Dedicated : silent thank you's, nicole, birthday wishes, and that little happy emotion.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
N0tes: this is a multi-chapter fic.
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Supernova
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We'd set this city ablaze. We'd watch the civilian's burn. We'd stare in wonder at the smoke in the sky, and we'd laugh out loud at the cries of the weak.
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Wicked schemer
When I was a little boy, my father told me that I was going to fail at life, he told me, no, he encouraged me to commit suicide.
He told me that if I cried, I was weak, and weak people die. And I was so afraid of death at the time. So what did I do? Why I slashed across my eyes with a butcher knife.
Now I will never shed another tear.
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Mix my medicine
When I was a little girl, my mother told me that the only way I would succeed in life, if I was to become a whore.
She told me that I would be better off being loose then being an actual hard working citizen. So what did I do? Why I slept with my daddy.
Now I will succeed in life.
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Kill my joy
When I was a little boy, my auntie told me that if I came home, beaten up again, that she would drown me while I was taking a shower. And I was so afraid of the water.
She told me that beating up people, making people cry and hurt, was fun and thrilling. So what did I do? Why, I killed my best friend with a pencil through his eye because he laughed at me.
Now I will laugh all the time.
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. I guess you can call this a supernova catastrophe.
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Sasuke:
Age: 16
Birthday: July23, 1993
Sex: Male
BECAUSE I AM THE ONE WHO HAUNTS YOUR DREAMS
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Sakura:
Age: 17
Birthday: March 28, 1992
Sex: Female
Because I am the one who kills you sweetly.
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Naruto:
Age: 16
Birthday: October 10 , 1993
Because I am the one who lifts you up, and chokes you.
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Can ya blame us?
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It was a crazy kind of day—perfect for killing innocent souls.
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Some call me crazy, and I agree, because being crazy keeps me safe, and I rather like being safe. I guess you can call me and outcast amongst my fellow misfits, and I would not disagree; because it's true. My likes differ from theirs, see, I like hurting, you may call me masochistic, but I also like hurting others, so you may call me sadistic also.
I used to have short black hair, but ever since this damn war started, it grew and grew, and grew, until it reached my down to my neck, and I used to have dark blue eyes…but you see, they've changed, now they are red, red because I stole these eyes.
I stole them because I couldn't see out of my blue ones any more, I couldn't see out of my blue eyes anymore because I carved them out of my head with a rusty butcher knife I found.
My name…well its rather irrelevant where I'm at now-no body cares what your name is at the safe house, all they care is if you can benefit them in anyway. If you can't, well they hung you from the third floor. It was such a beautiful site to behold, watching the victims face turn red, then blue, then white. Watching their eyes pop out of their skull, like a cartoon, it was thrilling.
But as I was saying before, what I used to go by was Sasuke, my last name was not important enough for me to remember, so I did not. I banished it from my mind.
I had another name before, but I grew exhausted at the memories that flashed through my head when someone addressed me with my old name—so I changed it, and I have been a bit happier.
So now, I guess your wondering two things; why I am an outcast, and what war I speak of.
Well, I am an outcast, because I choose to be. Because I can not stand to look at my other comrades. It's better not to make friends in this hell we call home.
The war, its rather pointless if you ask me, all the killing and pain is useless, the good side and the bad side fighting against each other to win.
But what they don't understand, and what I already know is that you can't win a war.
You can only last.
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Some call me dirty, raunchy and gross, I simply smile at them, flip my dirty hair and wink; because I know this already. I know that what I have become is less then honorable, I know what I have become is less then desirable. But you see, I do not care, because I have…excuse me, I had succeed in life, at one point. I had everything, looks, money, talent, and men, lots and lots of men. I adored them, I needed them. They were my fix, I loved them. I loved that they would buy me anything in the world that I wanted, for the simplest acts of intimacy.
Now this is why I think some would call me dirty, because after I am done with the men, after I have had my fix, I would decapitate them and send the head to their wives—because they were always married. And I would follow the package, and look through living room window, hidden by the bushes, and I would watch as the poor, vulnerable wife would open the package and take out her cheating husbands head.
I hated cheaters. I know this because I did the same thing to my daddy.
My name, well it's not particularly common, see it's Sakura Haruno; I do not use my last name, so I just go by Sakura.
I am hated by the other people I share this grungy little house with, hated by all of them! The can not bear to look at me. And I simply laugh because, when I die, and I expect my death date is coming soon, I will laugh because I had what they all wanted desperately.
And I shall die with my pretty little smile intact on my pretty little face.
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Some would call me innocent; they say this because they think they know me. They think because they can see my wide blue eyes and that I flinch when ever I hear the sounds of people dying; that I am innocent. These little misfits have no idea. But of course they don't, because they do not care enough to look past this seemingly innocent face to see the real monster.
My name is Naruto. Just Naruto
I'm going to be blunt, I like to kill, I enjoy it, but I'm a good murder, honest. I only kill those who laugh at me.
Like my best friend, see, I carved out a smiley face into his stomach with a rusty razor and took out his intestines and decorated his room with them. I plucked his eyes with my own two hands and nailed them to his door, and I did it all while laughing.
But you see, no one knows that. No one really cares; because they…now we have more important things to do then listen to the petty woes of a little boy.
I came to this safe house, because every where I went, I was surrounded by danger, and I hate being in danger.
