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Prologue: The End of the World
The sky had burned red for weeks.
Not the soft red of a sunset or the flash of a fire jutsu but a deep, suffocating crimson that never faded and turned to ash. The kind of red that meant the world was ending. They didn’t know it yet, but something was waiting for them on the other side of this war. Not salvation, maybe. But something worth surviving for.
Kaguya had won. And the Otsutsuki Gods were waiting to feast on what little remained, ready to strip the earth of its chakra like cattle led to slaughter.
The Infinite Tsukuyomi had long since spread across the nations. Its roots dug deep into the earth, weaving illusions into reality, draining people of their souls until nothing remained. All the villages were silent now. Clans were gone. All the elemental natures were crushed under the weight of false dreams. Everyone was either dead, or worse: turned into White Zetsu, hollow puppets trapped in sleep they’d never wake from.
The war if you could still call it that had stretched on for well over a year. But it hadn’t felt like a war for a long time. It was survival, plain and simple. A slow, dragging collapse. For a while, there had been a flicker of hope that maybe Team 7 together again in all its glory could change things.
That hope died the day Kakashi fell.
He didn’t hesitate not even for a breath. One moment they were under attack, surrounded, and the next, Kakashi was already moving, placing himself in front of them without a word, without fear, guided only by his killer instinct and that quiet resolve that had always made him their protector. It was pure reflex, a final act of love and sacrifice, and in that instant, he saved them for the last time.
He fell hard. A burst of chakra. A spray of blood. And then nothing. Naruto screamed, Sakura cried. Sasuke didn't do either, he just stared, too frozen to move, too shattered to breathe.
Sasuke remembered the sickening crunch of bone, the snap of air leaving his lungs, the stillness that followed. He remembered how Kakashi’s eye met theirs even in his final moment. Calm. Steady. Resigned. You still have a chance, it said. Don’t waste it. I believe in all of you.
They buried him in what was left of the battlefield. There wasn’t much. Just ash, earth and the scarf Naruto found buried in Kakashi’s old pack. Sakura had knelt by his side, dirt and blood on her hands, whispering fragments of old memories. Trying to hold it together but falling apart. They had lost their sensei, their leader, and their protector. They had to keep fighting for Kakashi.
He had been their shield and now it was down to three.
They moved from place to place, bleeding, breaking down more everyday, but never letting go and always fighting. Covered in bruises and scars, living in what was left of a dying world. And in that devastation, they found something they’d never had before: each other. Not only as teammates but a true family.
Sakura became their anchor. She made them eat. Forced them to sleep. She kept Naruto from pushing too hard and pulled Sasuke out of the self-deprecating silence that crept in whenever he thought too long. She healed them when they got hurt, snapped at them when they acted like idiots, laughed when they made her smile, and cried when things got too heavy. She loved them with everything she had and with her whole heart.
She noticed things too. The way Sasuke’s gaze lingered too long on Naruto. The way Naruto always reached for Sasuke with the need to touch and grab him as if he were afraid to lose him again. She knew they were both holding back for fear of hurting her.
It did hurt for awhile, but she let Sasuke go, moved on, and realized that she loved him more as a brother, loved them both as brothers and in return, they never let her fall behind. She was their equal, and their sister, a strong irreplaceable kunoichi woven into every fabric of their lives. It was the three of them against the world.
Sakura smiled through the pain, the way she always did. She teased Naruto when his hair stuck up worse than usual, nudged him with her shoulder when he got too quiet, and made sure Sasuke ate something because he never did unless she put the food in his hands and gave him that look. She caught the way Sasuke would glance at Naruto when he thought no one was watching, but she never said a word. Just smiled softly and turned her head. She called Kakashi their “stubborn old ghost watching over them,” muttering it under her breath when they sat near the campfire and the silence grew too heavy.
Sometimes, when the world gave them a rare moment of quiet, they moved like they always had. One afternoon in the Land of Iron, the air had started to bite at their skin, too cold to camp in the open. They spent the day building a shelter, just the three of them. No chakra, only their hands. At first it was out of necessity, a way to conserve energy, but as the hours passed, it became something more.
They fell into an old rhythm, instinctive and familiar. They watched each other’s backs the way they used to when they were younger, during missions that didn’t matter to anyone but them. There was no need to speak. They understood each other in motion, in glances and quiet trust.
For those few hours, they laughed like old friends. Not forced, but real, tear inducing and aching laughter. Naruto kept missing the nails and hitting his hand, swearing so loudly it echoed across the valley. Sasuke didn’t just smirk. He laughed, too. Sharp and sudden, like he had surprised himself. In that single afternoon, he laughed more than he had in his entire life.
They all became each other’s cheering section. Team 7 trying to build something that might last. Not just shelter from the cold, but a small reminder that even in a world falling apart, they could still create something with their hands. Something that held.
For that one day, they weren’t survivors clawing their way through the end of the world. They were just three people, tired from a hard day’s work, and for once that was enough.
For a little while, that was enough to keep going, to keep fighting.
Until it wasn’t.
Sakura fell next.
