naruto,” Madara continued. “I don't need you to be, strictly speaking, alive a state of suspended animation, on the edge of death works just fine. Better even.” The man smiled behind his mask, Naruto could just tell.
“The fact that Sasuke died with you? Quite the bonus really. He did become somewhat annoying. But he played his part admirably.”
Naruto growled at Madara, how dare he?
Sasuke chuckled again.
“You...” He coughed up blood all over Naruto. “You... think... I didn't plan this?” He rasped out.
“What?” Madara and Naruto both asked, and looked at Sasuke., who had his Sharingan spinning wildly.
“You were just as guilty as Konoha Madara.” He chuckled. “You think I would let you win?”
And suddenly Naruto and Sasuke stood before the Kyuubi, still mortally wounded, still too weak to move, but Sasuke didn't seem bother by it at all.
“Hey fox. You want to life?” He asked, the rasp gone, even though the chest-wound remained.
“What do you think Uchiha?” The fox growled.
“Got a way for you to escape then. You remember Kakashi's kamui?” Sasuke asked.
“What the hell are you doing bastard?” Naruto interrupted the two of them, but neither bothered to answer him.
“Yeah... you want to use that eh?” The fox watched the young man in front of him.
“I need your power for it though. Ripping a hole into reality... not easy. Not easy at all.” Sasuke answered. Naruto struggled uselessly. He couldn't move at all, the sharingan keeping him in place.
“Hahahaha.” The fox grinned with far too many teeth at the Uchiha. “It would destroy vast tracks of land, that plan of yours. Ripping a hole into reality... and this close to Konoha...”
Sasuke shrugged. “All part of the plan.”
“Very well, I agree. Send me away, maybe I'll even be free of the brat then!”
Sasuke nodded, as the Kyuubi's evil chakra rushed him.
“No! What the hell are you doing?” Naruto demanded, finally wrenching himself free from Sasuke's mental hold.
But Sasuke didn't answer, instead he looked at the Kyuubi. His eyes turning bleeding freely now, and totally red.
“Sasuke!” Naruto screamed, as he jumped between his rival and the Kyuubi.
Then Sasuke released whatever technique he was using and everything went black.
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Sasuke gasped, as he fell backwards, away from Naruto's corpse, which also fell backwards. In between them, a black sphere had opened, energy seemed to seep from it like blood from a wound.
“What did you do Sasuke.” Madara whispered, staring at the sphere in horror.
“Destroyed your plans, you and Konoha.” Sasuke whispered, before the hole in reality erupted in a shock-wave, washing over the remains of Konoha, ripping any living or nonliving thing apart.
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Naruto gasped as he woke up. He frantically looked around, but Sasuke was nowhere to be seen...
In fact, he appeared to be in his bedroom... if an exploding tag had hit it.
“What? What happened?” He muttered, slowly, wobbly getting out of his bed.
His gaze fell on the calender, where a red cross marked the day as: “Today! Genin Exams! Gonna Kick Ass!”
Naruto starred at it for a few seconds, then ran to the window, to stare at the Hokage Monument.
The Monument with only four heads, instead of five.
“No way, no way, no way, no way...” He repeated over and over again, falling backwards.
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Part Two: Sasuke
Sasuke stood against Madara, flanked by Naruto and Sakura. All three of them were bleeding profoundly, however Madara was at the end of his rope as well. He was breathing heavy and his clothes were torn in various places, displaying wounds that would have killed lesser men.
“Give up Madara. There's no way you can win against us.” Sasuke taunted. “The Hokage is cleaning up your little war. The other villages have brought your precious statue under their control.”
He charged the madman in front of him. Punctuating his next words with punches and kicks. “And we will. Beat. You!”
Sakura and Naruto were holding back, only helping when necessary, this was his battle, his ancestor, that had tried again and again, to bring the Uchiha down and to destroy Konoha.
From the moment he send the Kyuubi out to attack Konoha, in the hopes that the Uchiha would be blamed.
They would have too, if Sasuke's father hadn't sacrificed himself and Sasuke, in order to bring the Uchiha closer to Konoha and bridge whatever gaps Madara had managed to create with his scheming.
Sasuke called on the power of the Kyuubi. With his eyes, he had incredible control over it, even with the Kyuubi uncooperative.
