𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 || Naruto Uzumaki

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『 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝟎𝟎𝟎 』
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━『 Prologue 』

i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶ 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My teeth grit upon noticing my mistake; I was convincing myself that I wasn't going insane, but it seemed that my mind had other plans. With a frustrated sigh, I cross out every line that is written; the ink bleeds into the paper. My fingers curl at the roots of my hair and intertwine with obsidian locks cascading down my waist. I need to keep myself together. I can't afford to lose control now. But even as he speaks, I feel it happening, like the fraying of the edges of my resolve, like ancient parchment.

I jolted up to my knees with quite violent movement. I shoved everything off the table, and there were ink spills everywhere, forming dark pools on the oak table that then proceeded to waterfall onto my floor. Papers flew all about my once tidy room, and the letters from Sasuke mixed with the pages I poured out all my innermost thoughts onto.

I know I should clean it up, and hide all the evidence of my communication with my brother, but at this moment, I just. don't care anymore.

I sink down, my breathing growing heavier; my knees form a dip beneath me as my legs make a W shape. Closing my eyes, I try to keep my racing thoughts at bay, but they just keep spiraling out of control. My hands instinctively rise to grasp my hair once more, fingers curling tightly in the obsidian strands. I bend forward until my head is almost on the floor.

With a sharp, stabbing pain, my Sharingan flicks on. A scream rips from my throat as I clutch instinctively at my shoulder, the curse mark starting anew with pulses of dark, malignant energy. I will it to stop, to just cease, but it refuses. The cursed seal, reminding me of mistakes of yesteryear, of loss of control, tightens its hold on my very being.

Of all that I suffer, one thing is constantly before my mind: I want my brother. He alone can comprehend the tempest that is bursting in my soul, comfort me, counsel me. Ah, but he is far away, unattainable in this depth of misery.

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