Unfortunately, written by Freakofimagination
He's hysterical.
My eyes widen and I feel tears begin to brim.
He's screaming now. Hollering as loud as he can for Sasuke.
The tears spill over. My eyes have gone neon green from the extra water in them.
The restraints won't hold him long. The leather's tearing already.
Tsunade's starting to lose control. She's not the only one.
I stare through my streaming eyes and my too-long bangs.
Tsunade weeps for her surrogate brother.
Shizune shakes uncontrollably from behind Ton-Ton for the kid that brought her boss's dreams back.
Jiraiya wails for his apprentice.
Kakashi breaks down for his idiot student.
Iruka bawls for his favorite student.
The Konohamaru gang shriek themselves mute for their leader.
Hinata whimpers for her hero.
Kiba and Akamaru keen in a terrifying unison for their sometimes partner.
Shino sits frozen as his bugs swirl frantically around him for his fellow rookie.
Asuma and Kurenai bow their heads for the brat they underestimated.
Ino snivels for her best friend's teammate.
Shikamaru cries for his subordinate.
Chouji blubbers for his eating-buddy.
Neji chokes down anguish for his liberator.
Gai and Lee yowl together; for his rival's former student; for his stubborn nicknamer.
Tenten sniffles for her barely-acquaintance.
Gaara sheds quiet tears for his first friend.
Teuchi stands silent as his daughter convulses into his shirt for their beloved customer.
Yondaime makes Heaven rain for his legacy.
His voice is hoarse now; the words are coming out in garbled gasps.
The restraints are lying in shreds on the floor.
He strains to stand on broken and shattered legs. The bandages there start to loosen from the blood soaking and pouring through them.
I see him as an orange, yellow, red, and white blur as he forces himself from the ground.
He snarls to the beast within him to heal his body.
Tsunade and Jiraiya sink to the floor, trembling as they hold each other and grieve.
The bandages are completely red now. His blind eyes can't see it.
A strangled whine erupts from my throat. I'm going to develop Tsunade's old phobia.
His legs won't hold him and he collapses, cursing.
I rush forward to the blur and throw my arms around him.
He shouts out and struggles against the grip.
His nails go three inches into my back.
He doesn't recognize me.
Something vital's been struck. I can feel it. I can't feel the pain, but I feel steady hands hold down Naruto's, and I feel trembling hands heal the punctures the claws left.
He tries to rip out my spine when I press a watery kiss to his hair.
The hunter nins are coming.
For Naruto, the demon boy everyone used to hate, the boy who just wouldn't give up on his best friend, the boy who had made himself insane, the boy that changed us all, the boy that was our sunshine, the boy who would never be our Hokage, we wear black.
Peace, Naruto. Sasuke'll be following you soon. I promise.