She died reaching for Sasuke, her body broken, her face bruised and barely recognizable. Her eyes were still the same, though. Beautiful emerald eyes amidst a field of cherry blossom hair. He remembered thinking they didn’t look afraid, just tired as if she’d finally laid down her burden and could stop worrying about her stupid boys.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, blood dripping from her lips. “I was supposed to protect you both.”
Then she screamed with rage, one last surge of chakra exploding from her, obliterating the White Zetsu closing in. Her body went limp in his arms and Sasuke and Naruto could only hold her and cry. They buried her with her favorite letter that Ino had sent to her right before the war.
She had been their heart and now it was down to two.
Months dragged on and they knew they couldn’t fight anymore. They were exhausted, running constantly, starving and slowly dying. All hope was gone.
Sasuke knelt in the heart of a crater, soaked in blood and mud. Rain poured down against his skin. Naruto lay limp in his lap, eyes half-lidded, his breath coming in shallow bursts. A deep wound split across his side, and the blood wouldn’t stop. Kurama had nothing left, no chakra, no strength to heal him anymore.
Sasuke tried. God, he tried. His hands pressed over the wound, slick with red, trembling with exhaustion and frustration. But it was useless. The blood kept coming.
And still, Naruto smiled.
With his last strength and his voice barely there he whispered, “It’s almost ready.” His fingers moved weakly, carving the last of the seals into the dirt, each stroke glowing faintly.
“You’re dying,” Sasuke said, his voice rough with grief. “This isn’t going to work. We’re out of time.” His hands dropped. “Maybe we’ll be happy in the next life.”
“It will work,” Naruto breathed harshly. “Back before it all broke. Before Kakashi-sensei. Before Sakura-chan. Before this stupid war. I can get us there… I have to… Dattebayo. I can do it.”
Sasuke clenched his jaw, fury and deep sorrow burning behind his red eyes. “You’re bleeding too fast. Damn it, dobe.”
Naruto gave a soft, hoarse laugh. “I can’t stop now. You’ll mess up the hand signs. You’re a genius, yeah, but your seal’s suck. And me? I’m the idiot who never gives up.”
Still rivals to the end. And something much more.
The portal sparked to life, golden chakra weaving through the air, howling like wind, like time ripping open. The sky split again. Lightning streaked above them.
Naruto leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Sasuke’s.
“You were the one thing I got right.” And Sasuke finally believed him.
His hand lifted, brushing Sasuke’s cheek with the gentlest touch. And then he kissed him. Slow. Painful. Full of every word they’d never said.
“I’ll be with you,” he whispered. “Even if you can’t see me. This time... live... love. Save them. Save us. Save yourself.”
Then with the last of his strength he pushed Sasuke into the portal.
Sasuke didn’t resist.
The light swallowed him whole.
For a moment, there was only heat. The roar of chakra in his ears. His lungs burned as wind and heat tore through him. The seal on his chest lit up, Naruto’s chakra flooding through him in one last, burning gift.
Then came a memory, their last moment of peace at the Hidden Eddy village.
They’d found it by accident. A place untouched by the war holding so much history and warmth for Naruto. For one night, they’d found peace in each others’ arms with their bodies tangled in perfect symmetry. The air had smelled of dust and sea. Naruto’s fingers traced lazy patterns along Sasuke’s spine. Neither of them spoke as they got lost in each others’ bodies. Sasuke had turned to face him, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.
Sasuke’s voice, barely a whisper; “stay with me forever.”
Naruto’s reply, “always.”
The karma seal pulsed—buzzing, alive.
And then… time broke apart. Space folded and twisted.
Sasuke tumbled through it all, weightless, untethered and pulled through a stream of memory and possibility. Past and future blurred together. Moments that had happened, and others that never would. His body ached strangely not from battle, but something deeper. Something was shifting, it was as if the seal wasn't just dragging him through time but reshaping him from the inside out.
Naruto’s face flickered around him in fragments, laughing, crying, shouting across the valley, whispering into his mouth. Sakura’s voice rang out high and bright, like a child laughing in a field of cherry blossoms and Kakashi’s lone eye glinted from behind his mask, steady and warm,
Then he was standing in his home in the Uchiha compound. His mother stood in the doorway smiling warmly at him, and his father’s voice said, proud and low: That’s my boy.
Next came another memory. One that was forever lodged deep in his soul. He knelt beside Itachi’s lifeless body, a hand reaching out to flick his forehead. Grief and regret spilling out “forgive me Sasuke, this is the last time”
More came faster each time and they flooded through him. Sasuke couldn’t keep up.
He saw different versions of himself, dozens of them. Hundreds. One who had never left the village. One who had destroyed it. One who lived a quiet life in the mountains, one holding a child in his arms, eyes soft with something like peace.
And then, everything shattered.
The light gave way.
And then complete darkness closed around him and time ended. In the silence that followed, a single heartbeat kept going.
But something had changed. Not the world. Him.
There was a flicker in his chest. It wasn’t pain or fear, it was something he didn’t recognize. A tug beneath the skin. Like his body wasn’t settling back into itself the way it should. Like it wasn’t his, not exactly.