Among the Living and the Dead
Chapter 1: Simple live, complex… afterlife?
Author: Sjezza
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It was a beautiful day in the Land of Fire. Also Konoha, its major city, enjoyed the good weather. Parents went to work with a good-humoured expression. Some housewives went out shopping or gathered in small groups on the street, to keep informed of the latest gossips. Or just simply 'news', as they called it. The children went out to play with other children as soon as school was out. Everything seemed normal, just like it should.
Yes, it was a normal day indeed. At least as normal as a world can be in which ninja's exist.
And on this normal day, a simple looking boy was currently walking down the street. Someone would quickly estimate him to be about the five years old.
The boy had bright blond hair, which bounced a little bit with every step he took. His deep blue eyes watched the clouds drifting by, scanning them, as if he was counting them.
He was walking at a livid pace and didn't seem to be troubled in anyway or anything in the world. He was softly humming to himself, a song he had just heard some other kids on the playground sing.
A black shirt, which was actually far to large for him, hang a bit slouched around his frame, making him look even smaller than he already was. The excess length of his shirt had been half-folded half-rolled up and tucked into his shorts, although it somehow didn't seem to make him look any thicker. His dark orange shorts were held together by a cheap, worn down belt. Obviously its only purpose was to prevent the short from gliding from the boy's small waist and making sure the shirt didn't get out of them.
Even though his clothes looked old, and far too big for the blond, he seemed to take care of them as good as possible. One could easily see, that at the right side of his black shirt, there had obviously been a large rip in his shirt. This had been sewed up with what suspiciously looked like an old wire. Anyone with at least a little understanding of sewing, would see, that whoever had done this, his or her skill sucked.
All in all, the boy looked just like a normal boy. Alright, maybe not a perfect normal boy. A normal orphan perhaps.
There was only one exception.
One difference between him and any other child that changed his whole life.
These were the three whisker-like lines marked on each of his cheeks.
They were his marks.
His curse.
As soon as villagers would notice the whisker-like marks, they would take a large step around him.
As soon as people would notice the whisker-like marks, people would glare at him or look away, as if they had seen something disgusting.
As soon as some other people noticed his whisker marks, they would take some quick steps out of his way. They would be looking nervous or afraid, as if the boy could attack them any moment if they would walk in front of him.
Here and there whispers were heard but most of them were so soft that they sounded just like hisses. Only once, the boy shifted his eyes to a lady who had whispered a little louder than the rest. Said lady had been shocked when her own brown eyes had locked with two large sad blue eyes.
They had stared at her, as if they were asking her why she had just said what she had. As soon as the sadness had appeared it was gone and the boy's normal happy smile was on his face again. It happened so quick that the woman wondered if it had just been her imagination or if the boy had really looked so sad as he had.
'He couldn't have picked that up, could he?' Without realising she had just used ' he' instead of 'monster', to which she normally referred him.
The woman just shook the feeling off and greeted a friend whom she had decided to meet with. Unknown to her, that same night, she would be held awake by doubts that suddenly would resurface.
However, it was not like the boy would get this kind of reactions from everyone. Most of the other civilians simply ignored him as if he was nothing but thin air. The younger generation didn't seem to care about him. But still the boy showed no reaction to any of this.
Most parents seemed to keep their younger children away from the boy, standing between their children and the passing boy. Later telling them not to come near that 'bad boy' in the future. Still the boy didn't seem to be affected by any of this.
Neither did he react to the change in the atmosphere he somehow caused, as he continued walking with the same smile on his face. He just continued walking, and started humming a bit louder, and changed to another song he had heard the other day. This seemed to annoy some other people only more as he passed them and here and there some real annoyed people would 'accidentally' kick or throw a small rock in his direction. But they never reached their target.
As soon as the boy had passed out view, the civilians seemed to forget about him immediately. They would just continue with their daily business, most of them talking excitedly about some kind of festival.
As the boy walked on and turned around some corners, the streets got less and less crowded and the buildings became older and more worn down.
