The Tales of Team Seven (Naruto Various x Reader)

1 - The Four-Man Squad

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We were only around seven years old at the time, but I never forgot the look on his face as he ran up to me. He was horrified. He was sad, with tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. He was seeking comfort from me; he wanted to know that I was okay, because no one else was.

That was the most emotion I have ever seen him show, in all the years I've known him. Sure, he showed emotions before then, but they seemed unbearably strong in those few moments.

"Sa...suke?" I stayed still, hardly believing this was the same person who I had lived with for two years.

I knew something had happened, but I could never imagine what had gotten him so worked up. As soon as he reached me, he flung himself onto me and started sobbing incoherent words while shaking in fear. He had hated me the night before, and suddenly he was acting like I was the only thing he had left in the world.

"You're—I was so...scared..." He said, his eyes widening as he refused to let go of me. "We can't go back...not while he's still here..."

My face scrunched up in confusion at his last sentence. At first, I thought I had heard him wrong. I took his hand off of my shoulder and held it in mine, giving it a small squeeze in attempt of calming him down. After a few seconds, I finally spoke. "While who is still here?"

Making him think about it got him worked up again, to the point where he could only form a single word. I fought to hear what it was. He was saying the name quietly, as if he spoke in a normal tone whoever it was would hear.

After a bit of silence on my part, he finally started to stop, his sobbing fit being reduced to small sniffles.

"Itachi...He..." He took a breath, and tried not to think about whatever he saw.

"I saw it...he killed them...everyone is gone!" His voice shook with emotion, breaking when he tried to raise it.

I felt myself freeze, taking in the information slowly. Why would he murder his own clan? How?

"I can't–no! He wouldn't..." Tears filled my eyes as I looked into his. The horror in them was too real; he wasn't lying.

He fell to his knees, clutching his chest—exhausted, shocked, and broken–it was too much for him at the moment. He fell unconscious, hitting his head on the concrete beneath him.

I didn't want to leave him, but he needed help. I had no idea what to do but yell.

"Help! Somebody, anybody, please!" I sobbed.

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"I passed!" Our blond haired, blue-eyed, energetic class clown yelled out to where we could all hear. He showed his forehead protector around proudly, ecstatic that he had finally graduated.

"It only took you three tries, loser!" I heard a scornful laugh from another kid in our class.

"Just don't let me be on a team with him." Sasuke scoffed, leaning up against the tree the both of us were standing by.

I stayed silent for a second, unaware of the reason everybody hated him. "It'd be...interesting." I said vaguely, reaching to adjust my newly given protector around my neck. A crowd of girls surrounded us suddenly, and I kicked a rock around the ground.