Author: Feel Free To Improvise
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, no sir I don't… I wish I did though…
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"Ah alcohol, the motivation of all writers and artists alike," Uzumaki Naruto thought to himself with a sharp and shark grin, Naruto absently took a swig of his vodka mixed alcohol. It was about Seven in the morning, he'd done the same thing every single day, start drinking at 12 at night, until he eventually passed out (which was always about Three in the morning) then wake up at Seven in the morning and drink until Eight in the morning, then head off to the academy straight afterwords; he was always late to the academy.
Not that anybody cared anyways, hell, people of this village would probably take his alcoholic obsession to the max and try to assassinate him, accusing him of being possessed by the demon he harbored and kept the village safe from; not that they seemed to care anyways, they just wanted him dead and gone.
Hell, he mind as well grab a knife and end it himself right here, right now; just to get away from the ignorance and belligerence of the village. Shinobi and Civilians alike. Naruto hummed softly, his voice light as if he had not a care in the world, "That's not a half-bad idea." Naruto told himself with a grin and a giddy giggle. The villagers would probably have a party instead of a funeral after he died.
"What's not a half-bad idea, Uzumaki?" a heavy voice snarled behind him, whoever it was that was behind him was rather angry, Naruto wondered if the man was here to assassinate him like all the others who dared enter his home without permission.
Naruto turned around and grinned, showing off his abnormally long canines at the Anbu. There was a long pause. Naruto lifted up his hand –making the Anbu stiffen- and waved it dismissively at the Anbu, then grabbed his bottle of Vodka to take a direct sip from it, then add more into his orange juice, but before he could even get some into his mouth, the alcohol was ripped from his delicate cadaverous hands, and crushed in the hands of the mean and cruel –in Naruto's opinion- Anbu.
Naruto gasped, his steel grayish blue eyes widening, his pupils seemed to shrink, "Why would you do that!" Naruto yelled at the Anbu, pulling a Kunai out, ready to stab the one who crushed his only relief in this desiccate and beguiling world.
"Why would you do that?" Naruto yelled again with a snarl, his eyes tainting to a sickly bluish purple, like a bad bruise. He needed that, but this… this… THING, this worthless leaf Anbu had ruined that! Now he was a bottle short and was losing time, he had to be at the academy in about an hour!
Naruto started forward towards the unsuspecting Anbu who was caught off guard –He didn't expect the little demon to react so badly- the Anbu caught the wrist who tried to stab him –Thank god for his good reflexes- with an overly sharp –looked like the brat had a lot of free time on his hands- Kunai. The Anbu winched slightly when he felt something drive into his side, slicing upwards towards his ribcage, his blood spilling from his side and mixing with the spilled alcohol upon the ground, creating a pink hue spread across the small apartment.
The Anbu grabbed the hand that was tearing into his side with a large piece of glass, from the bottle, and threw the brat off him, making the kid slam into the ground and onto the broken shards of glass.
As soon as Naruto felt the shards tear into his arms, he let out a sharp yelp, the alcohol spreading over the rapidly bleeding wound, his blood, as well as the Anbu's mixing together, making his apartment smell like copper and Alcohol.
Naruto admitted to himself that he rather liked the tainted scent.
Naruto lay there on the ground for a few hours –It was actually a few minutes, but it felt like hours with the piercing silence between Naruto and the Anbu-
Finally Naruto sat up and crawled to he table that still harbored the last bit of alcohol, not including the last bit of alcohol he had hidden away, or the bloody concoction he dubbed the new and improved 'bloody marry', his mix drink.
Sitting on the floor in front of the table, Naruto lifted his heavenly drink and put it to his lips to take a –long- sip; maybe he could drown and die.
Naruto felt the drink enter his mouth, but never saw the Kunai fly from the Anbu's ands, until it shattered the glass cup, spilling the drink everywhere.
The second Naruto felt the glass 'explode' sending shards everywhere, his mind went blank and he almost started crying. Instead of crying he decided to take his anger out of the Anbu who decided to ruin his day, possibly his week.
Naruto turned towards the Anbu, only to find the man missing, the only thing that ever signified his presence was the blood on the ground and the little orange book he had dropped.
Naruto stood up and walked to his bathroom, being careful not to step on the 'razor' shards on the ground, a sudden flash of watching kids play a game where the ground is made of lava came to his mind.
Absently Naruto plucked the shards from his arms and dropped them into the sink, tainting the clean white into a pink and red. He wrapped bandages around his arm, being sure to make them right, but not too tight as to cut off circulation completely.
He glanced at the clock and saw that he was late for the academy, calmly he walked to his bedroom and grabbed the clothing he set out last-night, he had been drunk, winching in disgust at the bright orange jump suit; he then walked to his dresser and pulled a plain black tee-shirt and dark blue jeans from the drawer. After getting dressed he walked down the short hallway and entered the kitchen. Quickly he made some ramen, it wasn't as appealing as it was when he was drunk, and slowly ate it.
Naruto glanced at the clock, thirty minutes late for school; he yawned softly and walked to his refrigerator and opened it up to grab a new bottle of alcohol… maybe something stronger then the vodka… glancing inside he almost screamed. THAT BASTARD ANBU STOLE ALL HIS PRECIOUS ALCOHOL!
Letting out a frustrated growl he glanced at the clock, thirty-seven minutes late. He let out a whine and walked out of his apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him.