-1Bleed To Live
Summary: Because the World isn't always perfect; And Life isn't always True; And Because We All Bleed To Live. OneShot.
Naruto stood looking out from atop the Hokage Mountain. How many times had he done this? Once, twice, 10 times, 100 times, 1000 times? It didn't seem to matter. It all just blended into a swirl of agony. He looked out upon all of those doing their work. The people toiling in their daily work. How foolish the were.
If you were to say Naruto, was an idiot; you would be the idiot. Naruto understands more than most can even declare having come close too in a hundred lifetimes. He understood why Shinobi were tools. Shinobi were detached form emotions, making them easily killable. Show them emotion, and they become puzzled, confused. They do not know how to respond. And you kill them. A Shinobi with a conscience, love, feelings was the most dangerous thing in the world. They were greater than any demon. Greater than any army. Greater than the world against them… but they were weaker. They were emotional, they felt pain. They understood things no one could hope to understand. They would feel remorse from killing their enemies, pain from every blow they dealt, joy from everyone they saved. But worst of all they felt pity. They pitied their enemies. They pitied other Shinobi, and friends, and even their own families. By having emotions and being a Shinobi, they came to the conclusion that they were simply better. They could kill and had emotions. All in one. They would become arrogant. And foolish. By this foolishness they killed themselves. They would believe themselves better than all. And in their total weakness, they would be killed. They were in reality the best. But they allowed their arrogance to take root. Thus in battle, they became useless. And were enviably killed.
Now, what would this have to do with Naruto you say? Naruto had emotions, and he was the best of the best. After being a Shinobi for 13 years, starting at the age of 12, Naruto was the top of the line, a Special Ops Anbu Captain Black. He was the most efficient because of his way of growing up. He had no family, no friends, no one that really cared about him. Since he had no one, he strived to prove himself. He never became arrogant except in his foolish acts to gain attention he so badly needed. He never received it. He became closed off and dark; still retaining his emotions. It had caused him to become better than anyone. He was better than the Rokudaime, Iruka. Iruka had trained every hour of every day of his life, since his lover, Kurenai, was killed in a fight. He fought in her memory, drowning in sorrow. He was an un-expected canidate for Hokage after Tsunade re-signed.
Naruto looked one more time at the village he had strived so hard to protect. But now, he wouldn't care if it burned in the deepest bowels of Hell. He held up a small vial of a swirling blue liquid, that seemed almost… ethereal. He downed it one swallow. He could feel his heartbeat slowing, his chakra draining. He could hear the Kyuubi screaming in indignation and fury. As his eyes closed, he could feel the pain slipping away, and calm over taking him…
Aftermath
The next day, the corpse of Uzumaki Naruto would be found on top of the Hokage Mountain. No one understood why he was smiling. But the reason was simple.
The World Isn't Always Perfect; Life Isn't Always Real;
And We All Bleed Our Lives Away To Live;
Cling to what you have;
Before it Bleeds Away;
Because When It Does;
You Can Only Blame Yourself, The Imperfect World, And Truth.