To the right, down the street, into an ally and turning right around a corner once again, then to the left and the boy would be soon at his apartment. He would be safe there.
The blond unconsciously started to walk a bit faster, although one wouldn't notice it if they were following him. He continued humming and his smile widened when he saw a familiar building appear down on his right, down the street. Once he arrived at the old building, he opened the big wooden door and walked in, happily greeting a man, who only gave him a glare in response and headed for the stairs. The boy got into a jogging-like pace as he started running up the stairs, trying not to trip on his oversized black sandals.
Once he was at the upper level of the building he was only panting slightly, meaning the boy had quite a good stamina for his age. Most likely he had climb the stairs every day. The boy scanned the door of the only apartment situated on the upper level of the estate. Noting that he couldn't say anything that had changed he reached out for the doorknob.
The door was still locked. Good.
The boy let out a small, relieved sigh and searched into his pocket, looking for a key. The boy gave a quick glance at the graffiti on the walls next to the door, ignoring the text. He grinned when he saw what kind of paint it was, knowing that it would get off in no time. It was not like it was the first time.
Actually quite the opposite, the boy could nearly be called a paint-cleaning expert, knowing what way to clean certain types of paint the quickest. So boy didn't really mind the graffiti, as long as they didn't destroy his apartment he was fine with it. They, being the villagers who disliked him to a certain degree.
Scanning the graffiti for a second time he recognized the type of paint that was used. There was a small group of older boy who would try to dare each other to do things like this all the time. They had done it once when they had thought he was asleep, but he had actually been watching from the roof of the building on the other side of the narrow street.
He would mistake the noise for a mob and hide there, hoping they wouldn't notice the black cord running from his apartment to the other building.
It kind of hurt seeing them do it, laughing, while he was watching from a distance. He would just wait till they were gone. He hadn't taken long to realise that not interfering with these kind of things was the best. It would only get him into trouble if he did, since they would get their parents. Things could get ugly that way… Parents, the boy knew, where very protective. And children… could make up the hugest lies if they wanted.
He forced the following thoughts out of his head and put his key in the lock of the door.
He opened the door and entered the apartment. As soon as the door closed behind him, his happy smile slowly dropped. The whiskered boy didn't make any attempt to shout "I'm home!" like many people would. There was no need, because no one would answer.
Glancing around he was happy to see that nobody had been inside, since they always could break in through the window on the other side. The living room was quite bare, missing the touch of a woman, mother… or parents at all. The room, although bare, was somehow a complete mess. The fact that the room was small didn't help either. The boy though, didn't seem bothered by it at all as he walked through the piles, picking stuff up so easily, that one would think that he knew exactly were everything was.
He stepped over a big empty box, that the boy had dubbed the 'box of fantasy', from a program he had heard kids talk about once. He had tried once, but it hadn't worked.
Stupid box.
Making sure not to step on anything else, the boy entered his kitchen. His grumbling stomach told the boy that it was dinnertime. Obeying, the boy looked at the clock, nodded, and pushed a chair towards the counter.
He climbed on the chair, keeping his balance the best he could, and opened his cupboards. His eyes went over the different cups of instant ramen with a smile and took three cups out of the cupboard before placing them on the table, which nearly filled the whole kitchen. He reached for the water boiler who stood in the corner of the counter.
The boy stared at the water as it started boiling, fascinated by the process. When the little light stopped glowing he carefully took the boiler and filled the already opened cup. A smell of hot ramen filled the room and the boy smiled victoriously when he put the boiler back and took some wooden chopsticks out of a drawer. The boy took the hot ramen and, while being careful not to spoil anything, put it on the small table. Satisfied the boy pushed the chair back to the table, were it belonged, and crept on it. He moved up, sitting on his knees, so he could reach the ramen more comfortable, with his smaller arms.
"Itadakimasu" he mumbled to himself, like Old Man had once told him to do before eating a meal. The boy smiled at the memory of the old man taking him for dinner by a ramen stand, called Ichiraku, which was now one of his most favourite places. The boy hoped the Old Man would take him tomorrow again.
