Wasurenai itsumo
- Never forget ... SasuNaru

Hey guys! ^^ It's me again with a new FF in tow! XD
The story was created during the endless Anne Frank weeks.
The book was boring. Nothing recommendable. The first film adaptation is very similar to the book and quite sad.
All of this contributed less to it, but after the remake of 2000 I was a nervous wreck. The first part was boring, but the second part was just cruel and sad. Terribly sad.
Anyone who has seen him will understand me.
I don't want to reveal what exactly occurs in the FF and I don't want to give any tips on how it will turn out. What you need to know is all in the sticks.
So have fun with the first part of
Wasurenai itsumo!

Chapter 1: The important things are always ... the ones with no form

Bored, a black-haired boy strolled through the iron corridors of the AL. A labor camp, which was built after the cooperation of Japan and China and the submission of Germany and established in the same country.What was hidden here 150 meters under the earth, probably nobody knew from above the conquered surface. Still, this base existed.
The boy's steps resounded mysteriously in the long corridors. It was dead quiet in the whole base. Presumably it was night's sleep, but you didn't know exactly down here, because most of the people down here haven't seen the sun for months.
Sighing, the boy ran on. Turned here and there until he finally stood in front of a large door that was also made of solid iron.
He looked up the door with interest. It was decorated with a strange sign and this extended over the whole door.
Maybe it was the AL sign, or it had some other meaning. One does not know.
Then the figure took a few steps back and looked for a head or something on the sides of the door with which to gain entry, because there was no door handle.
After a while he found a small slot on the right side of the door, which was probably intended for the file card.Grinning, the boy rummaged in the pockets of his black coat, took out a silver card and slipped it into the slot.
Then beep. A green light shone from the slot and a video broadcast was transmitted. "Your file card has been read and confirmed," said the woman who appeared in front of the boy. Her face was blank. Her look did not reveal any feelings. Her clothes were old and worn. There were bruises and scratches everywhere.
For the first time that evening, the boy began to doubt.
"Since you are new to the AL, your Silvercard has not yet been written with your personal data. Please state your name, age, occupation at the AL, your previous career, school leaving certificate and nation. Please start now. "
The figure frowned at the transmission. Then he shrugged and opened his coat and slung it casually over his shoulder.
"My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I am 19 years old and trainer of the Junior Special Comando Team, Status General.I didn't have a job before, I was busy getting my father off drugs and taking part in an armed forces exam behind his back in order to show up here reasonably prepared.
I have a high school diploma and I am Japanese. "
Grinning, he looked at the announcer, but she only bowed briefly and waved her hand to him as a sign that he could enter.
Then the recording disappeared again. The light went out and the card was spat out again.
At that moment the huge door opened in front of him with a creak and gave a view of a huge hall of mirrors.
There were windows on the walls that accurately reproduced the weather outside. Everything was brightly lit and a soothing melody was played in the background.
In the middle of the room was a large, decorated table. Above this hung a huge chandelier, which was warped with rainbow crystals, so that small rainbows were scattered all over the room.Thousands of cushions were set up on the walls in which the 100 or so leaders of this base rolled around comfortably, laughed and exchanged the latest news.
Sasuke could see other people between the well-dressed bosses.
They sat a little apart from each other, had tattered clothes and some were injured in their arms and legs. By lashes, as he found out from the strange shape of the wounds. Whenever someone politely asked them for something or shouted at them briskly, they immediately ran off to do this, which aroused the suspicion in Sasuke that these guests had to be slaves.
"Sasuke!", He heard a voice next to him. His big brother just ran up to him beaming with joy.
Sasuke smiled happily too, finally stepped into the room and the door closed behind him.
"My foolish little brother! What have I missed you!", The older one beamed all over his face and briefly hugged his younger brother."Hey dude. Nice to meet you too!" Replied Sasuke.
Itachi released his brother again, but still grinned at him.
"Nice that you finally managed to come here. What is our age doing?"
"You mean dad?" Asked Sasuke and grumbled at the question.
