What if By: MindLezz
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The darkness shielded Konoha village, allowing no sunlight to pass through between the neutral colored hues of thick substance mingling in the air. The day was cold and breezy, and left no individual free from its restraints. Some of them said it was an omen, a great omen shed over the village to punish them for their resentment toward one certain individual because, of course, it was only after his death, had this plague of shadows been born.
On that particular night, the fire burned in the center of the village. It shed light throughout the dark town and foreshadowed the coming of a darker era, for the one who was at the center of it all, the one whom screamed and cried of innocence, was tangled in the flames, and as it took place, knowing he had no escape, he screamed to the heavens for redemption. He promised that he would make them feel the way he had, to allow the darkness to swallow them whole like they had claimed it did to them?
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They ignored his willowed cries and went on laughing. They laughed at his face, poured wines to feed the greedy flames, haggled his wife, and still he went on screaming and crying, and warning, yet they did not listen. As the fire died down as his cries of agony drifted, the town got annoyed. ?Is he not dead yet?!? They questioned one another. ?Leave him alone!? Some others would yell. The towns folk quarreled among each other relentlessly, leaving the poor soul only to wallow in his pain and despair. ?He is a monster, resume the burning!? ?Demon!? They yelled and yelled.
?Silence.? His hissed voice crisped through the air. Even through the dying flames and the loud voices of the town, he was heard. He remained tied at the steak, his body slacking due to the laziness of the ropes after the burning. He heaved in a painful breath and held his eyes so that they seemed to mingle with every single individual standing ahead of him before he spoke. His cradled his burnt head with his dislodged shoulder and somehow managed to slip a parting arm up to point at each of them.
The village was silenced as they watched in horror. The burnt one smirked seeing their dissatisfied and disgusted expressions. And why wouldn?t they be? He had been whipped, tortured, beaten, and broken; yet he would not die. They threw acid on his skin and seared his flesh and still he would not die. As a last resort they reverted to an old tradition that had not been used for centuries from a western civilization, and yet here he was?
He laughed at them. A gave a pitiful anguished laugh at them before his expression turned into a darker one. His wrinkled flesh, he did not allow to bother him one bit. This was nothing compared to the heartbreak he felt at this very moment. He did not want to feel hatred for his people, and yet here, seeing their disarray he could not help but laugh bitterly at their pathetic simple mindlessness.
He had looked at every single one of them, and yet they could not see it? The utter anguish and despair he felt when they burst into his room last night and accused him of such blasphemy and betrayal? He loved his people with his full heart and they had broken it, no shredded it into pieces. They did not see all the emotion he felt when he saw his ninjas moving swiftly and triumphantly through battle? No, apparently not, he was a demon after all? a disgusting wretched thing from hell? And yet, he was their hokage?
He had sworn to protect them, to lead them to peace, allow them to live, breed, and this? is what he got for it all, an accusation, a finger point, a testimony, and now? being burned at the steak like some sort of witch. He then glared at them, and felt the anger rise once again.
Seeing his resumed anger a villager grabbed his wife by the hair. The one being burned glared at the individual. ?Let her go!? He demanded in a raspy voice.
?Not a change hokage.? The villager emphasized to mock him. ?You are in no position to give orders whatsoever.? He clutched the hokage?s wife by her waist and tugged at her clothing. There were roars of laughter being set out through the entire square.
?No!? He yelled, though his voice had grown even more hoarse. ?Please don?t! I beg of you!? He felt tears weld up in his eyes as he glanced at his tormented wife, whose eyes pleaded with him to somehow perform a miracle and save her? The villager than ripped off her clothing garments, leaving only the thin layers of private fabrics underneath.
?I?ll rape this bitch here and now! Come hokage! I?ll allow you to watch your wife plead and beg for more?? The villager licked his lips hungrily, but his wife fought back, and bit at the villager.
The hokage?s fists clenched. The burnt skin had turned to ash a crumbled beneath him, yet he paid no mind. ?Please?? He begged again. He watched painfully as his wife was being beat for the retaliation she had just performed. ?Stop! Damn you all!? The cocky villager huffed his chest and walked in front of the flames with is wife?s hair held tightly in one of his hands.