It had been a day before his birt- He shook his head, knowing that this would lead to unpleasant thoughts.
Instead he happily repeated the word, and started eating. He smiled with every bite he took and seemed to try to enjoy every taste so much, that it looked as if he thought it would be his last. When finished with he took the next cup, and another, and secretly another one. Stating that he would need the energy.
When he was finished he cleaned up, took a shower, changed into his night clothing and locked his door and checked all his windows. Once he was finished and satisfied with the fact that they really were locked, he climbed into his bed. Taking his stuffed toad in to his arm, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep to come.
Tomorrow would be a difficult day and he would need his rest.
Finally, when it was totally dark, Uzumaki Naruto finally got to sleep.
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"Get him! Don't let him escape this time!"
Naruto started running harder when he heard the shout. Which probably meant that they had spotted him and were coming closer. Tears formed into his eyes. He was running as hard as he could and his lungs were burning for more oxygen. He panted harder as he turned around a corner into an ally, hoping to shake them off. His eyes darted around, looking for any way of escape.
Naruto quickly half-climbed, half-jumped onto a container when his eyes spotted a ladder that would bring him to an upper level. People never really looked up much. A trick the boy had learned from experience. And that was exactly what he needed. A place to hide was now his priority.
Standing on the edge of the container, Naruto desperately jumped towards the ladder, grabbed onto it and tried pull himself up. Unfortunately for the boy, luck didn't seem to be on his side that day as the rain had made the steel slippery. The ladder slipped out of his hands and Naruto fell back down. He groaned as he landed hard into another open container, just situated under the ladder. Tears leaked out of his eyes, not being able to hold them back any longer.
"To the left! He went left!" A slurred voice cried to the other.
He tried to dig himself under the rubbish with the last seconds he had, and then remaining as silent as possible. He started breathing slower and pushed his hand over his mouth as to prevent them from hearing his breath.
He listened as the sound of shoes hitting the pavement came closer and he knew they could be turning the corner any moment.
He closed his eyes as he heard the footsteps coming closer and closer… eventually passing the container. After which seemed hours, but were in reality just thirty seconds, the drunk voices were gone. The boy sighed of relief, but didn't climb out yet. There was still the possibility that they would spot him. Ten minutes had passed when he finally dared to climb out of the container. He hated when things like this happened.
It was scary, and painful.
And made him feel hated… even more hated than he already was.
Luckily it didn't happen that often.
Most people didn't even dare to get into his range, preferring to ignore him instead. This didn't mean that being ignored didn't hurt though. Actually it hurt Naruto more than the beatings. Being seen as nothing but air cut him right through his heart. It really made him feel worthless, and especially alone. Being beaten was horrible, but in a way it also gave him a little bit of acknowledgement.. He himself even guessed way of thinking was not something you should have. It made him feel guilty towards the old man. The old man would sad if he would ever find out that he thought like that.
He sighed as he pulled a banana out of his hair.
These drunk were not really that dangerous. He knew that there were some times that ninja would appear and take them out. They wouldn't explain anything to him though.
"Why?" the boy whispered looking at the ground.
Tears started to form in his eyes. As soon as he noticed a tear falling on the pavement, he gritted his teeth in frustration. He had told himself not to cry anymore. It wouldn't chance anyth-
"Wandering around demon?"
Naruto knew that when the word 'demon' was used in his presence, it meant trouble. The boy yelped and turned around. He stared at a man, sitting on the container he had just hid in. A creepy smile formed on the man his lips. "What did I scare you? Not so tough in a child body, aren't you?" A dangerous glint appeared in the fake-happy eyes of the man. "Don't worry, you will be rid of it soon enough." As he gave a soft evil laugh.
