SSMonth15. Day 31: Reincarnation (Concluded)
A/N: The LAST DAY! Gosh! Wow, one month really just flew by like that! I feel so happy that I’ve completed the entire months’ worth of prompts! I’m so proud that I managed to discipline myself to post one a day! I guess that the next time I’ll write for SasuSaku is during next year’s SSMonth (if I have the time). It had been a great journey for me and I hope that you guys enjoyed most of my stories! Thanks for reading! Enjoy the last fic!
P.S. When I meant going out with a bang, it didn’t mean for me to post this almost two days late! I’m so sorry that I posted this so late! It took me quite some time to finish it! Hahaha… I hope you don’t mind how long the fic is!
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Kishi-sensei.
Summary: A god falls in love with a human; true love can never be separated.
Sasuke, the God of Lightning took a hit from the mighty Kaguya and fell from the heavens. He heard the screams of “Sasuke-teme!” coming from his best friend Naruto, the God of Thunder. He was paralysed as he fell; Kaguya seemed to have locked his powers, making him unable to access them. He felt the air shifted and turned heavy;
‘Shit, I’m heading into the realm of mortals! I need to move!’ He thought frantically, attempting to break free of the paralysis. It was in vain, Sasuke couldn’t even twitch his fingers. With each passing moment, he was sure that he was getting nearer to the ground,
‘This is going to hurt.’ Sasuke thought as he braced himself for the incoming impact, even if he was a god, it would still hurt, a lot. To his surprise, he fell into water,
‘The ocean.’ He thought to himself. This was worse, way worse. With the paralysation in effect, he was unable to swim to the surface. He glared at nothing and everything,
‘Who’s idea was it that gods needed air to breathe when in the human realm?!’ He mentally complained, as he felt the air in his lungs being used up. Sasuke struggled to move,
‘Tch, I can’t die like this. Kaguya still hasn’t been defeated yet!’ He thought feeling the mark of the crescent moon on the palm of his left hand. He felt the burn in his lungs, and saw his vision growing darker.
‘No.’ He protested weakly as his eyes slowly shut. The last thing he remembered was the feel of hands pulling him up.