"Your friends, they, we risked our lives to bring you back!"
"Good for them then, I never asked them to!"
Naruto groaned and leaned back into his pillow, looking out the window in his hospital room. For the first time in years he felt like giving up, like throwing everything away.
Nothing he had done as a genin had mattered; the village still hated him, his best friend had abandoned him after they nearly killed each other… and Sakura…
He twisted the bed sheets and grit his teeth just thinking about it. The worst part was that even with the Kyuubi sealed in him the wounds he received would take some time to heal, so he was left in the hospital with nothing to do but brood and think about how he had failed everyone.
"There is one man I want to kill"
Was killing Itachi so important that Sasuke had to throw his life away? That he had to throw away his friends, his clan, and everything else in life?
Naruto looked outside the window again and stared at the hokage monument, the hokages faces looming over the village. Naruto groaned again and twisted and turned in the bed trying to get the depressing thoughts out of his head.
"You couldn't even do this one thing right!? You couldn't even bring back your friend?!"
That was it. Naruto shot up and briskly got out of bed opening the window and heading to his apartment across the rooftops making sure nobody saw him.
He clenched his fists as he heard the villagers below talk the latest gossip, it was of course that the demon child had driven away the Uchiha, some disagreed saying the Uchiha were always power hungry but others always brought up the same damn thing.
He was on the same team as the demon; obviously something like this was waiting to happen.
Sliding open the dilapidated window into his apartment Naruto looked around. As always his apartment was a mess; ramen cups were strewn across the dining room/kitchen, his sink was filled to the brim with dishes, and laundry was lying around the room haphazardly.
Naruto went to his bedroom which was in a similar state, heading to his closet he opened it up to grab something to wear.
Once the 3 orange outfits in his closet would have excited him, would have made him smile slightly at the bright and obnoxiously cheerful color. Now it only served as fuel for his anger, at Sasuke, at Kakashi, but most of all at himself for never working hard enough.
He never trained the same amounts Sasuke did and it showed. The closest thing to the Uchiha's never ending training was his month with Jiraiya, and he still complained about it. Naruto clenched his fist, the only reason why he ever won a fight nowadays was because of the Kyuubi, at least Sasuke managed to win a fight without using his Sharingan occasionally
"Naruto! Let's end this in one last move! You against me!"
A flash of light and then blistering pain.
Naruto screamed and drew a kunai and slashed at the jumpsuits tearing them to pieces and tearing at the fabric, once worth twice their weight in gold to him, now they were only causing him pain.
Naruto caught a hold of himself just as he was about to plunge the kunai into the wall. He stopped and just knelt there, breathing heavily and his mind racing.
The other clothes he had was a semi-transparent, Konoha chainmesh shirt; a gift from Iruka. A pair of torn grey sweat pants; Naruto didn't even know where he got those, and some black t-shirts he wore under the suits. He'd have to get a better wardrobe at some point, for now however this would do.
He tore off the hospital gown he was in and slipped on the pants, before putting on the chainmesh and then the black t-shirt. Naruto cursed when he realized chainmesh shirt was a long sleeve and the chain poked out longer than the black shirt but he sighed and left the closet.
He then turned to the window he'd entered by and locked it before leaving out the front door, he'd return to the rooftops once he was outside his building.
Naruto thought about what he was doing, he shouldn't leave Konoha with the akatsuki out and about, and he wouldn't get any training outside of his home ninja village.
But at the same time he couldn't stay either, he felt like the village walls were becoming more and more oppressive, the memories that once brought a smile to his face now only made him feel worse, and at this point only a handful of people actually cared about his well-being rather than the Kyuubi.
Getting out of the village would be easy but staying out would be difficult, but at this point had almost nothing left to lose, he turned at looked at the dilapidated building that used to be his home.
"Goodbye everyone..."