Description
¦§ Slow Updates §¦ ___ -- ___ -- ___ A story of one man, thrust into a world he only faintly remembered from his easy life as a teenager. A man, who finds it hard enough to care about what happens to him, much less a bunch of characters he barely remembers. A man, who is lazy and uncaring by nature, thrust into a Clan stiff with tradition, expectations, and a whole lotta mental issues to add onto his own. A man, forced to become an Uchiha, when he'd much prefer being a Nara. This man is Uchiha Touma, and he really doesn't want to be mixed up in the shitstorm of Naruto for some higher entities' amusement. ___ -- ___ -- ___ A teen boy wearing rumpled casual clothes behind a desk of paperwork. A deal made. A life saved by death. The boy spoke, raising one hand. As memories began to fade from my mind. "Good luck, mortal, you'll need it." A sharp snapping of his fingers and everything went dark, I felt like I was falling. Then, my whole form seemed to jolt, and something imbedded itself under my skin. Memories of my death replayed over and over in my head to the point that I swore I was screaming, and I was left with the visions of my torture and demise, until everything else was null. Who was I, what was I? I only knew pain. Then, I fell into blissful darkness. ___ -- ___ -- ___ Warning!: Blood, Gore, Swearing! Trigger Warning!: Trauma and PTSD from War are Spoken of! ___ -- ___ -- ___ Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto Franchise, Cannon Plot, or Cannon Characters, the rights to those go to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own my Original plot and Uchiha Touma.
Chapter 1 | Unwanted Beginnings |
