The days of Uzumaki Naruto were over.

The days of running around town and spouting nonsense to anyone who would listen, they were over.

The days of smiling and laughing to the villagers and getting only mutters of demon were over.

The days of bright blue eyes and sun kissed hair and tan skin and… they were over.

The days of jumping to the Hokage tower just to think what if and why, those days were over.

The days of humming a tune from the lullaby he wished he had heard were over.

The days of being Konoha's Number One Hyperactive Ninja were over.

The days… the days of forcing the pain away and trying to be loud enough so the shadows wouldn't swallow him whole, they were over.

The days of watching people pass by and hold each other tight were over.

The days of training with Team Seven were over.

The days of sparring with Sasuke only to be beaten down because he was too afraid of showing his true strength were over.

The days of yelling "SAKURA-CHAN" and rubbing his head from the bump she'd give him, were over.

The days of sitting on the swing set outside the academy even after he'd graduated, those were over.

The days of hoping for the demon in his stomach to finally take over and kill him, along with everyone else, those days were over too.

The days of walking aimlessly around the city and getting lost and never getting found were over.

The days of watching blood soak into the walls when assassination attempts went haywire, they were over.

The days of letting nothing get to him and storing all the hate away for later, those days were over.

The days of Uzumaki Naruto were over and no one knew why.