Yo! Happy Halloween! I'm introducing my brand-new fic! It's definately going to get rough, so those with a light whatever it is beware! Muhahaha!

I'm going to get the whole rambling out now to save time later. Golden Flames is still being completed, it's unbeta-ed and completely raw. Some chapters will be harder to understand or read, but I'm experimenting with a new style and this fic matched perfectly. The chapters are short, but lacking any structure. Sentences were meant to be fragments and run-ons. Don't worry if things are fuzzy, just ask and I can explain.

This will have yaoi way, way, WAAAAY later on. It'll be NaruSasu if you please. Nothing super-explicit but close enough. If you don't swing that way then fine cause you can probably read most of it without touching any sore spots. (Gotta say though, flame me and I'll devour you. As in, eat your soul devour!)

I'm getting rid of characters I can't write well by either knocking them off early, barely adding them in or omitting them completely (like Sai, sorry but I can't write the guy) and technically it's an AU. I took the parts of Naruto I could work with and morphed it. I wanted some characters, like the certain Snake Summons, to have more depth.

I am certifiaibly insane so please, fell free to review and tell me to stop writing. I will make note of your opinion but the fic will still go up as planned. (It makes me warm and fuzzy to receive flames) You probably want to read the fic, so I'm going to shut up. (Don't own Naruto or anything affiliated with Naruto)!

Golden Flames

I. Yellow Eyes Watch The Outcome

Slitted eyes focused on the movements faster than a mere human could interpret. The Sannin was nothing compared to the raven in speed.

The delicate steel blades caressed one another in hard brutal strikes. The footing was lost as the elder was backed into the dead medic nin. A split second was all it took to pierce the elder's chest and force the wound to remain open.

His eyes were wide. He shifted his body and quietly glided closer to the scene. He remained back, knowing as soon as red eyes looked up at him that he wanted no part in this slaughter. So beautifully, the blood ran between the two, pooling at their feet. The yukata was ruined. He would have to replace it.

Sickly yellow eyes were narrow in hatred, blood gushing from his chest and mouth more as he moved. Arms that were still baring the ruin of the Sandaime's last jutsu reached forward to pull the blade from his chest. They were trembling with the effort to raise the small distance.

Pale hands stopped them, ripping the blade out themselves. It clattered to the ground when released and the pale scared hands of the younger gripped the wrists and forced them to the wall.

"Loyal to no one, are you, Sasuke-kun?" It whispered. Chest rose rapidly, fighting for breath; lungs were giving out now. Kabuto was dead at his feet and there was no other to offer help. Only this raven and the hungry yellow eyes he had once had the loyalty of.

There was no answer. There was nothing but breathing. He took satisfaction that the raven was near the edge himself. But that was short-lived. He would not be the one to walk away from this battle. His search for immortality was destroyed at the hands of his best weapon.

Hands trailed up to the arms and then to the neck. They tightened, stopping the small breath before it ever made it to his lungs. They loosened in the next instant.

Hatred and fury blazed in eyes not yet glassed over in pain. Whispers from the back of his mind, the very last purity in his soul, spoke volumes. If he died by any hand then the best choice was the raven. This was ignored as he remembered his failsafe. If he died then he would rip the raven's dreams from him as well.

The raven leaned in, cold hands on cold skin, and he tauntingly bared his throat to the Sannin.

He breathed the wind and sweat scent on the Uchiha. His long tongue pressed against the white throat, feeling the raven tense unintentionally. Memories of inflicting the mark surfaced and he grinned even more maliciously. What was the raven's dream? To kill his brother. If his dreams would die on this battlefield, then so would the raven's.

He pulled the raven closer. He pulled his tongue away and pressed his mouth next to the raven's ear.

"There is no winner here, Sasuke-kun." He whispered, taking his secret to the afterlife with him. Eyes finally glazed over and the body slumped forward. He fell to the ground, covering the silver-haired medic nin, mixing their dry and drying blood.

Scales sliding over ground. Thick coils wrapping destroyed flesh. Thin pink tongue wiping away a red bloody furrow. Soft hisses and harsh breaths.

Manda took the weight as the boy passed out. His caster was dead and his new master and caster was dying. There was only one other alliance that the Serpent King possessed that would save the raven's body. He cast out and disappeared in a burst of smoke.

The two came back into being outside a cave. Dark purple eyes looked up into brilliant yellow. They fell to the body nestled in the dangerous wrappings. A single glance from the purple-eyed man and Manda entered the cave.

There were no words spoken. None were needed when dealing with Shinkan the Healer. Shinkan the Caster Sage. The body was passed to the rough ground and wizened hands began to remove tattered clothing. Yellow eyes watched. They observed. They never missed anything.

Along alabaster skin black flames began to spiral outwards. They burned red and then remained black. Yellow eyes were watching.