This is my first fanfic on here, I've never published anything. I don't know what to make of this, so if anyone could tell me what they think of it and give me pointers about things I could do to improve my work, that would be greatly appreciated. Happy reading!
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves?
Someone tell the heavens, I'm ready to escape! (You!)
This is not what I wanted, not what I need!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
I can't say the Devil made me do it.
I chose to be the one I am, the way I am today.
I wish there was, but there's no way around it.
In the end I made the choice, and will not die ashamed.
"So? How was it?" a boy with brown hair asked. The other he was addressing sat on the porch of his house drinking a coke. The one on the porch, a boy his same age, said, "Well I slept. Anything new there? That thing's boring as hell. Pun intended." the brown haired boy laughed.
"Kiba, is it true? You know, what they've been saying?" The boy suddenly asked, addressing the other, Kiba, seriously.
"What? What have people been saying?" replied Kiba, suddenly nervous and shifty, trying to avoid eye contact with his friend.
"Ah well, you know. The one about you being... uh, a fag?" He whispered the last word, afraid his mother would hear him.
Kiba gave him a look of complete and utter vulnerability. "Well, uh.. I mean.. what would you think of me if I was?"
The blond took his time looking at his best friend. He didn't want to say anything that would hurt him, he loved his best friend. Loved him just as he would have loved a brother. If he had one, Kiba would be it.
"Please, please! Don't hate me! I didn't mean to be like this I swear! I'm so, so sorry!" he began to sob. All the blond boy could do was walk up to his friend and hold him close. He let the boy sob on his shoulder. He might not understand what he was going through, but he could be there for him, especially when he knew no everyone else might not be.
School was rough for the next few days, they never really talked much, all Naruto could do was be there for Kiba whenever he could, stand up to some losers when they decided to pull something. All he did was think, and think.
Three years later...
"Naruto! Get up! That's rude!" The teen, addressed as Naruto, shook his head and stood from where he was resting during the Sunday mass. His mother, the one who woke him, took his fathers arm and led them out of the main hall and out into the parking lot.
The family got in their car, a white van, and started the short drive home. "So what do you guys want for dinner?" his mother asked. Minato, Naruto's father looked at him before saying, "Chicken, please? I'll pay." Kushina just shook her head and smiled. The calm Sunday breeze hitting them in the face from the open windows.
The drive home had been short, normal, simple. It was nothing new to any of the people in the car. It was the same routine they had fallowed for years. In the same medium sized town, same school, same friends. It was all the same. Like a frozen picture. Nothing moved, nothing changed, and the gossip repeated and no one had anything worthwhile to talk about. The same people held the same grudges, and had the same squabbles.
When they got home Naruto went to his room, got online, talked with some friends, and waited for dinner. When he went down for dinner, he sat down with his family, they talked about simple things. It was normal, nothing was out of place, everything was happy, homely, warm. When dinner was over Naruto went upstairs, sat on his bed and looked out the window.
"Why is everything so normal? Why doesn't it change?" he whispered out into the midnight air. his eyes began to droop closed and he began to snore softly as he began to drool on his desk.