Rewind Rewind [Permanent Hiatus]

Ch02

It was dark, cold, and infinite. There was no sound nor light to know one's whereabouts. But there was pain -- a ripping tremor of excruciating pain.

The dark time came and passed, a light exploded, yet the pain only intensified. He could here countless voices screaming, pleading, talking, crying out to him; overlapping and ever getting louder. He couldn't move his body.

"NARUTO! IT'S KAKASHI! HE'S--"

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"NARUTO-KUN, SAKURA'S..."

"SASUKE! NONONONONONO"

"TEAM 8 WENT MIA!!"

"RETREAT! FALL BACK!"

"FOR KONOHA!!!"

He felt cold, empty and vile. It was suffocating. He felt bile in his throat and a contagious burning coldness in his heart. There was a flurry of images, of voices, of sensations. His thoughts were wrecking havoc and his logistics were haywire.

There was a desperate cry of instinct inside him, filled with fear and hate and anger. Like a chorus of battle cries, they roared,

FIGHT, DAMN IT!FIGHT!!! NO! YES! KILLKILLKILL! KILL THEM ALL!!! KILL! THEM! AALLL! AHHH!

His lungs almost gave up on him, he jerked up with a sharp intake of air. His chest pounding in his head; frantic with panick, eyes dilated and complexion pale. He was sweating but he was cold and felt the need to throw up.

He slapped himself, a loud smack had echoed leaving a handprint on his own face, some sense coming back to him.

He frantically scanned his surroundings for any threat only to be faced by the molding deteriorating walls of an apartment he had moved out of years ago; One that he was sure had been destroyed.

This had to be a genjutsu. It had to. Why else would he still be here -in this run down apartment- as if he never left; as if everything that transpired was but a nightmare. No, he refused to believe this.

How could he even think nor believe this to be reality when the reality he knew slaps him in the face every month, day, hour, and second of the aftermath of the bloodbath he died after?!

This was bullshit, for a lack of better word.

His vision started to whirl and he felt that sickly sensation in his stomach again, he gagged. He was hyperventilating and he only had his nightstand for support.

"--to"

"--ruto!"

"NARUTO!!"

"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THIS, KURAMA?!"

"About that," The fox awkwardly giggled, "I sent us back in time--"

Naruto forgot to breathe, forgot to hear, to see, forgot to breathe. He felt like someone dumped a bucket of freezing water on him. It suddenly became so cold, so so much cold, he started shaking. He felt the nausea coming back and the bile in his throat seemed to make him gag. He held his head in a desperate sense of instinct just as he felt his vision leave and his senses numb. It made him almost wretch. Almost.