Naruto had never really met someone who wanted to kill him yet. Beatings? Yes. Cursing? Yes, even a lot. But killing? Never. As a child he had always thought that killing was bad and that people didn't do that. Only bad man would kill, and so only these bad man should be killed too. And Naruto had never done anything bad. Even the Old Man had told him he was a good boy. So with the logic of a child he never expected them to try, because he didn't really think of them as bad people either. Stupid? Yes. Mean? Yes. Did he hate them? A bit… So dislike would be a better word.
So even without knowing what to expect from the man. Naruto could feel the killer intent directed at him. Having experience with killing intent before, he knew what it meant. Trouble.
The man stared at him, most likely considering what to do. His dark grey eyes flickered towards the rooftops as if he had spotted someone. His short black hair seemed to be moving with the wind, even though there wasn't any in the ally. His pale skin made him stand out even more in the dark, giving him a creepy atmosphere. The man gave one last glance at the roofs of the buildings and then grinned. Naruto decided it was more a sneer than a grin.
His eyes then noticed the jacket the man wore. It was a ninja jacket, he recognized.
Shit. The man was a ninja.
He felt his stomach turn as the man stared at him. He knew what was going to happen… His eyes widened with fear as he already started walking backwards.
"Run."
And Naruto ran.
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Blood. Blood flowed over his hands as he clutched his abandon. Blood was everywhere. Another hard kick sent him flying against another tree. Little black dots flew for his eyes as he lost his focus on his surroundings. The only thing he could do was taking a large breath before he was kicked again, with a another chakra-enhanced leg, against another tree. A loud and disgusting sound was heard from the impact of flesh and a small gasp as Naruto's air was kicked out of him once again. Tears streamed over his cheeks because of what had happened the last ten minutes. He clenched his belly by the thoughts. He tried to block out his memories of only ten minutes ago, but they were already flashing in front of his eyes.
Never had Naruto ran so long and so hard. Never had he been hiding as good as he had. Never had he used so many tricks to shake the ninja of. But even doing the best he had ever done, had not been good enough to hide from a real, trained and experienced ninja.
Why had no other ninja come to help him?
Naruto had run as far as he could, even going to the forest where he knew people normally would stop following him. He hadn't taken in account, that those people had mostly been villagers, who didn't want to take the effort by taking hours to find the little demon brat, thinking that they would just simply take him another time. The ninja though, had decided to stop the cat and mouse game as soon as Naruto had stepped onto the soft grass in some clearing, which was situated in the middle of the forest.
Now Naruto was lying on the ground against a tree, the roots uncomfortably pushing in his back. He curled back into a ball, trying to hide from reality. Although he secretly knew that it wouldn't protect him, it was the closest escape the boy had at the moment. He was close to dying and he knew it. His head was throbbing and he saw his vision blurring to a dangerous degree.
'Is this how it is going to end?' he asked himself. Strangely the boy found himself not as afraid as he thought he would. Still… The boy cried in his head. 'I don't want to die!'
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The ninja sneered. The demon was being pathetic. Was this the great Kyuubi? The demon, that had killed his wife, kids and whole family? That thing was acting like a normal boy!
'Could it be tha-…'
No. The man immediately kicked himself in his mind. 'This is what it is trying to do. It's a trap! Yes a trap. But that won't work. No, I will be sure of that."
He had to act now, before the demon would play other tricks with his mind.
He started chuckling madly and softly to himself.
Finally after all these years of loneliness, thoughts of revenge, and stress the man had gone crazy.
Meanwhile Naruto began to wonder why the man had stopped attacking. Pushing the last bit of his courage together, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. Only to be grabbed by his collar of his shirt and slammed into the tree, causing the boy to cough up a little of blood. His whole body ached and screamed in protest. He felt his mind leaning to unconscious.
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In an old corridor, all that could be heard was a low loud snoring. With the exception of an occasional sound of dripping water, everything seemed peaceful.
The walls were old and dirty. Sometimes, you would see a little crack appear, adding to the rest of the damage on the wall. Only to slowly fade away again. Following the snoring down the corridor, the snoring got louder and louder.
