The original idea was my younger sibling's. But he doesn't write any fanfics, so, I'm the one doing it. We were watching Naruto, and Itachi was explaining what Mangekyou Sharingan could do, so my sibling said: 'What if all the events of Naruto were just an illusion on Sasuke's part, created by Itachi, all with the sole purpose of improving his little brother's shuriken skills? What if Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi, the Jinchuuriki, Jiraiya, Orochimaru and the lot didn't exist?'
Well this is based on that. Just that I'm not going to just cause everyone to suddenly disappear, because that would be a bit hard/random/farfetched (well more far-fetched than this already is...) and it wouldn't be as funny...well I find it funny to emotionally damage and torture characters, but that's just me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, it would be off fillers by now.
"N-NARUTO!!!!!!!!!" he screamed as he watched his friend fall. The golden haired boy's hand still reaching out towards him, his eyes shining with happiness… How can you be happy you moron?! Why did you have to try so hard?? Sasuke bit down hard on his lip. You idiot…I wasn't worth saving…
Sasuke bit himself harder. This wasn't over yet…He could still save him…This time, it would be the other way around…He'd be the one saving that idiot's hide...just like old times…he thought, and jumped.
His eyes opened slowly. He found himself staring up at a blank ceiling. He was alive? Had he been rescued? What about Naruto? He sat up immediately, glancing around at his surroundings. He was in a nice room, comfortably furnished, with an alarm clock by his head. This all seemed so familiar…
He stood up slowly. Why did everything look so big?
"Sasuke! Sasuke! Wake up! You're going to be late for school!!" a voice called from far away.
His dark blue eyes widened into huge circles. That voice! He hadn't heard that voice in over seven years, and he had never expected to ever hear it again.
"O-kaa-san!!!" he shouted, running towards the kitchen, tears streaming down his face. Now he knew why this place seemed so familiar. This was his house. His house where he had lived with his kaa-san, tou-san and nii-san…before Itachi killed them all…He bulled straight into his mother, who had come to check on him.
"Oh my! Sasuke, what happened?" she asked.
"Y-You died…You and Tou-san and everyone were all dead…and I…" he stammered, unable to find the words to explain. How could he tell her all that had happened? How he had grown up alone, had made wonderful friends, and betrayed them?
Wait a second…Why was she here? Had he really gone and died, when he had jumped off that cliff to save Naruto? And he was in Heaven?
There was no way he was going to Heaven, with what he'd done…So was this Hell? This was too good to be true to be hell…if it was, then his mother would spontaneously combust and turn into his older brother.
"Awww, Sasuke. It was just a bad dream. Tou-san, Itachi and I are all here," cooed his mother, ruffling his hair.
Why was he so short? He barely made it up to his mother's hip. He had been a lot taller when he had jumped off that cliff…
"Itachi died?" he said disbelievingly. The last he had seen of his older brother was him gloating over having effectively destroyed everything Sasuke had ever cared about, and in short ended his life.
"What ever are you talking about? None of us died. Are you sick?" she asked, crouching down to look him in the eye.
"W-What's going…" he started to ask.
Then it hit him.
Itachi had used his Mangekyou Sharingan on him, and was making him live his life again…That bastard…Was he going to make him enjoy the most happy days of his life, and then force him to relive his nightmares?
"I'm fine, Kaa-san…It was just a bad dream…" he said.
His mother smiled gently, and laughed softly.
"Oh Sasuke, you sound so grown up!" she said, ruffling his hair.
He walked to school alone, as usual. It seemed so strange, seeing things he knew were going to disappear…
However…this illusion world seemed a lot different from the world of Mangekyou Sharingan. He was making choices. He was making choices that seemed so real, that he was almost convinced that this was reality. He had begun to wonder if he had simply imagined everything that had happened until he was fifteen. He knew it was impossible. He had felt too much pain and loneliness for that to have been fake. Yet something…Something was telling him otherwise. This was reality. Perhaps all that had been a dream, telling him of what would happen.
No. There was no one in charge of his life other than him. Destiny didn't exist, we carve our own futures ourselves…
Perhaps it had been a vision of what could happen…
If he saw it that way…maybe, maybe he could stop Itachi before he destroyed the Uchiha Clan…Well anyway; he was going to be late for school…
With that thought prevalent in his mind, he took off at amazing speed for the Ninja Academy.
He never really remembered how much people had hated him as a child…Thinking back, he had always acted like a bit of a jerk…mainly because he didn't have any friends. Being part of the prestigious Uchiha clan didn't really help either…His ego had been huge…Well anyway, it looked like the swings were free…Just as he broke out into a run, he stopped himself.
WHY WAS HE CONCERNING HIMSELF WITH SWINGS?!?!
