MURASAMA.
By Johnatahan booth
Idea' by
Johnathan booth
William Roouseville
Whoever the hell want's to help out.

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Chapter 0

Rain. Tons of it. Torrents of it fell upon the open feild, almost flooding the newly dug plot, if there wasn't a drainage pump in place along with a few mist ninja's using Siphon jutsu's to remove the water from the now murky 6 foot hole.

It almost seemed fitting, the weather did.Once more, a hokage.. was being buried, but no normal one either. Not even Fire foxes burial was this sad. Then again, Fire fox didn't take down the fox demon, and orrichimaru, OR the remaining uchia threat. He also wasn't 15 either.

Kakashi stared down the hole. His trust mask was at his side along with his rented tux from the clothing store just across what WAS naruto's favorite ramen shop was. "Perhaps we should call it off. Wait until this storm clears?" Asked Ino. As much as she hated Sakura, she had to show up.

"No. Any longer and they'll start to rot. Even chakra and formalihdye can't work miracles. Now or never." Stated the hearse driver. Along Sakura's coffin, open, was her parent's, cring their eyes out over their only child's demise. The father was on his knee's, sobbing almost to the point of nausea.

It was a rather fine mess, Sakura killing Naruto, sauske, Garra, Orrichimaru, and Itachi. When her dark side took over, many things that should have happened a long time ago happened. Incidentally, people embraced her for it, naming her the new honorary, and youngest, Hogake. Alas, this position didn't last long.

Only 2 weeks later, her own personal body guards found her lying in a yellowish pool of her own vomit. No amount of charka infusion helped. They had to resort to the only other thing left... A hospital.

And even then, they couldn't do much. The Mixture of internal illnesses had already taken their toll. Meningitis, What seemed to be a form of Hepititis. They claimed the young girl slowly, painfully, and messily, the nurses claiming to have to clean up bloody puke, and stool. One even said she ask her to kill her.

That was 2 weeks ago. She officially died 9:52 am, saturday.
Kakashi was grateful for his mask, as if he didn't have it on, everyone could see his true face. Sad and quivering.
Even he didn't see this coming.

He dug in his pocket, and pulled out 2 objects. A ball of pink hair, gathered after the Chunin fights, and his own copy of Jermiah's Make-out paradise, which for a while now had lost it's flair and appeal. Everything had.

"I believe this is yours." Kakashi choked out, throwing the hair into the plot. The hair scattered around messily.
Of course, nothing happened, albeit he half expected something to happen. Hope seemed to be elsewhere today.

"Well, It's getting colder, let's get this over with." Jerimiah interjected.

Foot by foot, the coffin moved towards the now almost dry plot. Even the sand ninja decided to help out, even if she took out one of their strongest ninjas. After all, she didn't know what had truely happened.

It fell to the bottom and sand begin to seal around it, filling the hole. A few Genin was holding back her mother, litteraly clawing her way to the now filled grave screaming "no" and "why her".

It only took a few hours for everyone to spread out.
The only thing left of the day was a fresh grave next to 2 other ones, along with a single grave stone.

HERE LIES...
NARUTO
SAUSKE
SAKURA
No date.

It almost seemed an insult to what was arguable one of the better Genin squads out here.

"How goes the capital?" Asks the sand nija, Kraine, lighting a cigarette.
"Better. Lord garra's clone did well, and his sand demon has been partially sealed away. He is so far, under complete control." stated the other sand operative, Nameless under request.
"I guess we aren't getting paid for this s**t, are we?"
"Guess not." Procraimed the nameless one, standing up off the tombstone he was perched on.
"Let's start heading bacl .It'll be awhile before the crusade officially starts."

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3 years later...
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"WHAT THE ******** emormous explosion racked the small woods.
Ixen stood, almost engulfed in flames.
Genrin stood up, half his body burned away.
"Dude it's not that bad!" Protested the purple haired man.
"LIKE HELL IT IS!" Cursed the Flame ninja, pointing at the sign that said, "5 swords inspection group."
"I thought It sounded cool! Come on, You know you like it!" Cheerfully explaimed Genrin, who was beggining to regrow his flesh back. His innate ability.
"a*****e! I specifically asked for you to name it "Draconic Inspections" Not some gay 5 sword s**t. What kind of s**t-tard are you!" Ixen barked, his vein on his forehead throbbing.
Genrin smiled and said, "s**t-tard isn't a word, silly!"
This issued another flame blast.
"WOULD YOU 2 FREAKING SHUT IT UP!" Explaimed a feminine voice from inside the 3 story mansion.
Ixen froze.
Genrin got up and shouted "HE STARTED IT!"
A window promtly open and a lighting bolt shot out at genrin, almost hitting him. Genrin's arm flailed as he fell over backwards onto his a**.
"NO ******** EXCEPTIONS."
Genrin blinked.
"Must be in a bad mood today." He muttered.
He then noticed Ixen scorhing the newly built sign so It said draconic inspections in varied degrees of char.
"I could have gotten our money back." Stated the Regenitive Ninja.
"Shut up before we find out what you CAN'T grow back." Snapped ixen.
Genrin got up, shrugged, and promtly brushed himself off.
"You ca..." Started Genrin, before stopping and perking up.
"What's the matter now, Dipshit?"
Genrin's eyes flickered from green to gray
Ixen's face changed from pissed to curious.
"Okay, what's nearby, and how strong is it?" Asked Ixen, now serious.
"Not sure. Seems to be a woman of some kind. Young. 17. Bloodsoaked, Se..."
But he didn't finish, or Ixen didn't hear him, rather.
Ixen hopped off the ladder when he heard the word bloodsoaked, and ran off the path he was on.
It didn't take long to find the crimson soaked brunette either, crying her eyes out, limping her way across the path.
She didn't say anything for as soon as ixen ran to her, sword drawn, she fainted.
"Holy s**t." Cursed ixen, withdrawing his sword. He saw that it was a civilian, and not another assassin sent to try and take them down again. Which would have REALLY pissed him off as that would have been the 3rd time that week.
he picked up his cell phone and called back to the draconic mansion.
"Hello? Keri? Get here now... Don't argue with me, just do it!
...What?
I DON'T CARE, JUST HURRY AND BRING A FIRST AID KIT!"
He jerked his phone away from his ears, and hung up on the loud audible voice on the other line saying how she was going to gut him in his sleep.
"This is going to be a hell of a day." Proclaimed Ixen, picking up the girl, and starting towards the mansion again.



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