Well...we'll see how it goes, or if anyone cares. Any suggestions? Your ideas may (probably) be used in the story. Yes..Naruto is a bit OOC, but remember, he lost Sasuke and he's drunk. They were really close, not in the way you usually think though. Those two years in the canon manga and anime must have been spent not just training, but healing...

He ran wildy, panting, knocking over trashcans and earning scowls from residents of the sorrounding apartments. No one could even stand him..even for a few hours at a bar or pub...A few cats screeched as he tripped and fell over in exhaustion into the largest puddle, behind a closing restaurant. The was a squeal as a door opened and a man stepped out holding a bag of garbage. He stood beneath a the light of a small bulb by the door. The neon sign, which previously announced that the store was open, flickered and changed to closed, as the woman inside pulled down the blinds closed.

The man stared at him for a moment, half in anger, half in suprise. His large shadow smothered Naruto, who was now struggling to stand, his heavy doused clothes pulling him down, with more rain pouring on him mercilessly.

"What the hell are you doing here, you filthy demon spawn!?" he spat at him, "Get out of here!" Glancing up for a moment, Naruto's face was light up in anger and a flash of lightning his tears mingling with the rain seamlessly. The man stared in shock, the look was one of pure hate, sorrow and hopelessness. The boy had no will to live. Naruto struggled to his feet, dropping his coat and using the brick wall for support.

"Well?! Get the hell away, usuratonkachi!" Naruto got to his feet, the sake was making it harder to think clearly, his body was heavy. He swayed, and took off running once more.

He reached his apartment, which suprised him. He hadn't been heading in any particular direction. He wiped the dirt and tears and rain from his face with the side of his hand, and stepped inside, ignoring the mat to wipe his shoes, which were covered in muck. Leaving his door open, the elements making it bang against the wall, and the water beginning to spray onto the floor, he tooks off his orange clothes, they squelched as he dropped them to the floor and stood. Looking outside the window, at the large liths of past hokages...he took another bottle of sake and chugged it. Maybe..maybe he wouldn't remember anything in the morning...or better yet maybe he would die of alcohol poisoning...Either way it helped dull the pain. But he knew..it would all come back..it would all overwhelm him like a tsunami once it wore off..unless he got more everytime..the idea of being constantly drunk appealed to him..

'Is that technically an alcoholic?' He couldn't remember. The was a flash of lightning, almost simultaneously followed by the crack of thunder, booming and resounding in his apartment, vibrating the already wind-shooken building. He opened the window. The curtains flutteredin the wind and the rain splattered his face. Naruto dropped the empty bottle, and watched it fall and spiral down, its fate already mapped out. He knew it would shatter. It reminded him of his life. He never really even had a reason to live. He turned away knowing the bottle's destiny was already set in stone. Perhaps Neji had been right all along. What a baka, he had been..

Why had he kept on going all these years? For what? So that he could fail over and over again? To suffer, be made fun of, beaten, and hated by all? He didn't have an answer. Maybe he had hoped he would find one...

A purpose. It didn't matter to him now. He closed the window, out of habit. The black undershirt he had on, dripped as he walked to the stairs leading to the roof. The moist socks left a wet footsteps to accompany the trail left by his shirt and boxers. Walking up the stairs, he grabbed and opened the door. The wind howled and attempted to push him back,
but nothing could stop him now. Not even hurricane force winds...the roof was covered in shallow lakelets, all of which were nearly black..

'Just like the darkness inside of me..like pools of shadow beneath my skin..' He stepped over a few before realizing, what was the point? He walked through them, the cold water splashing him. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. His socks were now soaked. He climbed up the water tower on his roof and stared up, now standing at its peak. The moon was full, but hidden beneath the roiling clouds. Lightning arced and cracked within them, like wispy smoke, they slowly changed shape, but appeared solid in a way. Malevolent. Just like the evil that was housed inside him.

He edged closer to the end of the tank, and leaned over looking at the street a couple stories below...After all that alcohol..maybe the demon fox wouldn't be able to heal him as quickly. It was a metabolic depressant or something of the sort. Sakura had said something about it...Naruto turned his back on the asphalt below and leaned backward slowly. The back of his head was softest..he had learned that much in battle. Perhaps this might work after all...

'What are you doing' the Kyuubi spoke to him at last. It didn't want to die with him.

'Something I should've done years ago...' He leaned backward once more. Finally an end.
To this stupid life of mine..this damned melodrama...Nothing to worry about any longer.
No more charades...no more trying to impress or be noticed...He didn't care anymore.
No more pretending..that he didn't care about the villagers taunts..his emotions toward Sasuke..that he loved Sakura..

At last..the mask dropped away, and so did his body, as he leaned backward past the point of return..almost in slow motion.
...He would end it. Just like the bottle of sake.

I'm sorry I couldn't save you Sasuke. Save you from the dark.
I'm sorry I failed, again...for the last time.
I'm sorry, Sakura..I couldn't get him back for you..

I just wished I could tell you.
That I could tell you how much I loved you.
But it's much too late..

He pushed back with his feet and fell backwards throught the air.

Hope you like cliffhangers lol. Is it ok? I'd really like comments, even flames. Something please? lol Unfinished. I have to go more into depth with his thought processes, but he was drunk wasn't he? I'll do more, and he'll seem less OOC. Btw, what pairings are wanted? I'll do multiple endings and such, etc. So put your opinion in now! please..? lol ;; if no one comments or wants to read this, I guess I'll just delete it..