Uhhyea. Disclaimer: laldeedadeeda i dun own naruto alalala....... && REVIEW, Y'ALL ;D
I'm seriously on a roll today XD
Well anyways, this is my take on how Naruto would react if Iruka died.I'
It can take place at any setting- Pre-Shippudden, Post-Shippuuden, or, hell, even with the current manga.
It's pretty much up to you && your imagination :)
I'll warn you now, though. This IS a tear jerker, so... yea. :X
No.
No.
This wasn't real.
It couldn't be real.
There was no way this had actually happened.
But it had.
Gray drops of rain slithered through his soggy blonde hair, plastering his bangs to his creased forehead. In his hand he clenched his headband, which was a symbol of who he was and of what he did. Between his other fingers rested a chain with a tag, which was a symbol of who he had lost.
His chapped lips pulled back over his gritted teeth, a mixture of tears and rain washing away the blood and dirt off his face. His heart ached and his stomach churned, sick at the thought of his sensei dying. His fists clenched tighter around the two objects, his stoic complection now shattering. His lips began to quiver and he fell to his knees, the blood-stained mud in which he fell in splattering around him.
He dropped his headband in the mud, throwing his hands to his face and screaming in pain. He choked out sobs and blazenly shook off a hand off his shoulder, screaming at the person to just go away. His stomach knotted and he keeled over, face and hands submerged in the mud. His body quivered and he felt his lunch backing up his burning throat.
No.
It wasn't true.
They were lying.
He wasn't dead.
He hadn't died from protecting him.
It was all a dream.
A nightmare.
His theory was proven wrong as a sensation of pain and nausea waved over him, causing him to retch violently on the ground. His blood-shot eyes weakly glanced down at the ground, arms about to give in. Colours and people seemed to blur in front of his eyes and it seemed he was falling in an endless black abyss. He couldn't escape from this twistedly painful reality.
"Please," He pleaded to no one, his face flushed with tears, "Please not him. Anyone else but him."
Nothing changed; the casket was still being lowered into the grave that had been dug out, the bloodied chain still being clenched in his grip.
"PLEASE!" He screamed, his voice cracking, "PLEASE NO! NOT MY IRUKA-SENSEI!"
Everything grew quiet around him. All of the people who had once been crying or simply paying their respects to the man now paused to stare blankly at Naruto. He felt the eyes on him and he hiccuped, lurching from his crouched position and stumbling into a dead run.
He had to escape.
He had to runaway.
He had to find Iruka and tell him about this blasphemy. These lies and make-believe.
He wasn't dead, and he was going to prove it to himself.
As he ran, flashbacks of himself when he was younger in this same position swam through his mind, causing his stomach to churn once again. Just a few years back, he had been running like he was now; tears pouring down his face, eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the rest of the world and find somewhere peaceful. He stumbled and fell, spilling down hard on his stomach with his hands stretched out in front of him, desperately trying to pull him the rest of the way.
But he lost all feeling in his arms, a chilly numbness over-coming him. So he lay there, confined to his misery, watching helplessly as Iruka-sensei slipped further and further away from him.
Little by little, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he completely slipped away from reality. And in his dreams, he and Iruka were together in complete serenity, talking over a bowl of ramen. The man leaned over, giving Naruto a stern clap on the back and announcing:
"I'm so proud of you, Naruto."