8 Run

Rumeru's makeshift bandages quickly became soaked with a all to familiar color. Even his other hand started to bleed, the sudden explosion of chakra nearly left his hand a mangled mess. The skin on his hand swung around loosely, revealing a series of muscles, tendons, and veins.

"Grab a couple rags or cloths, a few bottles of alcohol, preferably the highest percentage you can find, and create a hole in the wall. Now that he is here the civilians need to evacuate." His words carried reason and power, like a commander ordering his soldiers.

His yellow hair acted as lightning, he dashed around looking for the requested materials. He gathered the materials fast and layed them in front of the blurry eyes Rumeru.

"Put a hole in the wall already and get everyone out as quickly as you can." His orders were followed through, but he barely could help himself.

Rumeru drowned his stump and covered it in a few cloths. To keep it from moving and slow the raging river he tightened a rag around his leftover arm. He held half the knot by his teeth and pulled with his skinless hand, creating a tight tourniquet.

His hand started gushing blood, in seconds he used his mouth to create a loose bandage. The pain he felt was unimaginable, if he was a normal person he would have gone unconscious long ago.

The pain had reached its highest, after blinking once it was like he jumped forward in time. Small pieces of debris tapped against his body. 'I need to leave...' his attempts at thoughts sounded like a mumbled mess. He rose from the ground after trying to use the wrong arm. Each step made him stumble, when he blinks he finds himself against the ground with more scratches. Rumeru Fought a war to leave, and even then he couldn't find a way out of the alley the hole led to. His eyes strayed from where he wanted and his balance was no better.

His ears started to ring, a stinging sensation in his neck led him into a foreign bed. His eye lids weighed down leading to a squint. he was in a white room with the kid sitting beside in a old chair.

"A hospital? Great." His sarcastic tone woke his sleeping neighbor.

He shook his head awake and started to speak in a mumbled manner. "So you are finally awake. everyone was able to leave unharmed except..." His gaze moved to the empty space under the sheets.

"Dont mind that, this only changes my plans slightly. I guess I have gone awile without telling you my name, its Rumeru Suchikawa, what is yours?" the sadness in his voice quickly changed into a youthful joy.

"I'm Naruto Uzumaki, and I'm going to be the next hokage!" his smile was bright, yet something about him was crying and another screaming anger.

"You have had a sorrowful life till now. I will be cheering for you from the side, just remember anger is the worst type of emotion to create a weapon out of." While speaking he slowly rose from his bed. "Remember to tell the sannin thank you for helping me. I'm afraid I will have to leave first." Rumeru had a feeling like someone other than Naruto was staring at him. If he wished for less people to be involved in his life, he had to leave now.

His first step dripped blood. The next had more. Rumeru fell to his knee but got back up and out of the room. Naruto had attempted to talk to him, but Rumeru's ears could only hear continuous steps, slow breathing and the tapping of blood hitting the floor.

Naruto chased him after he turned around a corner, when he looked into the closed corridor, he saw no one. The blood trail stopped at an open window.

In the distance a man running in hospital attire spread blood all around. The witnesses could only stare and wonder. His path was clear, he was traveling a long distance into a forest.

Rumeru stopped at a lake and saw his reflection. His eyes were different than what he had made with body reconstruction. One was a pure red, the other a pale pink. his hair was stained by blood. His body was unnaturally white. Sand crunched behind him. A man in anbu armor walked behind him.

"If you want to kill me then do it fast, I prefer a quick death than suffering again." He shifted his head sideways and saw his face. The moment he could see him, he closed his eyes and opened them with a sharingan. Rumeru stood and looked at the man.

He had dimmed eyes and a motionless body. Rumeru started to talk. "Itachi, stop pretending. I have probably been caught by you already." Itachi's mouth dropped, a crow crawled it's way out by snapping his jaw. Once it flew out itachi blew up in a murder of crows