He could see Madara's eye widen, as he tore out one of his arms.
Sasuke hated the fact that, even with his amazing control he still enjoyed the violence and bloodshed. But that was the price for this kind of power.
“You will die now Madara!” He screamed, ripping into Madara again and again.
Until he heard a chuckle from behind.
“You think it would be that easy?” Madara growled. Most of the wounds he had a few seconds ago were present. However, none Sasuke had caused in the last few seconds were.
“You may have beaten me Sasuke. You may have stopped my plans.” Madara spat, Sasuke's eyes widened in horror.
“But don't think it didn't come at a price!” Madara shook the corpses of Sakura and Naruto.
“How?” Sasuke muttered, as the fox coat dissipated into nothingness.
“How could you?”
Madara fell to his knees. “If you are willing to die brat, you can accomplish the greatest of deeds.”
And Madara's Sharingan sprang back into full force, sending a wave of pitch black fire at Sasuke.
Sasuke could see Madara fall over, slack and lifeless. Before the fire coated him in agony.
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He found himself in the dungeons that represented his mind. The Kyuubi safely behind the bars of it's prison.
“Well brat. Seems we are going to die, just like your little friends.” It chuckled. “All that power you stole from me, only to die like that. Pathetic.”
Sasuke didn't rise to the bait. He simply slumped to the ground in despair. Naruto and Sakura were death. How would he explain that to Hinata? Or Sakura's mother? He promised he would keep them safe! He promised!
“Brat!” The Kyuubi rumbled. “I have no intention of dying.”
Sasuke didn't react, at all.
“Bah, then die. I'm sure your friends won't hold it against you, failing to safe them that is.”
Sasuke looked up sharply. “What do you mean?”
“Hehehe, though that would catch your attention.” The fox rattled in his chains, attempting to strech a claw out of his prison.
“Those eyes of yours, they have some control over time and space, don't they?” He asked.
Sasuke nodded numbly. With Itchai's and the Hokage's help he had gained quite a bit of control over both his eyes and time space ninjutsu.
“Well, if I give you all of my power, all at once... I think we can return to the past with your eyes.”
“We can? You really think we can?” Sasuke, knew that there had to be a catch. But then again, the Kyuubi had always professed that it would life to be free of it's cage one day. If he died now though... and it was a chance to safe his friends. To prevent Madara from killing them.
If he had just paid a little bit more attention. If he had been a little bit more careful.
“Of course I can brat. I'm more than powerful enough to power a simple jutsu like that. The only question is whether you can pull it off fast enough. We are currently burning alive after all. And what would your friends say if they knew you failed to safe them because you were too slow?”
Sasuke glared at the fox as his sharingan flared to life, the tomoe spinning madly. “I'm ready bastard. Just give me your chakra!” He growled.
“Fine, here it is!” The fox somehow managed to shrug. As a gigantic wave f chakra slammed into Sasuke.
Sasuke screamed in agony as the chakra burned through his veins and the fire of Amaterasu, suddenly made itself know, now that the buffer of his mind-scape disappeared.
Still he persevered, forming the chakra, even through the black haze, miraculously his eyes hadn't been touched by the fire, that had reduced most of his skin to ash already.
In a last agonizing push he released the jutsu, pushing through the boundary only he could see.
It shattered, and for the split second, that he was aware of it, he felt that something had gone quite catastrophically wrong.
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Sasuke opened his eyes and looked around.
He was alone, in a small spartan apartment.
Nothing at all like his home in the clan compound.
His eyes fell on a calendar, a small mark indicated that today... or yesterday, he wasn't entirely sure, was the genin entrance exam.
Slowly he got up and walked around the room, searching for any hint on what was going on or where he ended up.
“Dammit fox, what did you do to me?” He muttered to himself.
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Part Three: Sakura
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Sakura smiled at the little dog as it sniffed around the dusty floor of the building.
“Come here little doggie, come here.” She cooed.
The dog turned it's head to the side and regarded her for a second. It backed off, when it heard a low growl coming from Sakura's direction, before it continued to sniff the ground.
Sakura frowned, then shook her head ruefully. “Oh well, not as if it matters.” Sakura muttered, before flinging a kunai at the dog, severing it's spine from the head.
“Dinner time!” She crowed, scampering over to collect her prize.
