Where it all began || July 7, 16 || Closed Important Thread
There was no sign there wasn’t really anything that would have made anyone seem like something was off, it was a relatively peaceful night, and everything seemed to be asleep. The fire was crackling in front of Menma, his team mates were asleep in their respective beds, and it was though his turn to stay watch. Even though they had just finished a mission and were rather close to the fire country they still put up guard duties. HE looked around at his teams, Sakura was curled up on her bed, her face was relaxed and calm looking very cute as she let out small sound and rolled over. Kakashi seemed as restless as he did as he was awake, with his murmurs and fists moving around randomly.
Sasuke though his eyes traveled over him, there were so many feels, so many things he wish he could say and do. The boy seemed as pretty as he did when he was awake though he wouldn’t say that but he could imagine the squeals that so many fangirls would have if he took a few pictures of Sasuke sleeping like he was.
He sighed he didn’t feel like dealing with all these emotions right now, so instead he got up to go take a piss. Pushing some branches out of the way he went out far enough so that if Sakura woke up –like she had once in the past- wouldn’t be able to see him pissing and wouldn’t try to beat the hell out of him. Menma whistled quietly as he pissed but was soon turning around and zipping up but his eyes went wide as he was face to face with an orange masked man. He was instantly on alert and had out a Kunai, jumping back he let it fly off his fingers toward the man. Menma smirked as the man didn’t even dodge though his eyes re-narrowed when he saw the Kunai go right through him. “What the fuck?”
Another was out just as fast but before he could throw he was pinned up against a tree behind him. The man seemed more physical and less phasing; the man had his arms pinned above his head.
Menma went to yell out for his team but before he could his eyes locked on to the one that peeked out from the mask. It was so bright and enchanting, the redness seemed to pull him in, he didn’t even notice that the seemed to transcend time and place as when he blinked they were standing about the leaf village. He gasped and moved but it was like he was on the ground yet it was the sky, he looked over at the masked man, who simply motioned for him to look back down. What the hell, nothing was eve- Oh my god. It was the same masked man but he just single handedly sent off an explosion that seemed to annihilate the entire village he gasped and was back on alert at the man his kunai still in his hands but as he went to look for him he was no longer there. Menma was turning around and about but to no avail soon there was a hand on his shoulder and he gasped as another hand pointed at him to look.
The scene had changed there were these things going around and attacking his friends he watched stocked still as they killed practically all of his friends. Each scene he would be flown to as they fought but was eventually over run and killed brutally. They didn’t hear him calling out that he was here, they didn’t hear his warnings, and the monsters didn’t feel his slashes or hits. The masked man’s voice was one of a soothing tone but he didn’t agree with it, “Your friends are weak…”
The masked man’s hand waved and like ripples it changed scenes, Menma let out a chocked gasp as Sasuke was soon but in front of him. He was fighting bravely his own Sharingan a blaze as he took down enemies swiftly, he was yelling something. Menma couldn’t hear and he doubt he would even if he was there, his blood was rushing through his ears so fast and loudly. He screamed, “Watch out behind you!” It seemed to echo but Sasuke didn’t hear as the thing jumped on his back and snapped his neck. Menma lunged forward wanting to catch him, he was feral now his hair seemed to move with no wind, his eyes slitting and turning a dark bloodly color. “Stupid kid.” He growled swinging around with his kunai to slice at him, though at the same time the scene had changed and his kunai was in perfect sync to be cutting at Sakura’s throat.
Menma’s eyes were wide as he looked at Sakura’s own; she seemed to be looking directly at him as if she could see him unlike the rest. She gurgled out something but he couldn’t make it out as she fell to her knees, tears pouring out of her eyes that soon rolled back. Her body fell on to the ground, eye lifeless as blood pooled. Menma was breathing heavy; he yelled and tossed the kunai away from him as he saw blood on it. He didn’t do that there was no way, no way at all he just .. no.
He grabbed his head pulling at his hair but back into the masked man, he glanced up at him fearfully as all he did was point down at the ground again. He was scared but he slowly turned his head, it hit him hard, the person standing there holding out his arms laughing and directing the beasts. Was none other than himself, his other self-looked so gleeful and like he was taken pleasure out of this, his eyes were a blood red like a Sharingan. How had his other self even controlled such beast, he had never seen them before, what was that dark chakra around him that seemed to feed off of death. The Kyuubi?
Menma choked on a sob as he everything seemed to hit him; he looked over his shoulder with wide eyes that had tears down them. The man spoke, “This is the best way to show this. You will work for me. Or I will make this come to pass.” Menma couldn’t even respond, this was too much he had to be asleep, the place changed again, he was off the ground and still pinned against the tree. A hand moved down to his neck and gave it a harsh squeeze, “Answer me.”
It was just a genjutsu it wasn’t real, that was all he focused on as he tried to get free again. The elder man didn’t seem to like this, they moved so fast that Menma had no chance to process it as they were not standing above his peacefully sleeping friends, he could speak he could barely breath. Masked man held out a hand and pulled out a scroll it fell down to the ground revealing a long inscription of a jutsu. Menma didn’t process any of it, the man made a few one handed signals and the words seemed to rise off the paper and fly into Sasuke and Sakura. It was like their dreams had morphed into nightmares as their faces contorted in to pain.
The words seemed to pulse in the air as it found random places to sink into them, on Sakura it seeped into her shoulder like going into water a print appeared and turned red before fading away. On Sasuke, it went into his shoulder and did the same as Sakura.
The masked was pressed cooly against his cheek as he couldn’t do anything, “You have three days to meet back out here or they will die. If you tell anyone of what has happened the marks immediately respond and will instantly start to kill them. I do hope you choose wisely.”
Menma fell down in a pile as the masked man let him go, completely frozen in confusion and fear, Sakura was the first to break him out of his zone as she rolled over complaining, “Shhh Menma.. you’re being too loud.” He just swallowed as he moved back into his spot knowing sleep would not come to him for a while. Just what was he going to do?
