The Ninja of the Night

Meeting Sasuke

He felt the hands disappear and eveything went white. He could see himself, but there was this setting, A boy with black hair, pale skin, and in a white shirt, black pants with purple rope stared at him. However, Naruto was unable to see his eyes or hear his voice. "S-Sasuke..?" he asked, then he stepped back and sheltered himself as the light behind the boy grew harshly

......

Naruto felt his back against something hard. He felt a bit cold, so he attempted to cover himself up, but then soon realized that he had nothing to cover up with. Waking up in frustration, he sat up and looked around.

His was in this clearing inside a forest. The trees were oak, so they held a crispy yellow to its leaves. The sky was a soft orange-yellow with some purple. All he heard was the chirping of birds nearby.

He was under the impression that he was still sleeping, so he rubbed his eyes. Except, he was actually not sleeping. So, he tried his best to remember what happened last. Then began to rub his head in frustration.

"Dammit! Why can't I remember what happened! The last thing I remember was--" he was hit with a shoe.

"Shut up, be quiet! Others are still asleep!" he heard an angry voice beginning to nag him. Naruto turned his head to see Sakura and Sai sitting up, legs and arms crossed.

"Huh? What do you mean, you guys are clearly awake," he pointed out.

"No, dummy! Not us! The people in that village! It is morning for them," Sakura furrowed her brows with annoyance.

"Village?" he asked, feeling puzzled. He crawled over to the bushes behind them to see what they were talking about.

"Be careful and make sure not to be noticed!" she whispered to him. Sai nodded in agreement and crawled next to him. "I will try to see what is going on.." she muttered the last part, mainly to herself, however.

"What do you mean, you can't get rid of him? He's just a kid that is in the way! Sure he is good in his class and gets good grades, but there is no value to his name. If anything, he is just being a nuisance if he has nothing to stand for, right?" a villager complained. The villagers around the farmer's market were all whispering, sharing glances at the boy that was walking through. He wore a blue-black kimono, dark wooden sandals, and black short hair.

The teen kept his head down, hands lowered, and shuffled his feet to pass through the stalls. To be honest, he had just hoped to buy some eggs, then go home and do homework. Not go through the village and to be badmouthed. His main focus was to ignore what the others were saying so that he could focus on his projects that he had at home. He was studying a new trick that only kids who were two grades ahead could know. So, he had to keep it on the down-low, otherwise it might spark an issue.

So he kept walking, already used to the treatment, straight to the other side of the village. While walking home, he paused. Three people were outside the village. People he hand recognized. He could feel their presence, and it was someone he hadn't known. Enemy invasion? No, too little. Unless they were super strong, but he doubted it.

After deciding to brush off the feeling, he moved down the road into a small shed. There were probably just travelers, having lost their way.

The shed was located about a 50 feet away from the last house to the road that led out of the village. The shed was a worn down one. It was built with dark wood and some tall grass surrounding it, and some bushes to help hide it away. Some moss grew on the sides of the wood and it looked like it could fall apart any day. However, that didn't bother the teen. He opened the door, as it creaked a loudly. Behind the door was a dark brown blanket.