1. We're painted red to fit right in
Panting almost insane, the black-haired man ran up the mountain. His lungs burned. He had stitches in the side and his breathing was only intermittent. He was holding a red cloth in his right hand. Clutched it as tightly as possible. He was in a trance. Didn't hear the calls anymore. The screams. People who called for him. Maybe even his wife. He saw the top. Hope spread and a pleasant sigh came from his lips.
[i]Shortly before the goal. The flagpole was so close. There was a loud high-pitched bang. The air prickled with tension. His fingertips touched the bar. The grip on the cloth tightened. Air was pierced and with a cry of pain he fell to the ground. The bullet pierced his back. Exited on his stomach. He fell hard to the ground so close to his goal.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki and what's your name," asked a blond little boy. Bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin. The black-haired just looked at him confused. Never before had anyone spoken to him so directly. Everyone always looked at him in awe because his father held a high position in politics. But this boy didn't seem to know. "Get out of here," he said, giving him a dirty look after the first moment of shock was over. "Hmmm ... That's a strange name," he said and grinned even wider, which little Uchiha did not miss. He probably wanted to kid him. "Do you even know who you have in front of you," he snapped and clenched his hand into a fist. "Yes," the blonde began simply, "a boy who sits alone in the meadow."
[i]A smile played on the man's face. He hadn't thought about the past for a long time. He had wanted to look too much into the future, but he had almost forgotten all of it. Even then, his best friend was someone you didn't really believe could see so clearly in all directions. He could see the future more clearly than anyone else. The pain pulled him out of his mind again. He heard the screams more clearly again and then his arm was roughly grabbed. "Get up," someone shouted, pulling him so hard that he thought the wound would continue to rupture.
"You know," began Naruto, looking at his friend on his right. They both sat on the roof of the garages outside the small quiet town. The black-haired boy looked expectantly at the "idiot", as he always likes to call him. He hated those constant art breaks from his friend. He never came out with the speech straight away. "What do I know," the boy asked again and looked at his buddy with a sigh. If he knew something really great, it would take hours to get it out of him. Naruto just knew how to make him curious. "Actually, I'm a superhero and I can fly," he said and Sasuke looked at him confused. It took a few seconds before the black-haired boy burst out laughing and almost fell over in front."What's so funny about that", asked Naruto and looked at his buddy so seriously that he immediately fell silent. "You mean it", Sasuke asked incredulously and raised an eyebrow. "Of course," Naruto exclaimed, jumping up. And when Sasuke saw how determined his best friend looked, he believed him. "I'll prove it to you," Naruto pronounced. Took a run and jumped off. For a brief moment it really seemed to fly, until it fell down.
[i]The flag was waving slowly. Back and forth. If the wind was stronger, it drove her on. His gaze focused on the small piece of cloth. The dark red on the artificial green. This world has not been what it used to be for a long time. The men roughly twisted his arms backwards. Almost dislocated his shoulder while he made no sound. He looked silently to the last hope that was now lost. The men dragged him upstairs, turned him around and for the first time he saw his work. The crowd screamed. Fought. Fought back and although the flag was not hanging. The flag of oppression, however, they fought on anyway. They shouted his name. Perhaps it wasn't lost after all?[
He was sitting comfortably in the car with Naruto. He was looking forward to school starting again a little. Naruto next to him looked dejected and often sighed theatrically. "Still such a big panic in front of the school?", Sasuke asked and smiled slightly. "Big panic? I'll piss my pants right away," sighed Naruto. "Naruto," his mother admonished while his father laughed heartily. "Let him. I can remember that you always had panic in front of the school," said his father with a smile to his mother, who looked out of the window ashamed. Sasuke looked at his friend. He was a little paler and could almost compete with Sasuke. "This year will definitely be very special," he said and Naruto looked at him with wide eyes.
And it was. But only through the girl they met. Sasuke saw her for the first time when he had to get out of the classroom. Naruto had played a prank on him again and this time the teacher had really suspected him. There he stood now. Leaning casually against the wall when he heard footsteps and shortly afterwards she came around the corner. Her eyes were lowered to the floor and she folded her little arms against her chest. She wore a beautiful white summer dress and a white bow in her hair. Her pink hair bobbed back and forth and when he heard her sobbing, he stood up straight. He didn't know what led him to do this, but he went to her and touched her shoulder lightly. When she looked up startled, he could see her emerald green eyes, watering at him. He had never seen such beautiful eyes again.