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Madara brooded over several scrolls, his plan nearly complete. All he had to do was wait, and hope Haruno managed to collect what he send her out to get.
A second later the door to his lab flew open and the smell of cooked meat invaded his nose.
He turned around, Haruno Sakura strode in, a bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage in one hand, the burnt remains of some animal, Madara narrowed his eyes, dog apparently, in the other.
Haruno noticed his stare and narrowed her eyes in return. “That's my meat, go catch your own.” She growled, animal like.
Madara decided to ignore his own empty stomach. If she had what he send her for it would be over soon anyway.
“Was that all you caught? Or did you bring me what I send you for.” He asked exasperated. Not that he believed she didn't have it. No matter how much of a drunken bitch she was, she did finish her missions.
Sakura rolled her eyes, which did interesting things to her face, it highlighted her scars quite nicely.
“Of course I have it asshole.” She ripped a piece of meat of the carcass and washed it down with a swig of... whatever the bottle contained. Maybe paint thinner. If she found some somewhere.
Then she put the bottle down and threw him a few vials of a murky red liquid.
“There, that was all I could find in Orochimaru's labs.”
He looked at the bottles wearily. It should be enough, over the years he had improved his chakra control beyond anything he thought possible.
“Good, then everything is ready. Just sit down here, while I prepare the jutsu.” He took a deep breath, almost immediately regretting it. It had been said, before the last war, when there where still people alive to work with, or attack Haruno, that her breath should count as a weapon. And that she didn't need any chakra for the grand fireball.
In close proximity Madara was inclined to agree. He figured the only reason Haruno didn't keel over, from having every cell in her body throughoutly drenched in alcohol, was the fact that the alcohol preserved her. Like a brain in one of Orochimaru's jars or something.
He opened the vials Haruno had brought. And quickly downed them. The vials were killing him, even as they supplied him with chakra equal to one of the tailed beast... well the 4 tails at least.
Not that it mattered if he lived or died, if he succeeded he would be killed from the backlash of punching a hole into reality. If not... well there wasn't really anything left to life for so no loss there as well.
Haruno just sat in the circle, munching her meat, drinking her... alcohol. Not saying a word.
Some would have found her disgusting. Madara found her admirable. Even know, after three major ninja wars, loosing every person she ever called a friend, or cared for. Having watched Uzumaki Naruto and Sasuke Uchiha kill each other in the event that triggered the first of the three ninja wars...
She still managed to maintain a thin layer of humanity. A very thin layer admittedly but she had it.
His single sharingan flared to life, for the briefest of seconds. After it closed again he couldn't see the black eclipse that occupied the space Haruno's head had occupied a second ago.
He didn't notice it expand and reduce the underground fortress and his lab to ash, as well as the wasteland that stretched for several thousand miles above it.
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Haruno Sakura woke up and the first thing she realized, was that she was sober.
The shakes set in almost immediately. As well as the memories. Faces, voices, screams... she forced the cacophony down, and brought the shakes under control. It was just till she managed to find a bar, she woodenly made her way to the window.
And a smile, the first one that wasn't a carefully faked mask in over 20 years crept on her face.
“Booze,” She whispered. “Real booze. Not the bloody tainted stuff I have to make from... well garbage and stuff....”
She looked around, pinpointing the wallet that belonged to the previous inhabitant of this body... or was that herself... meh who cared, the body was hers now.
She stopped in front of the full body mirror and watched herself for a second. A weak, frail child stared back. No rings under her eyes, no scars ripping her face in half, no broken nose. She was pretty!
She nearly laughed at the thought. As if it mattered.
Still she had money, she slammed her hands into the seals for henge and a twenty something woman had replaced the frail girl.
She appeared to be an adult. And, most importantly, she had several bars with decent alcohol available. And she supposed a body with zero alcohol-tolerance. Well she would just have to work on that. And the medical jutsu to limit the effects of alcohol on the body should still work, they only required chakra control, nothing else after all.
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There go the neighborhoods
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Part One: Naruto
Naruto smiled weakly, as he looked at Sasuke. Who simply stared back, a slight frown on his face.
“Told you,” Naruto coughed wetly, “we would both die.”
One of Sasuke's eyes twitched. He didn't give any other indication that he heard Naruto.
