Disclaimer: Naruto is the work of Masashi Kishimoto.
Song Inspiration: When It Rains – Paramore
AN: A short one-shot for the series Naruto, based on the events that took place slightly after the saving Sasuke arc. This fanfiction is written through the main character's Naruto's point of view. Have fun reading, reviews are welcome.
Idolized Perfection
The farther the distance you had begun to tread into the unknown realm, the memories shared between us both faintly fade before my eyes and all that's left is that one worded question I can't get out of my head, why?
From what I could see, to go to such great risks, achieving power for personal gain of the wishes made origin in the past scarring you deeply. But tell me this once, how could you do it?
You were wounded, bitter and harsh. The coolness omitted in your eyes, the piercing ferocity in that gaze lingers toward the horizon, daylight's beams breaking the shrouding curtain covering the skyline, matching those of mine; living through this bittersweet life.
Jealousy filled me from out of the core of my heart, how everyone admired your strength, your pride, every aspect of you. Those warm words I'd longed to hear for myself so selfishly, silently in the depths of my darkness, they were aimed at you who received them so easily, I believed them and somehow, still do.
Built trust soon afterwards, thus, forming promise and hope. A mocking smirk replaced your usual somber glare. The flaming soul rose and emitted forth, beginning with mere flickers and soon shooting sparks, raging and burning, twisting within, bottled up inside my chest. A brotherhood formed in our hearts, cold and confused; like a spider's web, strong and firm, stable against the vicious of winds blowing. But was it really?
And all this time, you decided to leave, your backside turned to us, to me. Was this your final choice? Venturing into that dark hole, I stretch out my hand to you to take you back home. You utterly reject me, with a lustful gleam of madness, the poison fed, seeping through your blood veins, eating at your soul alive by him. That look in your eyes, it wasn't yours. I knew that in front of me, that wasn't the person I admired.
I had to stop you, you were falling right into his trap, set to lure and tempt your so called purpose.
But I couldn't.
I failed. And I'm sorry, but I'm not about to give up on you now.
White envelopes me into a tightening embrace, the only thing I could see. Vows that were made now appear to be just pointless words sprout from the mouth of a twelve year old boy. Tears flow down and they don't stop.
And all that's left is that one worded question I can't get out of my head, why?