Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto for it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I don't own 13 Reasons Why by, Jay Asher(own a copy of book). I own this remix of the book(my version). I own this Naruto Style and my way to the story.

Summary: 11 boys, 13 reasons, 1 death. Each holding a reason why she committed suicide, and its their turn to discover the pain she felt. Through dark nights, they leave their fears behind, and slowly discover and unravel her horrifying past. Holding their last breath, its up to then to face it...headstrong.

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The Dark Truth

Prologue

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Sauske Uchiha

"Gentlemen," The lady said again. "When do you wish the package to get there?"

We all look at each other. What were we to do? She told us to send it to next person on her list... then what? Happens once they get it? I clear my throat. The guys either grunt or scratch their heads. My brother is rubbing his neck. "It doesn't matter when," We said at the same time.

She takes the package from the counter. The same box that was on me and Itachi's front porch days ago. It was covered in duck tape, and orange paper. Almost as close to how we found it. Now the package had a different name on it. The next on Sakura Haruno's list.

"Bakers dozen," Shikamaru mumbles. I know he feels disgusted right then and there. Those words really did hit home.

"I"m sorry young man?" The lady says looking at him.

He mumbles a 'nothing' and looks at his shoes.

"How much is it?" Gaara asked with a serious tone. She places the box on a pad, and taps numbers into the keyboard of the computer. I bet she's wondering why thirteen boys in High School are sending a package some where together... right before school... she doesn't need to know. The only one who do is the thirteen of us and Sakura... Haruno...

I take a sip of my Starbucks' coffee. I've been having allot of coffee lately... it's probably 'cause I've been up late with the guys. Neji looks at the screen. He takes out his wallet. As much as all of argued on paying for it, Neji just said he'd do it because it was the least he could do for her. It was enough said. He put the cash on the counter and looks for two quarters.

"There is one more bill, young man," She said again eyeing my drink. Hasn't she seen a boy drink coffee before?

Before Neji can get another buck, I give the lady a doller bill and she smiles. I want to smile back, but I can't. I don't think any of us can. Not now. Not after all of that. I don't think any of us can stay awake today. It's probably for the best. Staying half awake in school has help us get through the day... but now what? What are we to do? There is nothing to stay up late for now... not unless you think about her... maybe then we can stay up late again... maybe... but I know we can't.

"It might arrive tomorow... or tomorow afternoon or so," She tell us putting the package in a cart. We all nod. What are we to do? We were happy at first when we got the package... then... just after we heard everything our smiles went down. Arguements started. Crying began... that's wrong for us. Why? 'Cause we don't cry and we don't argue over a girl much... but for her... we will. "Boys?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Hm?"

"...What was that?"

"...Say what?"

"sorry... what?"

"Hn?"

"Aa?"

"Yeah?"

"Yes?"

"..."

"Lady?"

"Ma'am?"

She shakes her head at us... I guess everyone spaced out too... "Do you want the reciept, boys?"

We share our grunts and head shakes. A piece of paper is printed out though. She rips it out of the socket and crumples it into the trash can.

The only post office in town. We are in it. Sending the package again. I guess everyone fallowed what she said in the letters. Why did she do this though? Tell thirteen boys to get together and listen to one of the many sets of seven tapes in the box? Couldn't she just send it to one person one by one? Or was she thinking about how people would have to pay... she always did that. Thought of others. In the box their are five boxes each with a letter and seven taps... now we're sending the box again to the next group... how many tapes are in the next one? I wonder... did the others who got the package keep the reciepts? Did they keep it under their drawer for a week and switch off and hand it to the next person. Did they keep it as a remembrance?

I was about to say. I was about to ask. I was about to question. I was about to request. I was about to tell her. I was going to clear my throat and say, "Can we have the reciept ma'am?" Maybe we could do that... stop right there man. No we won't. We aren't going to do that... it's wrong.

Why? We can just copy the tapes and have the rembrance right there. We could of made copies of the maps. But we don't. Now were never going to hear those tapes again... but her voice... it will always be in our heads. The house, the streets, Fire High... will always be there. They will always be there to remind us. So, there was no point of saving the reciept. Then when we leave the package will be sent and we'll leave without the reciept.

Each time I take another sallow of coffee the hard it gets. The sour it gets. The taste doesn't seem good anymore. I just bought it too. What is wrong with me? The closer me and the guys are getting to school... the closer I think one of us is going to collaspe.

One of us collapse. That never happed before. Yet... this girl, she's making us doing things we never have done. She's made us cry. She's made us think of something other than what we usually do. She's made us argue over who's fault it is. She's made us laugh at when we want to cry. She's made us regrete like we never regreted before. She's made us... she's made us feel for a girl like we never felt for a girl for her. And yet... were to late now. She's gone. And it's partly our fault. My heart has never felt this way before.

Maybe Naruto will collapse before anyone else. or Kiba... they're both going to go down some how. Maybe one of them will be the one who will fall on the ivy sidewalk as we walk to school. Why? Because right beyond the ivy sidewalk is the front of the school parking lot. Then it cuts into the front of the school inside the building and more. Then there are the halls filled with news and bulitens and club suggestions. By them are the water fountains, doors, windows, and lockers. By the lockers are the classrooms. If you walk further down the the halls and reach room 109 you reach first period.

I'll enter that room with my best friend and rival. We'll take our seats and not speak. There is nothing to talk about. We'll wait for Kakashi-sensei to come to class... maybe hill be there early this time... probably not... He's always late, what do expect from the perv... She told Naruto, Shikamaru, and me once... I shake my head. I don't want to think of that. No. No way. Kakashi will get the package last and he'll have togather Sakura's other favorite teachers and they'll listen to it. Maybe they'll cry... Then in the middle row, the third desk. The very middle desk of the room will be empty like it was two weeks ago. Who's desk? Sakura Haruno's.

It will be empty.

No one will sit there.

No one will dare.

She's not coming back... Why?

Beacuse she killed herself weeks ago...
and for thirteen reasons... we were to blam...
she said herself too...
She died weeks ago 'cause of us...

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...to be continued...

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Hello ppl! This is just a story I wanted to write. Why? 'Cause the story 13 Reasons Why by, Jay Asher got to me! haha... I just began reading it and I had to write my own version... hey lets not forget Naruto Style right? lol... Any ways... this is only the intro the next chapter will be the real thing promise! Okay so tell me...

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