Turning around corners, down more halls, it gave the worn out corridor the impression of a maze. Then without any warning, the hallway suddenly ended, giving space fore a huge, and then I really mean huge, cage. The door of the cage was as big as the room, separating them into two. The ceiling couldn't be seen, but instead disappeared into the darkness. Who knew how high the ceiling would be. The door from steel consisted of large thick ugly bars, that had the width of a tree. All that kept the massive tall doors together was a small peace of paper, with the kanji of seal on it.
Inside the cage it was dark. The only evidence of existence would be a small line of red glowing substance slipping out of the cage, towards the cracks, which too seemed to scar the walls of this room. Over time the cracks seemed to appear faster and faster. In response the small line of red substance became thicker. The snoring seemed to slow down, and some smacking interrupted the rhythm sometimes, until the snoring completely stopped.
"Ah… two more min-" the prisoner stopped his sentence before opening his eyes. Two massive red eyes radiated in the darkness. They looked thoughtfully as he sniffed around and inspected the walls. His eyes then fell on to the tread that already got the thickness of a human arm. The eyes narrowed and then thoughtfully closed, thinking. After about ten seconds they snapped open again. A low growl erupted from the beings throat.
" Stupid brat! For once I take a little nap and you start killing yourself already!"
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Naruto couldn't really follow what was going on anymore. The grips on his collar got stronger and he gasped to get enough air. The man stared at him with a sick grin on his face. His eyes wide an crazy. The man had gone crazy, Naruto realized. Because of him. He tried to focus on the man, but his mind wouldn't cooperate.
"Stop this immediately!" was shouted, but somehow Naruto couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed distant.
Naruto's eyes widened as he felt a pain erupting in his stomach. He coughed up blood, which spat in the face of his murderer.
He cried out and wanted to close his eyes, but instead forced himself to look at his attacker.
Sad, scared, pained blue met crazy and pained grey.
'Why?' Naruto screamed to the man in his mind, not having the power to do so aloud. 'What have I done to you!'
Then as if suddenly something clicked in the ninja his mind, he gasped. His eyes became shocked, full of disbelieve and sadness. They slowly moved from the blue eyes down, starting to thrill more and more. They followed the source of wetness on his hand. All he could do was gasp, as if he had just found out his hand into the boy his stomach with a kunai and didn't know that he had. His hand started shaking with regret. Blood streamed out of the wound, covering the other marks on the boy his stomach with red liquid.
Naruto coughed up more blood and his breathing started to become even shorter and sharper. He gasped for more air but he couldn't get it. His body was having a panic attack because of all the sudden damage it had received. Although it was quite used to handling pain, it had never had any experience with serious damage to this extent.
More blood flowed out of Naruto's mouth and over his chin. His head throbbed and swayed. He felt his whole body going numb, taking the pain away. His eyes rolled over, although he desperately tried to keep open. But it was no help, as the boy slowly slipped into the welcoming darkness, guiding him away from the light.
"I'm sorry" He heard the man whisper. It was distant, and Naruto slowly felt himself peaceful and although he couldn't forgive the ninja completely, he took the words of the man to heart. He had never heard someone said that to him before, with exception from the Old man. Even when he knew the man had killed him, he also knew he had regretted it. Naruto felt like he understood a little bit, the pain, the loneliness. Somehow he felt that the man had been just drowned into the darkness for a long time, just to find the last glimpse of light again, before it might have been to late.
Then he slipped into the darkness.
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The ninja stared in horror at the glazed eyes of the boy and gritted his teeth. He was a horrible person. He would deserve to be in hell.
"I'm so sorry." He said once again, hoarser this time, and closed his eyes, giving himself over to his fate. Which he knew he deserved.
"Sorry…" was his last word.
A sickening sound erupted when a kunai struck the ninja in the back of his head and ended his life.
"Naruto!"
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Naruto didn't know where he was. He was hovering in the air, in the darkness. He didn't want to die, but with how peaceful he felt at the moment, dying might not be that bad. But even with that thought he felt restlessness inside of him. Naruto was a survivor by nature, and wouldn't give in to death so easily. So he tried to fight it, even although he didn't know how.
