tales from konoha that are beautifully written. feel free to add, but i will be moderating it
Kakashi had never entirely understood the Kamui Sharingan. It was supposed to have killed him in his fight against Pein, and yet he somehow wakes up - within his thirteen-year-old body and without Obito's Sharingan, no less. Stranded in a new but old second life, Hatake Kakashi determines that he will fix what he had broken, so many years ago, all while he fears that a broken man will only do what he knows best, and continue to break everything he touches.
(Or: Team Minato worries about their loneliest team member, especially when he starts acting nice to Obito and looks at Rin and Minato like they're ghosts. Kakashi tries to shut them out and pull them closer at the same time, and he swears he will keep his promise this time around.)
- Part 1 of buried alive
Being reborn into the Uchiha clan during the Warring Clans Era is surprisingly idyllic, so long as you don't mind hard work and are too young to know any of the people who are actually dying. But innocence never lasts, and trying to help family stay alive is a road strewn with a surprising number of pitfalls and last-minute diversions.
Also on ffnet.
- Part 1 of The Compass Points North
“I’m from the future—seven years in the future.”
There’s a long, drawn-out silence. Itachi’s face is unreadable as he stares at Sasuke.
“You’re what?” he finally says.
"I sat there
Wind at war with my hair
Allowing the sand to shift all around me
I inhaled the sun and sea-kissed air
And exhale things held past their time
There’s just something about this place
That feels so free"
- Elowen Grey.
Shisui had succeeded, destroying the man who was responsible for his death, in every way possible. Who had caused so much suffering... more than anyone could have foreseen.
(He gasped for air, throat parched and lips chapped and-)
But now came the hardest part; learning to live again.
(The ground felt as distant as the dim twinkle of stars scattered across the night sky.)
All was still.
(The air, the only thing surrounding him, felt stretched in his lungs, whipped his clothes and hair taunt from his skin, and streamed tears from his eyes.)
And then it wasn't.
(Part Two of a series - please read Part One, No Tomorrow, before this one)
- Part 2 of I hope you'll reach those places
The water was crushing, pummelling Shisui's broken form, even as it swept him further and further from Konoha.
And then Shisui woke up.
It's two months until the day he died. Two months to change the current of his life, of his Clan, of his village. And Shisui has no intention of letting history run its course.