Naruto wondered why he didn't hear Sakura, who had been watching the fight. Usually she would be screaming bloody murder at them...
“Well, not quite how I planned it, but well within my contingency plans.” Madara said, causally strolling towards the young men, who had their fists embedded in each other.
Naruto struggled weakly, desperately trying to face the new threat. Sasuke, on the other hand, smiled darkly. A bloody chuckle escaping his lips.
“You see Naruto,” Madara continued. “I don't need you to be, strictly speaking, alive a state of suspended animation, on the edge of death works just fine. Better even.” The man smiled behind his mask, Naruto could just tell.
“The fact that Sasuke died with you? Quite the bonus really. He did become somewhat annoying. But he played his part admirably.”
Naruto growled at Madara, how dare he?
Sasuke chuckled again.
“You...” He coughed up blood all over Naruto. “You... think... I didn't plan this?” He rasped out.
“What?” Madara and Naruto both asked, and looked at Sasuke., who had his Sharingan spinning wildly.
“You were just as guilty as Konoha Madara.” He chuckled. “You think I would let you win?”
And suddenly Naruto and Sasuke stood before the Kyuubi, still mortally wounded, still too weak to move, but Sasuke didn't seem bother by it at all.
“Hey fox. You want to life?” He asked, the rasp gone, even though the chest-wound remained.
“What do you think Uchiha?” The fox growled.
“Got a way for you to escape then. You remember Kakashi's kamui?” Sasuke asked.
“What the hell are you doing bastard?” Naruto interrupted the two of them, but neither bothered to answer him.
“Yeah... you want to use that eh?” The fox watched the young man in front of him.
“I need your power for it though. Ripping a hole into reality... not easy. Not easy at all.” Sasuke answered. Naruto struggled uselessly. He couldn't move at all, the sharingan keeping him in place.
“Hahahaha.” The fox grinned with far too many teeth at the Uchiha. “It would destroy vast tracks of land, that plan of yours. Ripping a hole into reality... and this close to Konoha...”
Sasuke shrugged. “All part of the plan.”
“Very well, I agree. Send me away, maybe I'll even be free of the brat then!”
Sasuke nodded, as the Kyuubi's evil chakra rushed him.
“No! What the hell are you doing?” Naruto demanded, finally wrenching himself free from Sasuke's mental hold.
But Sasuke didn't answer, instead he looked at the Kyuubi. His eyes turning bleeding freely now, and totally red.
“Sasuke!” Naruto screamed, as he jumped between his rival and the Kyuubi.
Then Sasuke released whatever technique he was using and everything went black.
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Sasuke gasped, as he fell backwards, away from Naruto's corpse, which also fell backwards. In between them, a black sphere had opened, energy seemed to seep from it like blood from a wound.
“What did you do Sasuke.” Madara whispered, staring at the sphere in horror.
“Destroyed your plans, you and Konoha.” Sasuke whispered, before the hole in reality erupted in a shock-wave, washing over the remains of Konoha, ripping any living or nonliving thing apart.
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Naruto gasped as he woke up. He frantically looked around, but Sasuke was nowhere to be seen...
In fact, he appeared to be in his bedroom... if an exploding tag had hit it.
“What? What happened?” He muttered, slowly, wobbly getting out of his bed.
His gaze fell on the calender, where a red cross marked the day as: “Today! Genin Exams! Gonna Kick Ass!”
Naruto starred at it for a few seconds, then ran to the window, to stare at the Hokage Monument.
The Monument with only four heads, instead of five.
“No way, no way, no way, no way...” He repeated over and over again, falling backwards.
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Part Two: Sasuke
Sasuke stood against Madara, flanked by Naruto and Sakura. All three of them were bleeding profoundly, however Madara was at the end of his rope as well. He was breathing heavy and his clothes were torn in various places, displaying wounds that would have killed lesser men.
“Give up Madara. There's no way you can win against us.” Sasuke taunted. “The Hokage is cleaning up your little war. The other villages have brought your precious statue under their control.”
He charged the madman in front of him. Punctuating his next words with punches and kicks. “And we will. Beat. You!”
Sakura and Naruto were holding back, only helping when necessary, this was his battle, his ancestor, that had tried again and again, to bring the Uchiha down and to destroy Konoha.
From the moment he send the Kyuubi out to attack Konoha, in the hopes that the Uchiha would be blamed.