"Maybe you have some guts after all, stupid brat. But let's head straight to business. There is no way I would let you die like this kit! I will not die such a pathetic death! Or any other death in my opinion." a growling-like voice erupted the silence. Naruto swirled around, looking for the source of the voice. He didn't like it when he didn't know what was going on around him.
"Who's there?" The sound of his voice replied back, and an echo repeating it. The tenseness in his voice could be heard clearly
" Calm down brat. I am not, or actually, cannot be your enemy in these current circumstances. We are in this together. We have a big problem, since we are both dying. You received the kunai straight in the seal. The seal has been broken, and is killing us both at the moment. For who I am, that doesn't matter now. I simply cannot rebuilt the seal from the inside out without you. You do want to live right?" Spoke the voice with irritation and even some despise.
Naruto caught on quickly onto the hidden meaning.
"You want to save us?" He said a bit unbelievable.
Naruto automatically crossed his arms in front of his head as a burst of wind blew him back a couple of meters.
" Of course, little brat! Now, all you have to do is accept the chakra I will send you for us to survive. But be prepared. This might hurt a little…"
In the darkness a tendril-like red glowing substance-like light reached for Naruto. He looked at it in wonder and even with a little fear. He had no idea of what was going on. But he knew from himself that he was a survivor, and that he still wanted to live. He wanted to find some real precious people. He had so many dreams. He wanted to be acknowledged. He wanted to become Hokage so that he could show everyone he wa-
"This is not the time for daydreaming stupid brat! We are dying over here! Accept it already!" The voice sounded like it was in pain, and accompanied with killing intent, the message very clear. 'Hurry up!' For a moment Naruto was frozen because of the shear amount of killing intent upon him. Then as quickly as it appeared it was gone. All that was left was a low warning growl. He noticed the red glow reaching for him once again. He weighted the couple advantages and disadvantages. Actually they were very simple.
Advantage: Live ('Can't really argue about that one')
Disadvantage: Have a little pain ('Well what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? That's what old man always says.')
So the decision was made very easily. Naruto gulped and closed his eyes, calming himself down. ' Accept it, just accept it already. Just-" His thoughts were cut of when a pain erupted inside of him. He felt like he was on fire and burned alive. He gritted his teeth as he rolled into a small ball, grasping his legs to try to keep the pain out.
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"What is going on? Damn, that seal is worse off than I thought. I guess I have no choice but to do that. You better do not misuse the gift kit, or I will personally haunt you for eternity. And I will tell you that's a loooong time"
All Naruto could do was nod and scream. He hoped that the pain would lessen soo-. His eyes opened by the pain, and widened as he saw a blast of bright green and white chakra coming to him at high speed.
"Don't die kit" was the last piece of advice before hell really began.
'Hey! You never said anything about dy-'
The blast struck its target. All Naruto could do was scream out as the pain became even worse, not being able to hold his screams in any longer. His body straightened by the shock and is hands reached for his head. This was unbelievable.
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It felt as if years had passed, when the pain finally stopped. Naruto let a small, relieved sight escape from his mouth as he went numb. All he could and wanted to do was go to sleep. Darkness was all that remained.
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"That was far to close. That stupid Gaki is far to weak." The deep annoyed beast stated, as it glared at its jailor, who was currently floating in the water in front of its cage.
If the beast had wanted it, it could smash the boy into nothingness, but it knew that it would only hurt himself. Years of studying its cage and conditions had taught him that. It took a look at the remains of the seal.
Whereas the seal had first been separated, burnt and with some parts found drifting in the water it was now complete. 'However' it thought a little worried, 'I couldn't repair it totally.' It looked at the big slash in the middle of the seal. That was out of its limit, since it controlled its powers and such. Only a fool would have made a seal that could be changed from the inside out. And the Yondaime wasn't a fool by any means. The beast couldn't help but have a little, and than I really mean a very little, respect for the man. That of course didn't mean it didn't still dislike the man.
