I am back! With a new story! Because I can!

And I think I have quite the difficult plot going on here XD But hey, I loved the research so far! I am thinking of doing this of different point of views and focus on different pairings as well. So far I have come up with two of my favourites ItaDei and SasuNaru, but perhaps you have ideas on a pairing that would fit in with this scene :)

For the ones that used to follow me for my SasuNaru and have found me again, welcome back :D and now enjoy!

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The world was never more peaceful. At least that was how it was perceived by many. But something was about to change, and one could argue if it was for the better or for the worse. It all depended on how you saw it.

It would be a long while before everyone would be affected. Most would deny it for the longest time, in fear of what this change might bring them. Would it strengthen their family, or would it simply leave it to vanish from existence? Unfortunately for them it was not something you can deny for long, not when the change had captured you in their grasp. Once it had taken over your mind, your soul, your heart, you were bound to start believing.

Wars would be fought, armies would be sent out, in search of an answer. Many would come up with one. Blame it on fate, on a higher power, on science. Blame it on their greatest enemy if they could. But an honest answer would never be found. Mother nature works in mysterious ways, and when she feels like the world is crumbling to pieces, she will step in. And that is what she did on that fateful day, haunting dreams in the best way she could.

Sasuke

Night had fallen quick, darkness enveloping their homes before they could light their torches. Candle in hand he walked the dark streets, lighten every torch he could find. He had stumbled upon some family members, all going through town with the same idea in mind. Lighting up their houses. Their eyesight was not the best at night, and yet they always seemed to forget to light the torches on time.

Reaching the last one, he turned with a sigh, blowing out the candle in his hand. Dark eyes roamed the town streets. It was quiet, too quiet. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing upright, waiting for what was to come.

Every night had been the same so far. Every night a few soldiers returned, bloodied, beaten. Only the ones that were harmed too severely returned. Some would be unable to walk, would be carried. He didn't like the sight of them, but he still came every night. Watched as they passed by, on their way to their healers, who would hopefully patch them up enough, so they could return to battle. It was a war he didn't fully understand. As far as he knew they were happy here, so what was there to gain?

But even he could see the way outsiders looked at him, judged him, and he was still perceived as a child. There was a reason why any of them hardly ever left town, sticking to the people they knew.

As a Gorgon life was not easy. Everyone had heard the fairy-tale of Medusa. It was printed as a bedtime story and ready to children right before they went to bed, so they could dream of snake hair, and stares that turned men into stone. But it wasn't exactly like that. The story had been fabricated to sound more interesting, as many stories did. It simply felt like their story was made worse right from the start. People expected them to have scales for skin, or have a long snake tail instead of legs.

It was the beginning of the story that fitted them better. His brother had once said that the person that had written the story of Medusa, had his heart broken by a Gorgon. There was a reason why Medusa was called a Goddess, because the Gorgons were one of the most beautiful creatures to roam the earth. With their fair skin and their soft dark locks. The only thing that was not beautiful about them, was their venomous bite, and their stare that would turn red. A stare that would captivate you, and kill you in an instant.

Medusa was nothing with what the Gorgons' really were, and yet people expected to see snakes coming off his head whenever they looked at him.

As he walked home, he could hear the footsteps of the soldiers returning home. Glancing back down the street he saw them entering through the city gates. Most were still on their feet, but a few needed to be carried, lying down on makeshift stretchers, carried by others who were not as wounded. His eyes moved from face to face, trying to find a particular one. Perhaps today would be the day that he'd return home.

"He's not here, Sasuke," a voice spoke up from behind him.

Quickly he turned, glancing up at his father's smiling face. But he could see the pain behind it, worried just as much as he was. The worry lines in his father's face had turned deeper and deeper, cutting into his father's hard face.

"I know," he murmured, casting one last look at the retreating backs of the group of soldiers. He was glad that he hadn't found the face he had been looking for. If he didn't see his face, it meant that his brother was save. It meant that his brother would fight another day, and one day return home when all this was over.

A hand landed on his shoulder, his father steering him back towards their home. "Go to bed, Sasuke. Tomorrow will rise before you know it."

And to bed he went. It was the only thing he now really looked forward to. The only place where he could return without having to worry. Worry about his brother, his family, his town's future. In his dreams he would find peace.

It helped that every night that little red fox kept him company, playing with him all the way to morning light.

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