Naruto Shingetsu: The Legacy Lives On

A subtle raindrop that sounded dissonant as it lashed against the window pane. A lonely grey sky, looking down as if somehow ashamed. A slight buzz in his ears, distracting him from the rest of the sounds around him. Was any of this even real at all? He felt sometimes as if his father had trapped him in a genjutsu long ago and had never released him. Maybe. Maybe not. If that was the case, would he even want to be freed? Reality or illusion, the question that seemed to underlie...everything. Nothing felt right, and his chest was suddenly aching, as if it had been tightened. He got up from his bed, throwing his jacket on and sliding into his sandals before leaving. Air. That was all he wanted.

Fortunately for him, the Uchiha complex was mostly empty this time of day. Yoru walked with no destination in mind, and when he realized where he was standing, he hadn't gone far. The blonde's eyes rested on the pond that that graced his clan's property. He admired the way it reflected the sky, but it only made the water seem even colder than it really was on this winter afternoon. Bending over, he picked up a relatively smooth stone, and with an easy flick of his wrist sent it skipping across the pond. -