12 Kunai
The phone was ringing, and eighteen year old Uzumaki Naruto sighed, and went to answer the call. He had a very important place to get to...
"Hello? This is Uzumaki Naruto."
"... Hello... Naruto..."
"... Sasuke," the blonde young man hissed with edge.
He can just imagine the smirk, that cocky arrogant smirk plastered on the bastard's face.
"It's been six years, Naruto. Missed me much?"
"Why the fuck are you calling here?" He demanded.
"Ah, temper, temper, Naruto... I have your woman."
"You son of a bitch! You leave her alone!"
"Hn... I don't think so... come outside if you want her."
He dropped the phone and rushed out of his apartment... only for it to blow up, sending him flying through the air, and crash onto a mail box. Sliding onto the ground painfully, he heard the faint ringing of his cellular phone in his pocket trying to overcome the crackling fires that had consumed his home. How did all of this start out? Well... it started with Naruto and Sakura, a girl who Naruto managed to warm into her heart over their other friend, Sasuke. Ever since Naruto and Sakura started dating, the boy had gone antagonist over the relationship, and then vanished without a trace. He wasn't seen ever since. But now... it seems... he had returned. And he wished for revenge. With pain, he nabs the cell phone and flips it open. A chuckle enters his hearing.
"Now then... Naruto... as I said, I have your woman, and if you don't do what I tell you... I will make sure you will never have her back in your arms, just like I could ever have her in mine, understand?"
Click.
Naruto's mind had numbed, even as the faint wails of fire and ambulance, and police were arriving. All he could think of was Haruno Sakura, the woman he loved... now; she was in the hands of an old friend, his old friend wasn't a friend anymore, but a psychopathic maniac.
I swear to Kami and the gods and goddesses above, I will find you... I will get her back... and I will kill you.
"Uchiha Sasuke!" He screamed out to the heavens. Elsewhere, a woman with pink hair is gagged and tied, as she could only cringe at the sinister laugh that left the lips of the boy with wild black eyes, and a mean smile worthy of the devil himself.