A/N: Well this my first shot at a Naruto story. It's based on the later series of Shippuden. Now there will be some rearranging with some parts of the ongoing story, but I'll fit in all that is needed to be said so you all won't get side tracked by this.
Full Summary: It was the death of Jiraiya that had left the boy broken. No longer could he remain in the facade that he has put forth all these years. Now with no where to turn, Naruto comes to a decision which would defer everything that he had set his life upon. But along with his decision, there will always be someone to step in his way of disregard. Through unwanted faces, there will always be unwanted remembrance.
Now here's the usual closing disclaimer prayer on how I don't own anything related to this. And with that said, here you go.
Chapter 1. Hollow Eyes
Konohagakure.
It was always full of promise. Everyone had always found it beautiful even in drastic times. It never went unappreciated to those who dwelled within the village streets. The rush of the warm winds had always kept the villagers at ease along with the light trees which seemed to almost sway along with the wind. Some seemed to favor the view at night; the illuminating light resounding from paper lamps that hung over the corners of tile roofs which moved along with the tepid air. The night in the village had been like any other; the dim twilight of illuminating stars hanging faintly above the cloudless sky.
The village was always gentle.
But it did not seem to favor one in particular. Through the empty streets sauntered a figure; his arms laying limp to both sides, his face in a stoic manner; lips pressed together in a firm line. His cerulean eyes, light and hallow. This was one who ignored all the sights of his on village. This was one who was deeply troubled.
It was enough to slowly break him.
And through the countless numbers of villagers roaming the streets, there were only a small few who had shot the boy glares of hostility. But he simply ignored the passerbys who shot him resentful stares. This boy in particular has always been known for things that he himself cannot control. Through years of scornful hate, he seemed to let him pass it by like it was nothing of the sort. Though over the years their hate had lessened, but there were still the few villagers who had resented him. But from there, It was as though he had kept a permanent facade across his face, and from there, continued to live as if there was no uneasiness. As if there was no anguish. But he continued to ignore the animosity that the few villagers had cast upon the young boy. They had no notion as to how the boy had carried himself, there was no room for a chance to show them. There never was.
They didn't bother to know his past, and in this point, he chose not to attempt anymore.
So he continued to live his days through his false pretense. But alas, it had finally ceased.
The mask he had worn all these years had nearly snapped. Here, he was uncovered. Here, he revealed the true nature of his being. Here, he was only Naruto Uzumaki, not the monster they all have accustomed to see. It was all these few needed to know.
The boy had ceased on his trail and for a moment, lifting his head to the sky to observe the twilight that the night sky had provided him with. It really was beautiful. The faint aurora bands had drifted faintly across the sky. This boy was to be a fool if he did not value this night. But beyond this luminous sky; beyond the rare nights of shear bliss, he saw nothing.
Nothing at all.
His ocean blue irises absorbed the oncoming light into his own, resounding a lighter tone to his pupils. His light blond hair had oscillated from side to side, brushing his soft tan skin. He did not attempt to brush his wild hair, not that he had even bothered before. His frame was of a slight high in stature, his skin with a light tan that had glowed beneath the night sky. He bore scars on both cheeks that had resembled whiskers, even with those small scars, he had carried himself well.
He tore his eyes off the sky and proceeded forward. There was nothing left to observe for this boy. With no reason to stay, he decided to travel back to his home.
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The opening streets were now filled with villagers. Their faces were beaming with such promise for tonight. There was no care, there was no sign of forlorn faces between all smiles and grins they each had plastered in their faces. It seemed that only Naruto had disregarded all the abounding number of hopeful villagers in that night.
Maybe if things had turned out differently... maybe--
No, no...
What was done, was done. But with that thought in mind, it sunk inside his frame, like a rock heaving down his throat. The thought of his words were too upsetting to sink in, so he let it go.
If only it was as simple as that every time. But he digressed.
Upon his tread to the apartment complex, his eyes ere fixed with the chipped concrete before his feet. He trailed the familiar lining of the flooring until reaching his door. He now faced forward, the white door withering its color from old age. He slowly gripped the doorknob with one hand and turned it, revealing the inside furnishings of his home. Naruto had adopted his ways of never locking his door, and he wasn't about to break the habit. What was precious to him was of nothing to anyone who would stumble off to his home and attempt to take.
The blond took a step inside his apartment room, shutting the door slowly behind him. The creak of the aging door pierced through the calm night and was enough to awake the resting neighbors that took place in the other room beside him. But he did not care right now.
Naruto had leaned his frame against the door, his head slowly craned upwards. The light from his kitchen window had illuminated over his figure, staining his skin with small shadows from the window borders. He shut his eyes momentarily in an act of a calming sense. It was as if it was self triggered, for vivid images had swarmed through his mind... And it was all of him.
Hands were clenched.
He could see him so clearly. He pieced every speck of his profile image so perfectly.
Teeth were snared.
It was so perfect--
He began to shake his head slowly.
Almost as if he was still there--
Naruto shook his head wildly, heaving his frame off the door with a bang of his clenched fists and ravaged through his apartment, knocking all personal effects of his possessions unto the ground. What mess was left on his kitchen table was flailed to the ground with a piercing crash. He had only acted on impulse, his blood boiling with sudden rage. It was all he knew for right now. It was all that seemed right in his conscience. The feeling of his rage was always deep within his veins for years kept, the motion was simply never liberated from himself.
And now it was time for his release.
His breath had now started at a quickened paced, his eyes shifting from objects in his room. He took hold of a plate and flung it across the room with a shout, watching it shatter to pieces with a resonant clash. His cerulean eyes bore into the shattered shards of the stained plate. His breath was heaving heavily. It was the only sound that had rang through his ears. The afflicted blond hammered his fists upon the kitchen table, the vibration of the impact sounding there after.
"What the hell do I do now..?" He found himself speaking aloud. His voice was low and broken. It was then he knew the pain wouldn't end in that simple release.
A/N: Hit or miss?
It's been awhile since i wrote-- and actually wanted to take time to actually try and finish. So hopefully I won't quit on this one, because quite frankly, all the others were a fail. So I'm going to try and update at least every week or two. But it would be great if you all could give me some feedback on this. Reviews are always appreciated!