They would have too, if Sasuke's father hadn't sacrificed himself and Sasuke, in order to bring the Uchiha closer to Konoha and bridge whatever gaps Madara had managed to create with his scheming.
Sasuke called on the power of the Kyuubi. With his eyes, he had incredible control over it, even with the Kyuubi uncooperative.
He could see Madara's eye widen, as he tore out one of his arms.
Sasuke hated the fact that, even with his amazing control he still enjoyed the violence and bloodshed. But that was the price for this kind of power.
“You will die now Madara!” He screamed, ripping into Madara again and again.
Until he heard a chuckle from behind.
“You think it would be that easy?” Madara growled. Most of the wounds he had a few seconds ago were present. However, none Sasuke had caused in the last few seconds were.
“You may have beaten me Sasuke. You may have stopped my plans.” Madara spat, Sasuke's eyes widened in horror.
“But don't think it didn't come at a price!” Madara shook the corpses of Sakura and Naruto.
“How?” Sasuke muttered, as the fox coat dissipated into nothingness.
“How could you?”
Madara fell to his knees. “If you are willing to die brat, you can accomplish the greatest of deeds.”
And Madara's Sharingan sprang back into full force, sending a wave of pitch black fire at Sasuke.
Sasuke could see Madara fall over, slack and lifeless. Before the fire coated him in agony.
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He found himself in the dungeons that represented his mind. The Kyuubi safely behind the bars of it's prison.
“Well brat. Seems we are going to die, just like your little friends.” It chuckled. “All that power you stole from me, only to die like that. Pathetic.”
Sasuke didn't rise to the bait. He simply slumped to the ground in despair. Naruto and Sakura were death. How would he explain that to Hinata? Or Sakura's mother? He promised he would keep them safe! He promised!
“Brat!” The Kyuubi rumbled. “I have no intention of dying.”
Sasuke didn't react, at all.
“Bah, then die. I'm sure your friends won't hold it against you, failing to safe them that is.”
Sasuke looked up sharply. “What do you mean?”
“Hehehe, though that would catch your attention.” The fox rattled in his chains, attempting to strech a claw out of his prison.
“Those eyes of yours, they have some control over time and space, don't they?” He asked.
Sasuke nodded numbly. With Itchai's and the Hokage's help he had gained quite a bit of control over both his eyes and time space ninjutsu.
“Well, if I give you all of my power, all at once... I think we can return to the past with your eyes.”
“We can? You really think we can?” Sasuke, knew that there had to be a catch. But then again, the Kyuubi had always professed that it would life to be free of it's cage one day. If he died now though... and it was a chance to safe his friends. To prevent Madara from killing them.
If he had just paid a little bit more attention. If he had been a little bit more careful.
“Of course I can brat. I'm more than powerful enough to power a simple jutsu like that. The only question is whether you can pull it off fast enough. We are currently burning alive after all. And what would your friends say if they knew you failed to safe them because you were too slow?”
Sasuke glared at the fox as his sharingan flared to life, the tomoe spinning madly. “I'm ready bastard. Just give me your chakra!” He growled.
“Fine, here it is!” The fox somehow managed to shrug. As a gigantic wave f chakra slammed into Sasuke.
Sasuke screamed in agony as the chakra burned through his veins and the fire of Amaterasu, suddenly made itself know, now that the buffer of his mind-scape disappeared.
Still he persevered, forming the chakra, even through the black haze, miraculously his eyes hadn't been touched by the fire, that had reduced most of his skin to ash already.
In a last agonizing push he released the jutsu, pushing through the boundary only he could see.
It shattered, and for the split second, that he was aware of it, he felt that something had gone quite catastrophically wrong.
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Sasuke opened his eyes and looked around.
He was alone, in a small spartan apartment.
Nothing at all like his home in the clan compound.
His eyes fell on a calendar, a small mark indicated that today... or yesterday, he wasn't entirely sure, was the genin entrance exam.
Slowly he got up and walked around the room, searching for any hint on what was going on or where he ended up.
“Dammit fox, what did you do to me?” He muttered to himself.
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Part Three: Sakura
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Sakura smiled at the little dog as it sniffed around the dusty floor of the building.
“Come here little doggie, come here.” She cooed.