"Stupid Apemonkey" it growled.
The beast tried to stand up and stretch, but found out that it had difficulty with standing up. A growl-like groan erupted from the beast its throat.
"Urg… That stupid brat took more energy than I thought. I might just have to sleep for a little while." Murmured the big fox as he lay back down, and closed its eyes.
"I better don't find you in danger again when I wake up" it warned before it took its well-deserved nap.
Although it knew that the boy was not able to hear it.
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He croakily opened his eyes. His head was swaying and throbbing. He found out that he wasn't even able to open his eyes. So he just lay there, resting. He was happy with the fact that the pain was finally over. The only thing that was left was dumbness, a little ache (alright, a very big ache, but that was nearly nothing compared what he had felt before) and throbbing.
'Stupid… ah whatever, whoever he is. Dying wasn't even close with how much pain that did!'
Naruto winched by his own outburst in his mind, reminding himself that the headache was a little bit bigger than he thought. 'Maybe I should just sleep for a bit. Yeah that doesn't sound so bad."
And so Naruto got to sleep, as simple as that.
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Naruto didn't know how much time had passes, but he was slowly waking up because of some voices.
"Hey look, it's a child! What is he doing here?" said someone. Naruto didn't know who the boy was, but he didn't sound that old. A teenager maybe? Great that was just what he needed.
'Urgh.. still to tired. Have to go back to sleep.' Was all he thought, as he tried to ignore the voices.
"I have no idea, but he isn't death yet. He's still attached to his body." That was certainly the voice of a girl.
"What do you think happened to him? I bet he trained himself to death." A loud whack could be heard.
"Stupid! Look at his wounds! There is no way someone could do something to himself. Are that burns?"
"Itai! That hurts"
"Good it was supposed to hurt"
"You are so mean R-" Whack!
"Don't –chan me when you just said something stupid."
"Why not, It was just a joke! Anyway you know I don't know anything about medical stuff!"
"Whatever. But still, he is just a child. Even if he was training, how could he get in such condition?"
Naruto twitched as he listened to the argument between the boy and the girl. He wondered why they didn't know that he was the 'demon brat'. Everyone knew him like that. Naruto groaned in his mind. He was getting interested and couldn't ignore them anymore. They were most likely, by the sound of it, standing next to him, and they were loud. Too loud for Naruto's liking at the moment.
The two voices continued to argue and slowly was Naruto losing his patience. Although he had to admit that he was also quite interested into what they were talking about. 'What did she mean with I'm not still attached to my body?'
Giving up on going back to sleep and secretly curious about who were talking so loudly about him, he slowly opened his eyes.
He groaned in annoyance as the moonlight fell directly into his eyes. The argument of the girl and the boy immediately stopped by the sound of his voice.
"Hey, look the boy is waking up"
"I have eyes too you know, besides it's not like he will see us or something."
Naruto blinked as he tried to regain his focus. His vision was still blurry, but it would do for now. He focused on the direction of the voices, which was… directly above him.
He shifted his eyes and saw the shadows of two teenagers hovering over him.
"Who are you people?" he whispered hoarsely, unable to say anything louder or harder.
"Ugh… I think he can" was the only reply he got from the boy, as he and the girl looked at him in shock.
"What is going on?"
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A/N (Please read!)
Finally! It's out of my head! Yay! So do you like it so far?
Who are the teenagers that found Naruto?
What did the girl mean with still being attached to his body?
So many questions! :D
So few answers D:
To tell you the truth… this was actually just a try-out. So I don't know if I will continue yet.
But please do let me know what you think of it till now. ;) Spend a quick 40 seconds, and you made me really happy.
So Please Review! ^^
And thanks for reading!
Sjezza
p.s. Happy Nearly X-mas everyone!
p.p.s If you have any suggestions for the story, just review. I will take a look at it!
p.p.s. For the ones who already read this once and got a alert. Sorry I changed some mistakes.