Starter with uchihasavior

narutoandraven:

Naruto was once again in a very bad mood.
It seemed all he and Hinata did anymore was argue. If he was honest with him himself..he had only married her thinking he could grow to love her, well..love her like he should. he really honestly thought he could. But there had always been something missing..he just wasn’t sure what. He did love her but wasn’t in love.

He also missed going out on missions.
Where did he go wrong exactly?
Suddenly his office door was thrown open, Shikamaru bursts in and handed Naruto a scrolln. “This is urgent, I was told to deliver this to you pronto” shikamaru said.

“Ok..” He opened the scroll. It was a neighboring village, saying they had spotted some enormous forbidden jutsu chakra around the area. It goes on to say by the time it was checked out, all evidence and persons were gone, but there had been an open casket left behind. It appears to be the reminents of a Edo tensai jutsu.

Naruto felt a chill go through him and he showed it to shikamaru. “This is odd..there shouldn’t be anyone left who can do this..and who did they revive?” Naruto asked, his brows knitted.

Shikamaru sighed..“I don’t know but..this isn’t good..at all”

Sasuke stood near the leaf village gates..his black cloak around him..his red and black eyes stared intensely at the Leaf gates.

Itachi had died with the hopes that the obsession over Uchiha, both from those in and out of his clan– would slowly die out with him. He was a fool, to think something like this could simply change completely, even if allotted twenty years time. 

Even now, near thirty years after the massacre, those wanted the eyes of an Uchiha badly enough to scrape years old blood and dead skin from a battlefield where two brothers fought, and enact techniques long forbidden. 

But in their haste, they have neglected the need to keep him under control, and Itachi’s strength has not waned any. His captors, thrilled but weak, are quickly apprehended, though Itachi does not strike to kill. 

How long has it been, he wonders. Months, or years? He won’t know if he doesn’t explore, and the first thing that comes to mind is his home village.

Even if…he can’t get any farther than the gates.