Soft rain drizzled down, soaking into the ground. A lone figure sat on the stone Yondaime's head. His golden hair hung in messy, wet locks as he stared into the mist. Sharp blue eyes contrasted against the dull shades around them.
On most days, he could be found waiting there, for no particular reason. Nothing was going to happen anyways. Nothing was going to change. Perhaps it was just a habit from long ago, when things were better.
Lightning cracked in the distance, and memories surfaced. Fighting together, fighting each other; the chirping of a thousand birds. There was so much struggling, but every moment of the way, he was there for him, and vice versa. Not anymore.
The rain fell heavily now. Dark clouds hung solemnly above, as if they were weighing down with the despair in his heart. The fights weren't fun anymore. He didn't understand why. Why did he want to leave? None of this would have happened if... if...
It was his fault after all. He was the useless usuratonkachi who couldn't do anything right. Maybe he should have let him go. He might have found the power he sought, and he might have come back afterwards.
Instead, he followed him. Until a while ago, he had blamed Sakura for begging him to bring him back.
No. It was his fault.
He was the one that chased him to the Valley. He was the one that wouldn't stop yelling at him. He was the one that triggered the curse mark, and roused the Kyuubi. He was the one that killed him.
A single rasengan was all it took. It hit him through the chest. There was too much blood.
At first, he thought it was a genjutsu. Another part of the fight meant to distract him. He sat there for hours, cradling the body in his arms, and watching the flow of red slowly fade into the water.
That's how it ended. All those years of training side by side. Bonds were torn apart and thrown away. Ultimately, everyone cared more about the Uchiha than him. He was the monster, and that's how it would always be. The one person who truly acknowledged him as an equal, was gone.
Naruto stared up at the sky. He ruined everything. Ninjas have to endure, yet this time, the pain was overwhelming. He was alone and lost, with no one to hold him up.
The rain stopped, and soon, the clouds and fog cleared as well. A much needed rainbow was nowhere in sight.
He stood up, and walked forwards, looking down, he watched the village he had once wanted to belong in.
"I'm sorry Kyuubi. I have to go find Sasuke."
No one was there to watch a boy fall from the Hokage Monument. The last thing he heard, was the chirping of a single bird in the damp morning air.