Darn it! I deleted this story by accident, now I have to repost...
This story exists only because someone requested a Kakashi story on a review. I think it turned out okay, but it's kind of pessimistic. Yes, I know that Naruto isn't lonely anymore, I meant more like how he grew up lonely, I just wasn't sure how to say that yet still have everything flow smoothly. I don't necessarily agree with most of the stuff I wrote, which made this even harder to write. I don't own Naruto or any characters...Please review when you are done!!
The intelligent, pink-headed lass with keen emerald eyes…. That solemn, yet deeply troubled kid with murky eyes swirling with thoughts of revenge, of sorrow…Even that hyper-active, yet dense blond with oceans full of hidden sorrow for eyes….All of them wonder about me, about my mask.
However, my mask isn't for them. My mask is for me, and me only. They must sense that there is a reason; after all, why hide something that doesn't need to be hidden? If I told them my story, my sorrow, they would only become closer to me, which would defeat the purpose of my mask.
We all have masks, just not all of us realize that they are using them. If we left our weak, human emotions out for anyone to take, to manipulate, to devastate, we wouldn't be able to truly call ourselves shinobi. Heck, just look at my team; Naruto replaces his feelings of loneliness and devastation with courage and enthusiasm, Sasuke's feelings of inferiority and resent appear to be confidence, while Sakura's vulnerability is covered up with inner strength. They think that no one notices. Maybe I notice their imperfections because they are reflections of ones I myself have….
Some might think that it is best to always be honest with people, always be honest with yourself. They are the ones that are mistaken. If a person knew all of your weaknesses or strengths, they could easily turn against you and defeat you. Where would you be then? You would just be another lost soul, unable to save yourself.
My mask exists to remind me to never let that happen. Yes, my mask is a constant physical reminder to never let someone get close to me; they will either betray me or depart from this life. Look what happened to Obito; I let him in, we became closer….But he already breathed his last breathe, didn't he? The pain of gaining a special comrade…..No, special friend…. only to lose them in the end…I can't survive that again. I won't let it happen again. If I don't allow myself to have any friends, I don't have to go through seeing their name on the KIA list.
If I let myself open up, I'm just making myself open for attacks. Why put yourself through that kind of pain if it is avoidable? Thus, my mask reminds me to never allow my other mask to slip, even for a second; that could mean someone catches a glimpse of my world of suffering.