?Help him!? The villager mocked his wife. ?Go on! Here?? His wife looked at the water with desperation. He offered the lady a bucket of water, but he purposely allowed it to slip from his hands and fall onto her, causing her thin undergarments to soak. Catcalls and whistles went around the fire. The hokage glared at the villager. ?Ah well, I guess since that was the last of it, I suppose you?ll have to spit it out. Go on, try it.? The villager spat. His saliva landed onto the burning man?s cheek. The wife glared angrily. ?So I missed.? The villager laughed causally and shrugged. He pulled out a wine bottle and fed the flames. ?There??
The wife in a desperate act ran into the flames and clung onto her wrinkled husband tightly. ?No! Hinata!? The hokage yelled desperately. ?What are you doing?! You can?t stay here! You need to get out, please!? He begged her. She did not release him. Instead she resisted the searing fire and grasped his cheek.
?Naruto-kun, to die with you would be far more pleasurable than living in this world?? A tear rolled down her cheek as her heart broke for her burning husband, and now her also. She wanted this? They?d burn together and their ashes would mingle together for eternity. She would not be able to survive alone, not in these conditions, not ever if he was not around. Ignoring the disgusting smell and texture of flesh searing, she gave him one last parting kiss. ?We?ll be together forever right? No more?? She breathed on his chaffed lips. ?I love you, Naruto-kun.?
?I love you too, Hinata-chan.? And her head fell, yet her arms had been burnt onto his body and attached her there with him. Naruto?s azure glare then settled on the villagers. ?From this day foreword, you will feel the torment you have caused me, you will feel the heart break I?ve felt within me, you will suffer the very same death you have enforced upon my comrades, and forever you will be engulfed in darkness just as you had left me in darkness, forever?? He cursed at them, and he fell along with his already departed wife, through the smoke, and turned into ashes.
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There were no bodies after the flames died. The wind picked up the remains of ashes and swept them throughout Konoha village, and sure enough, darkness ensued, followed by guilt, poverty, disease, hunger, and there was no savior?
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?GAH!? He screamed as he sprang up from the bed. Naruto panicky ran his hands all over his body. ?In and out?? He told himself. ?Steady?? He took in a breath and glanced at his bedside. It was 4 a.m. He then looked on the other side of the bed and found his wife sleeping blissfully on the bundle of pillows. Her arm was above the blanket. In a frenzy, he grabbed the hand and gave it a solid bite.
?GAH!? His wife sprang awake. ?OW! What is it Naruto-kun?!? She yelled louder than she normally yelled and cradled her poor abused arm. She gave him a sharp glare with her pearl eyes.
?Ah? oh nothing.? He heaved in a breath and wiped the sweat off his brow. Hinata gave him a disturbed look and pulled him so that he lay in her bosom like a small child.
?Are you sure?? She asked again and more gently now that she was almost fully aware of the situation. Naruto responded by grasping onto the fabric of her nightgown even tighter. ?I take it as a yes? bad dream?? She ran her hand through his large mass of blonde hair. He slowly nodded. ?What was it of??
?Konoha made me their hokage, and burned us at the steak because I betrayed them, and so I cursed them and everyone died.? He summarized blandly. Hinata sighed. ?Leave it to Naruto to give such an invigorating summary??
?Look, you?re going to do fine, don?t worry about it.? She reassured him.
?But what if I trip or if they rebel, or if we get attacked or something?!? Naruto questioned fearfully. ?What if I step in? dog poo?? He asked in a hushed voice. Hinata giggled at him. He was always stepping in dog crap when he was younger and had disgust for the stuff ever since, but then again, who doesn?t?
?Nothing?s going to go wrong Naruto-kun.? She gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead. ?You?ll do fine.?
?But- you-.? She gave him kiss fully on the lips and cut him off. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.
?You?re worrying too much. You would not be doing this if you weren?t meant to be. Besides, the people love you, Sasuke, Sakura, Lee, Neji, and all the others will be there too. They?ll support you, and I?ll be there, of course?? She gave Naruto a smile. He nodded in understanding. ?Now,? she commanded, ?Get to sleep, you?re going to need it, after all, tomorrow, you?ll be Konoha?s new hokage. Rokudaime?? She muttered and closed her eyes. Naruto grinned and lowered his hand elsewhere.
Hinata shrieked and a prompt slap! echoed throughout the entire Uzumaki home.
END.
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Ah, now I do hope you enjoyed that. Excuse the darkness, it is past Halloween, and my mood has become rather... dissolute, but now I feel better and I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it.
you should right a sequal to this or put another one of our beloved boys in that situation. But with the aporperet girl at the chosen one's side!