The dog turned it's head to the side and regarded her for a second. It backed off, when it heard a low growl coming from Sakura's direction, before it continued to sniff the ground.
Sakura frowned, then shook her head ruefully. “Oh well, not as if it matters.” Sakura muttered, before flinging a kunai at the dog, severing it's spine from the head.
“Dinner time!” She crowed, scampering over to collect her prize.
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Madara brooded over several scrolls, his plan nearly complete. All he had to do was wait, and hope Haruno managed to collect what he send her out to get.
A second later the door to his lab flew open and the smell of cooked meat invaded his nose.
He turned around, Haruno Sakura strode in, a bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage in one hand, the burnt remains of some animal, Madara narrowed his eyes, dog apparently, in the other.
Haruno noticed his stare and narrowed her eyes in return. “That's my meat, go catch your own.” She growled, animal like.
Madara decided to ignore his own empty stomach. If she had what he send her for it would be over soon anyway.
“Was that all you caught? Or did you bring me what I send you for.” He asked exasperated. Not that he believed she didn't have it. No matter how much of a drunken bitch she was, she did finish her missions.
Sakura rolled her eyes, which did interesting things to her face, it highlighted her scars quite nicely.
“Of course I have it asshole.” She ripped a piece of meat of the carcass and washed it down with a swig of... whatever the bottle contained. Maybe paint thinner. If she found some somewhere.
Then she put the bottle down and threw him a few vials of a murky red liquid.
“There, that was all I could find in Orochimaru's labs.”
He looked at the bottles wearily. It should be enough, over the years he had improved his chakra control beyond anything he thought possible.
“Good, then everything is ready. Just sit down here, while I prepare the jutsu.” He took a deep breath, almost immediately regretting it. It had been said, before the last war, when there where still people alive to work with, or attack Haruno, that her breath should count as a weapon. And that she didn't need any chakra for the grand fireball.
In close proximity Madara was inclined to agree. He figured the only reason Haruno didn't keel over, from having every cell in her body throughoutly drenched in alcohol, was the fact that the alcohol preserved her. Like a brain in one of Orochimaru's jars or something.
He opened the vials Haruno had brought. And quickly downed them. The vials were killing him, even as they supplied him with chakra equal to one of the tailed beast... well the 4 tails at least.
Not that it mattered if he lived or died, if he succeeded he would be killed from the backlash of punching a hole into reality. If not... well there wasn't really anything left to life for so no loss there as well.
Haruno just sat in the circle, munching her meat, drinking her... alcohol. Not saying a word.
Some would have found her disgusting. Madara found her admirable. Even know, after three major ninja wars, loosing every person she ever called a friend, or cared for. Having watched Uzumaki Naruto and Sasuke Uchiha kill each other in the event that triggered the first of the three ninja wars...
She still managed to maintain a thin layer of humanity. A very thin layer admittedly but she had it.
His single sharingan flared to life, for the briefest of seconds. After it closed again he couldn't see the black eclipse that occupied the space Haruno's head had occupied a second ago.
He didn't notice it expand and reduce the underground fortress and his lab to ash, as well as the wasteland that stretched for several thousand miles above it.
- - -
Haruno Sakura woke up and the first thing she realized, was that she was sober.
The shakes set in almost immediately. As well as the memories. Faces, voices, screams... she forced the cacophony down, and brought the shakes under control. It was just till she managed to find a bar, she woodenly made her way to the window.
And a smile, the first one that wasn't a carefully faked mask in over 20 years crept on her face.
“Booze,” She whispered. “Real booze. Not the bloody tainted stuff I have to make from... well garbage and stuff....”
She looked around, pinpointing the wallet that belonged to the previous inhabitant of this body... or was that herself... meh who cared, the body was hers now.
She stopped in front of the full body mirror and watched herself for a second. A weak, frail child stared back. No rings under her eyes, no scars ripping her face in half, no broken nose. She was pretty!
She nearly laughed at the thought. As if it mattered.
Still she had money, she slammed her hands into the seals for henge and a twenty something woman had replaced the frail girl.
She appeared to be an adult. And, most importantly, she had several bars with decent alcohol available. And she supposed a body with zero alcohol-tolerance. Well she would just have to work on that. And the medical jutsu to limit the effects of alcohol on the body should still work, they only required chakra control, nothing else after all.
