Naruto – Generation “X”
4:23 PM, May 12th, Present Day
“So, this is how it ends up, eh?” said a white haired man, clutching his chest while looking at the clock on the wall. Afterward his gaze fixed onto the dripping faucet on the sink of the apartment room. His eyes bleak with the scars and scratches around it. Clearly he was a Shinobi. He looked at the man in front of him, “Why?”
“Why?” grinned the hooded man. His eyes were shadowed out by the darkness, which was cast from his hood that extended out from his dark cloak. Red clouds spotted the garment. The color was as shady as the man’s identity. “Because,” he continued, “You tried to stop me…” his voice started to drift away. After a moment he continued, “You tried to stop me… back… then… Back then! You tried to stop me!” His voice and anger picked up, whilst his grinned turned into a frown.
“Stop you… In the past?” murmured the wounded Shinobi. He looked even harder at the shady character. His vision started to wobble. He squinted to adjust what was left of his poor vision. While looking at the opposing man, his mind raced, trying to recover the vital piece of information. “In the past..?” he murmured again. His age showed as he started to breathe heavily. “I don’t remember.” He said at last.
“You don’t?” questioned the other man, his grin returned. “So after a mere ten years you don’t remember me? Oh that’s right… that technique. The forbidden technique to be exact… Kohan Korei no Jutsu, wasn’t it?” His grin slowly changed into a chuckle then into a full out laugh. “Won’t this be a blast from the past?”
The crazed man revealed his hands from the insides of the cloak’s sleeves. A silver ring with a red platform with a Kanji inside showed from the man’s right thumb. He put his hands in accordance to that of the Board Handseal. In a short flash of time, he had performed the Monkey, Dog, and Rat handseals as well. The elderly man in front of him gasped in shock, his eyes grew even paler.
“Not that… No!” He shouted.
“Of course! What other way to finish you?” the Shinobi’s body filled with Chakra. “Kohan Korei no Jutsu!” he shouted. The world around the two dimmed into a grayscale. The clock froze. The elder Shinobi’s eyes naturally blinked.
A moment of silence took place as the old man looked around. Everything was still, even the water that had continuously dripped had paused. The man knew what was happening and what was going to happen. He gave a slight grin and softly said, “I remember you now. I said I would always be there for you. I treated you like a son if not a much younger brother. I know you’re Pain… K-” The man started to cough abruptly. Blood started spewing out of his mouth and his knees wobble. His hand on his chest clutched harder. Before he finished his last word, he collapsed.
“So you remember sensei?” the remaining Shinobi removed his hood, showing his familiar spiked hair. The color was masked by the technique used beforehand. The man’s cold eyes stared at the corpse in front of him. The clock on the wall started to resume its rotations, however the color did not return. After the first few moments the hands started to pick up in speed until it went rapidly across the template of the clock. The dead elder on the ground started to crumble into dust.
After what seemed like a minute, the man on the ground had turned into fragments and dust. On the other side of the room, the clock had started to recommence its normal rotation speed.