[i]When a shot rang out. As the crash of tanks approached, he lost hope once more. The crowd stopped shouting for him. They screamed in fear. More shots rang out. He heard screams of pain. Women screamed and then it fell silent as the President stepped to his balcony.It was lost again. But he had done it for his best friend and for his family. "He is to be executed," whispered one of the guards and a little laugh escaped him. So it should end like this one more time.
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"Nothing is right here anymore," said Naruto and straightened his suit. But Sasuke sighed. He sat quietly on one of the wooden chairs and looked at his best friend. "What's wrong with Naruto", he asked repeatedly. "Society. It's changing, but not for the better. My father often spoke of it," he turned and looked at Sasuke, who nodded, "We are being deprived of rights." "We're at war," said Sasuke. "Like everyone else, you lost sight. There is no war. When do wars go so calmly. All the assassinations we see on the Internet are not real." "You have delusions, Naruto. Where else should all our soldiers be ", Sasuke asked and went to the mirror himself. "He was just waiting for someone to rebel against him and then he would take over full control," said Naruto. Sasuke turned to him. "Do we really want to discuss this on my wedding day?"
"Had Naruto reported again", Sakura asked and Sasuke looked up from his tray. "No. Not yet," he replied and put the little technical thing to one side. He held out his hand, which Sakura accepted with a smile and sat on his lap. He gently stroked the little bulge while she giggled slightly. She stroked his hair lovingly and looked into his eyes. "You should get in touch again." "Sakura. It's not that easy. You know Naruto ..." "I may not know him as well as you my darling, but he needs you", said Sakura and Sasuke sighed. "He shouldn't have said that," he said and Sakura sighed. "He's lost his wife and his unborn child. You know he doesn't like our state. It's no wonder he's freaking out where you told him you wanted to be on the council," said Sakura and got up now. "But he didn't have to say that I had his family on my conscience," he grumbled and Sakura gave him a light headbutt. "Talk to him."
[i]"YOU have it on your conscience! How could you? Why? Why did you join this filthy gang!" "Naruto. I have nothing to do with it. It hurts me ..." "Don't say it! You do no sorry at all. I hate you for that. They took them from me. My family. And you have to crawl their asses. I never want to see you again! "
Sasuke swallowed hard. He was standing in front of the large wooden door. All he felt right now was as if this heavy door would soon crush him. Has the house always been this big? He didn't even know why he was so scared, but his former willpower disappeared after his fist pounded on that crushing door for the first time. He knocked again until Naruto threw open the door and looked at him in surprise.Sasuke was more than shocked at first. His once happy and tanned face was pale and sunken. He had wrinkles for his young age and a few gray hairs peeked out from his blond mane. "Hey," Sasuke managed and Naruto swallowed hard. "Hey," he said hoarsely. His shirt was sweaty and dirty. In some places it even looked like he'd wiped his hands on the shirt. His jeans were stained with grass and just as filthy.
"Do you want some tea", Naruto asked and had already put water on. "Yes, please," said Sasuke and looked around. The windows were blacked out and he could hear the television playing in one of the rooms. Notice boards with newspaper clippings or reports were hanging everywhere. Naruto took out a small oblong can and sprayed vigorously once. "I haven't ventilated for a long time", Naruto explained his actions and Sasuke nodded confused. Sasuke sat down at the table, which is probably one of the cleanest pieces of furniture, and took the cup with thanks. "Naruto. I wanted to talk to you about the matter," Sasuke began and Naruto stiffened. "I'm sorry," Naruto burst out and Sasuke startled a little. "What", Sasuke asked and Naruto sat down at the table with a cup. "I know that you have nothing to do with the murder of my family," began Naruto and Sasuke looked at him confused. "Naruto. Hinata was in a car accident. She was not murdered." The blonde laughed bitterly and gripped the cup more tightly. "Yes, it was. They knew that we were planning a demo. We wanted