Here's a short oneshot for ya, a misery chic tale of woe and emoness. Hope it's okay.
Plot: Naruto Uzumaki is tired of living a lie, after Sasuke leaves he finally snaps and bares all, this mental domino effect may not only cost him his job but his life…
Honestly
A blonde teen stepped out from the shade cloth of Ichiraku's; he squinted against the harsh sunlight and raised a tanned arm to shield cerulean eyes from the damaging rays. Naruto Uzumaki was sick to death of these tedious chores that kept him looking sane. The tedium was a cover from the countless nights without sleep and the unhealthy pasty glow that came from a lack of nutrients. These cursed chores and constant appearances were the only thing to prevent that busty old hag from locking him up or being tailed by anbu through his forced vacation. A year of hard-core training had never been given the chance to be paid off, the stress of Sasuke's betrayal was weighing on the entire village but it had hit Naruto the worst. The poor teen had feverishly denied himself and the love he held for the fugitive for so many years it twisted his thinking which in turn was also hidden and denied. Naruto was scarred and torn, his reality was broken and crumbling like an old mansion that had been abandoned due to war and like that building, he too, was haunted. Sasuke's betrayal had indeed hit Naruto the hardest, after about a week the blonde had emerged dead inside and looking the exact same as he felt: like shit. Even the most hateful of the townspeople were frightened for the teen; it was eerie watching such a cheerful person be crushed so cruelly.
To Naruto, Sasuke was a brother, a comrade, a best friend and the love of his life. Sasuke and Naruto were far more alike than anyone knew. Sasuke was the only one who understood Naruto, he was the only one that got him and he was the only one he should ever come to love. Naruto had to be honest, Sasuke had taken part of himself with the raven, he had lost his will even to lie and he had lost his façade. He had stolen the safety of a sun and bared his naked gloomy inhibited self for all to see. Honestly, The Naruto Uzumaki people saw was a LIE, he wasn't cheerful nor did he want that wretched position of Hokage, to hell with it all. Fuck dealing with the little bastards and saving the god damn world. It should actually fucking TRY TO DO IT IT'S MOTHERFCKING SELF FOR ONCE! He was dead tired of this ludicrous life, this lie needed to end.
Honestly, the jinchuriki was so entirely sick of all this madness, melancholy, and so fucking sick of dealing with other people's shit. His kunai was making frequent appointments with his wrist but sadly not scarring and the instant healing got old. Naruto was sick of the unoriginal self-infliction; the teen was itching to get off vacation. Roaring, Naruto yearned to find that guy who destroyed his façade and run through his blade that would end all this misery and bullshit.
Naruto was going to die by Sasuke's hands. That would be the only way to end this insatiably empty lie. Forever…