Chapter One: Naruto
He sat on his bed mumbling non-sense, tears were flowing from his eyes. He was in mourning, the Hokage died and the funeral ended only hours ago. Naruto felt a deep pain in his heart. He knew he had friends, but the Hokage was like a father to him. He could feel what sanity he had left, spilling like water from his finger tips.
He got up and slowly made his way to his dresser. Slowly he opened the top drawer, his kunai pouch was laying next to a scroll. With a tan hand he reached in to the pouch and hooked a finger to a kunai. It slid out, making a slight scratch mark on the wood of the drawer.
Just as slowly as before he walked back to his bed, dragging his feet. He dropped on to his knees, a foot away from his bed. He choked back a scream of frustration. He clenched the kunai, in an iron grip, and held it above his wrist. His tears were falling over the kunai and his wrist. He listened to each tear drop fall onto the floor. His eyes were flashing between the fire red of the demon fox, and his crystal blue ones.
His eyes relaxed one was red, the other blue. Eyelids drooping half way. Focusing on the corner of his wrist were the tip of the kunai hovered. Slowly he pierced his skin. A drop of blood began to form, he pressed deeper. The blood fell to the floor, another quickly following. Very slowly he dragged the blade across his skin. Getting deeper, then shallow, then deeper again. Blood was spilling from his wrist. His eyes were dull and dry, no more tears, no more pain, and no more ridicule.
He took the kunai and pierced his pale wrist again, just an inch under the first cut. He did the slow process again. More blood spilled to the floor. Soon that cut was finished, and before Naruto could start a third cut, he dropped the kunai and fell to the side. His eyes stared off into space, as if his painful life were passing by his eyes. Then finally just before he closed his eyes for the last time, he shed one last tear. Then let go.