I actually like the safe house, I like watching the people, and their facial expressions, and the way their lips move and their eyes wondering around the room, almost like they thought they were going to be attacked.
I like watching.
I like watching them drown in their own misery and death.
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To whom this may concern:
We would like to invite you to a celebration of your death.
If you are interested in attending, please check the yes or no box and send it straight into the fire place, someone will be with you shortly after you have done this.
Have a wonderful day and we hope to see you at The Celebration.
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Welcome to hell
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Sasuke: Yes/No
Sakura: Yes/No
Naruto: Yes/No
We shall see you there
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Can we hear applause?
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It's a world upside down, inside out and falling. Hard. It's a place that hasn't seen the light, that won't surrender, and is crumbling. Fast. It's a house that can't be grand, that does not want residents and is home. Really.
They are whatever you call them, misfits, mistakes, and monsters. They are whatever you want them to be, selfish, cold, and terrifying.
But your drawn to them, your drawn to the way they seem to be out there, you're drawn to the way they talk, dress, look.
But most of all you're drawn to the way they think. They think as if every move could get you killed, as if this thing is a game.
What is this thing you ask? Why its war, honey.
They move carefully, swiftly, silently. Their almost not there, not real, like a ghost.
And even though you are drawn to them, you ignore them, because they can't be trusted.
Hell, you can't be trusted.
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Supernova
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November 24, 2010
In the room below the attic
"Is…is this thing on…well regardless if it is or not, I'm going to talk, because I feel the need to. I should start of with my name…see, it's Sakura. Yes Sakura pretty isn't it. But let's not fawn over my pretty, pretty name; let's talk about my…situatation. You see, it's this damn war, it makes everything ugly, everything gross…not me of course, my beauty can survive anything, but everything else…it makes it very distasteful. "
A pause, sharp intake of air, then another beat of silence.
"The war…it's killing people, and by the time anyone listens to this…I will be dead. The war, it's making people crazy, insane. It does horrible things to humans; it paints the sky red with blood, fills our noses with the scent of human flesh burning, it fills our ears with the agonized screams of our fellow human beings."
A shaky laugh.
"No one knows how it came about, all they know is that one day, while all the less important people woke up, and there was chaos. Ugly, ugly chaos."
Shallow breathing.
"Everything was burning, everyone was in pain, the man that I had slept with earlier…I forget his name…he told me to run, and not look back. He shouted that he loved me, and then he ran off, probably to his wife and two kids. It never really mattered to me, the sentiments that always came with my hobby, they meant nothing, and they fell on deaf ears. So I smiled a pretty smile for the hell of it, winked, and ran, like I had never ran before."
A minute of silence.
"No one knows, no one sees. I guess that's the scariest thing; that you don't know who your enemy is. It makes you paranoid, it makes you edgy."
Hard, forced laugh.
"It really sucks to fight in a war when you know nothing about your opponents."
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November 24, 2010
In the basement
"I find this pointless, no ones going to listen to it; the whole damn world is going to pieces, so I don't see why I have to do this."
A sigh.
"My name is Sasuke. I guess that's all anyone needs to know about me. It doesn't matter anyway, what my name is, were all going to die, and when you're in hell, names aren't really your priority. Yes hell, were all going there. I don't really believe there is a heaven, or a God, for that matter. Because if there is, why the hell would he make us go through this. "
Harsh laugh, soft grunt.
"It's hell here actually, living with complete strangers, having nothing in common, not wanting to find anything in common. There's nothing to keep you sane, and if there is, it's pretty dam difficult to find."
"I guess, what keeps me sane…is…counting. Counting how many times I breathed, how many steps a rat has taken as he made his way to the other side of the room, how many times rain has beat on the window, how many times a person has glanced at me, how many floor boards are in my room, the list is endless. It keeps me sane, and I find it ironic, because I have always hated counting, or really anything to do with math."
A chair creaking.
"In this god forsaken safe house, it's boring. The only thing that keeps me occupied, other then counting, is missions. That's what I live for; completing missions these idiotic people bestow on me. It gives me a thrill…and another chance for me to kick the bucket."
A short laugh.
"This war is destroying people,"
Small cough, light chuckle.
"But it's fun to watch."
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November 24, 2010
In the kitchen.
"Um, hello…I…I don't know what to say. This is incredibly awkward, I feel stupid, talking to a little black box, but….
I guess I should start of with my name? Well, it's um, Naruto and I live in a safe house with a bunch of other people, none really my friends, but I get along with them, so I guess it alright."
Uncomfortable cough.
"Well…I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to talk about. I guess I could prattle on about things that don't really mean anything, or I can complain about how much my life sucks right not, but really how would that benefit me?"
Beat of silence.
"…So what am I going to say if I won't prattle on about useless shit and I won't complain. There isn't really anything happening in this hell whole I call my life. Nothing deep or meaningful, or even worth mentioning. I do the same thing everyday, wake up, live, sleep. It's a patter, it's dreadful and monotonous but I enjoy it because it gives me a sense of security."
"There shouting that dinner's ready, seems I have another opportunity to people watch. I guess this is a bye. If this war doesn't kill me, I'll probably have something a little bit more meaningful."
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In the dead of silence and the whisper of morning, I have come to realize that when in war the smartest thing to do is to evaluate yourself.
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Three cheers for lasting this long?
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an/ so what is it that you think? hit me up with a review?