Save me🦋 Sasuke Love Story

Chapter1: Uchiha🦋

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Chapter1: Uchiha🦋

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Pure Darkness everywhere I see. Pitch black with no light's in the distance.

All I remember is fighting with Naruto at the Last Valley. Then out of nowhere a bright light flashes me in the face. And I somehow ended up here. All I could think about was the darkness surrounding me and how uneasy it made me feel.

I don't if I'm unconscious or dead.

Sasuke felt like He was drowning with a sad, small smile on his face as he started remembering the good times with his family. As Sasuke was remembering he tried to ignore the ache in his lungs for need of air.

Then slowly he floated away. Dead.

    Here is a child that never experienced real happiness in his childhood. At who died with a life full of regrets.

In the deepest dark green forest, Sasuke Uchiha eyes snapped open towards the sky as he had a emotionless and relief face to be alive. The sky that he stared above were covered by its tree branches. Leaves swayed around him as it blew by the soft breeze of the wind. As he inhales slowly, the air he smelt was the most refreshing warm summer scent he ever had.

It felt like he was in a new world. Then, he closed his eyes as he starts to contemplating.

'Everything's fine.' He thought.

But boy did he thought wrong. He was no longer in his timeline period instead he was tossed to the past. The past of when his ancestors fought the Senju Clan.

After a few hours Sasuke layed in the grass recovering form chakra loss. As Sasuke calmly closed his eyes. He felt the holes, in the back of his shirt when he borrowed some of the chakra from his curse mark. He was slightly disappointed in his self when his shirt was ruined, but at the same time he wasn't.

    Sasuke let out a soft groan, as he was not fully recovered yet.

    Immediately Sasuke opened his eyes when he felt someone near by. He panicked and cursed at the same time because he wasn't fully recovered and he didn't know if that person was a threat. After a few seconds a young teen about 3 years old then Sasuke approached him.

    He had tanned skin, dark eyes long brown hair. He wore a dark kimono shirt, a short light green jacket with darker green linings, a white scarf around his neck, traditional pinstriped kimono pants and a dark green sash around his waist.

"Hey are you okay?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

    Sasuke was too tired and weary to recognize his face that jogged only slightly at his memory. He only saw the cup of water offered to him which he immediately bolted up and took it and gulped it down like he had no water for days.

"Are you alright now?" The teen asked.

"Hashirama, did you not look at the back of his shirt," a voice said serious and scary to Sasuke. As a another boy came into his vision. He had fair skin, spiky white hair and reddish-brown eyes wearing a dark blue tank top and some pinstriped pants came into his view.

"Tobi your scaring the kid," the boy said in a teasing voice. When noticing Sasuke tense.

Once the words registered in his mind, Sasuke's eyes slightly widened when he connected the young face of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju. His eyes shifted to the one with white hair - Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage.

"He's a filthy child from the Uchiha clan." Spoke Tobirama in a harsh voice.

    Hashirama eyes widened when he heard those words from his younger brother, not the filthy part but Uchiha part. As Hashirama heard those words he spun Sasuke around to see his back. Sasuke gasped in surprise when he was spun around fast. Sasuke kind of got dizzy from the unexpected spun but quickly recovered.

    Then out of nowhere Hashirama gasped softly in surprise when he saw Sasuke's clan symbol on his shirt.

"A Uchiha..." Hashirama said softly.

"Can you talk? What's your name?" Hashirama said kindly as he continued to look at the symbol.

    Sasuke's throat felt better when he drinker the water. But he was hesitant to tell them his name. It took a couple seconds to say, but at last he managed to say, "Sasuke."

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