How old was he? Five?! He glanced towards a window, in which he could see his reflection. No…He was six…That much better…Either this was reality or this was one insane illusion…
When he stopped running for the swings to think, a blonde blur rushed past him to claim the playground toy.
"I got here first dattebayo!!" crowed the blonde boy loud enough for the world to hear. Sasuke's eyes widened. Blonde hair, loud obnoxious voice, attention seeking shouts and the 'dattebayo'…it couldn't be anyone else…He looked over towards the boy on the swing.
Sasuke never really knew what Naruto had looked like as a child. He had never paid any attention towards the loud, irrepressible ninja before he had become part of his team. It seemed strange looking at a Naruto who wasn't wearing orange, or a forehead protector…Not to mention a lot shorter too…
The six-year old Naruto looked around for a moment, as if hoping someone would notice his accomplishment. The swings were always claimed first thing in the morning, you had to be fast to actually get one, and it was a bit more than that if you wanted to be first. If Naruto was like the other kids, he'd be praised for being so fast…but this was Naruto, and no one acknowledged him, much less his existence.
Sasuke felt himself want to go over and praise Naruto, but something was stopping him. If he interfered with Naruto's life, then perhaps things wouldn't happen as they were supposed to…Naruto was supposed to grow up as lonely as he had…But Sasuke wasn't lonely right now. He still had his parents…It didn't matter. If this was an illusion it didn't matter. At least Naruto would have a friend.
He walked over to the melancholy blonde boy sitting on the swing, who was fighting to keep himself from crying. Sasuke remembered himself a long time ago in such a similar manner. After a week or two, he had grown fed up with crying about his parents…then he had sworn vengeance for his family. Naruto had done something similar himself, but at a much younger age.
He looked up from his hands to see a dark haired boy about his age standing in front of him. He squinted at him. He looked familiar…Yeah he knew him. Uchiha Sasuke…the guy all the girls were crazy about. Uchiha Sasuke was everything Naruto wasn't…He was good at everything, and everyone liked him. Naruto would love to switch places with him. Sasuke had everything…he had parents who cared about him, and most of all, people accepted he existed. So what was a star doing talking to someone as loserly as himself?
"My name's Uchiha Sasuke…what's yours?" asked the dark eyed boy, extending his hand.
Naruto glanced all around suspiciously. Was this a trick set up by Kiba and the others? He didn't see them anywhere. Besides, Sasuke was too cool to talk to those guys…This was probably his idea of a prank. If Naruto went to shake his hand, he'd probably grab his arm and throw him…
"If this is your idea of a prank, I'm not going to fall for it! No I'm not, dattebayo!!" he exclaimed, sitting on his hands.
Sasuke felt his six-year old face twitch with annoyance. Did Naruto think that this was a joke? Did he honestly think that he, Uchiha Sasuke, played pranks on people?
"I am not you!!" he shouted at him, "I was just trying to be friendly!!" he yelled, before stomping off. When he was about twelve metres away, he stopped himself. Wait…the reason Naruto played so many pranks on others was because no one had acknowledged his existence…as well, the other kids used to play a lot of pranks on him as well, it was only natural that he be suspicious…
This was so weird. Part of him was just a six year old, and another was a fifteen year old filled with painful memories…He turned around and walked back to Naruto, his hands in his pockets.
"Hey…I'm sorry I yelled. I guess I forgot that the others pick on you a lot too…" he apologized, not looking at Naruto.
Naruto opened his eyes to stare at him.
"They pick on you too?" he said disbelievingly.
"No…not in the same way. The way they don't see you, it's the opposite with me. Everyone knows me, and expects so much of me…I'm not supposed to have friends, because I'm supposed to be above everyone else…I'm supposed to know everything, but I don't…It…it's really lonely…" he said sheepishly, shrugging.
Naruto stared at him wide eyed.
"You sound like a girl!" he laughed. Sasuke shot him a glare. Trust Naruto to not take anything seriously…Suddenly Naruto spoke.
"So…you want to be friends?" he asked timidly.
"The way I see it, if I'm friends with you, then people won't bug me so much. And I can help you with your ninja skills," he said. And neither of us has to feel that pain again…
"Uchiha Sasuke," said the dark haired boy, extending his hand towards the blonde boy.
"Uzumaki Naruto! I'm gonna be the next Hokage, and the greatest ninja the world has ever seen!! DATTEBAYO!!" he said shaking Sasuke's hand.
Not if you're always going to be this loud…moron…
So...what do you think. Please review. When people don't review, I get the feeling that no one cares, and what happend with Second Chances will happen again. Do you want that to happen? If you do, well then at least SAY so.