"Women's stories and drugs as always. Absolutely nothing has changed since you escaped."
Shaking their heads, both brothers looked at the floor and sighed loudly.
They both knew it all too well. For as long as she could remember, her father had been spending what he had inherited on prostitutes, alcohol and drugs. He often roared and moaned all night and during the day he always hit her.
At some point, when Itachi were 15 and Sasuke 12, they made a promise to make something better out of their lives and never to become like their father.
Today the day had finally come when both of them could keep that promise.
"Well, but at least you are here now.", The older one beamed again after a while to banish the gloomy thoughts."You have changed, have become a lot bigger and grown up."
"And you are still the same cheerful nature as you were back then.", The younger grinned back.
"It's not that easy to keep your good qualities here, but you do your best," he said with a wink.
Then Sasuke suddenly became serious and shifted the joy of reunion to the back of his brain for the time being. "But tell me, Itachi-san. The people who are dressed so shabbily here and apparently all seem to have more or less minor injuries ... Are they slaves?", He whispered and inconspicuously pointed with his head towards the walls the giant cargo pillow.
Itachi nodded. "Yes, they are. Our prisoners."
Prisoners? Here below? What's the point? Sasuke frowned thoughtfully.
"Oh, little brother. You don't have to understand that yet. The war is terrible. Probably thousands are dying overhead right now.The Americans have started inversion. ", he said. A tormented sigh followed. Sasuke stood there as if moved by thunder and did not dare to move.
His eyes widened in shock. "What? Already now? Why? I was not informed."
"We do not want to upset the population unnecessarily. And as long as they do not attack Japan and China, there is no need to worry. But soon we will have to give out the information."
"But why us? And why Germany first?" Asked Sasuke.
(Author's note: Muahahahahahahahaaaa! XD)
Confused, he thought back to the beginning of the war in January of this year. The year 2045. The beginning of the Third World War.
Germany hadn't started it, America had already done that by attacking Mexico, triggering a chain of small and large wars around the globe.
Everyone fought for supremacy over the earth and tried to expand their territory in order to be able to implement their ideas and ideals.So also China and Japan. They allied to better fight their way into the weakened East, because China feared to be the next country to be attacked, because they are allowed to build atomic bombs and thus posed a great threat to the USA. So they fought their way to and from Germany.
This too had been conquered after a few months and weeks. Now they held their positions. The Germans were locked up in concentration camps or put to the front during the war. One of these concentration camps was the AL.
But here the Germans "only" had to work hard. But they were alive. In contrast to those who were flown to China. For them the war ended there in the prison camps.
For Sasuke everything sounded exactly like a second period of imperialism, which already cost thousands of lives in the First World War.
"I guess it's tactically smart.", Itachi said after a moment's thought. "China is weakened, but I even a weak snake can kill you with its poison.They probably want to seize our conquered countries first and thus lure China off the defensive. "
Sasuke shook his head. "Why is mankind doing that?"
Itachi looked thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Because we forget," he mumbled.
The younger one raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"You will understand everything, little brother.", Itachi grinned.
"Now to the nicer things in life. Play a round of poker with us!"
Sasuke looked bored at his brother. "And why should I?" He grumbled.
Itachi looked cautiously on all sides. When he was sure that no one could hear him, he whispered something to his little brother: "It's better, believe me. You mustn't disconnect, otherwise you will be sent upstairs and that would be certain death. Such community games are important! Especially because you are new now. You are right at the top of the hit list. "
Sasuke swallowed. He didn't want to go up. Into the war and dying in agony there."Besides," he continued. "Besides, every game is about a slave. You get that in high regard if you have one. And this time it's about a specimen that I think you might like," he winked at his little brother who now really only understood the station and train departing, but let himself be persuaded to play, because he was not particularly keen on the "field service".
And so he found himself minutes later in the poker round among many officers and generals who began to shout so hard because of heavy alcohol consumption that he thought his ears would fall off and thanked the Lord in Heaven that