Blue-whiteish light flickered across the valley. Deafening chirping overwhelmed every other sound that may have rang out otherwise.
And the two of them stood.
A one-hit-kill jutsu, held in place by the shaking hand of a child.
(But he hadn't been a child in such a long time...)
A determinded light shone in the eyes of the one facing him. The child/assassin/avenger/friend/scared/whybrother?/pleaseNaruto/ knew, the other wouldn't give up.
But, he had told him to let him be, he had told him to persue his own dream. But the other hadn't listened, nor cared. Why couldn't he see it? Why couldn't he just be left alone?
(Because his dream was all he had left to live for, he didn't have anything else...)
His heart clenched. He didn't want to do this... But he couldn't stop, not after six years...
(Expressionless eyes ghosted over him, dismissing him a second after. »You lack hate...«)
But at the same time, he was so tired of hating, of brooding, of feeling so broken and scared of what his brother had done. He knew, even if he killed his clan's murderer, even if he got the revenge he had craved so much before, he'd feel empty. It wouldn't help.
He was tired of the way his life had been going.
(And every time the pittying, in some cases measuring, stares of the people of Konoha, shinobi and civilian alike, had been leveled at him, he broke a bit more)
Why couldn't Naruto see?!
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He didn't want this.
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He wanted the pre-massacre times back. He wanted his family back.
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Yes, he even wanted his brother back. His normal, smiling, face-poking brother.
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But, well, fate had never taken too kindly on him.
And so he launched himself at his friend/brother/sunshine/laugher/thankyounaruto.
AN: Soooo... Yeah.
Note: English isn't my first language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to point them out to me, I'll fix them ASAP.