Reflections
By: Song
Summary: Naruto hates his reflection. It was everything he would never be.
A/U: Another fic based around my recent obsession with mirrors. Excessive use of the 'f' word, 'cuz Naruto's pissed off.
Inspired by the lack of oneshots about Naruto (hating) Yondaime, also inspired by the lines; 'Don't judge me by my failures / Only by my dreams!' from the song 'Non-Toxic' by SR71. If I owned any of this, I would have more geckos. Unfortunately, my wallet can barely handle the ones I have right now.
And, considering I didn't get any reviews for my last oneshot, I am desperate enough to ask for them. Even if its constructive criticism. Pathetic, ne?
Naruto rested his head against the cracked mirror as a trickle of blood dribbled down his cheek.
He glared at the face in the mirror as cerulean eyes smiled back at him. A crimson droplet spattered on the grime painted sink drawing his gaze.
"Everything's your fault..." he spoke softly, fingers smearing the liquid slightly.
"Damn it." Naruto swore as he pressed his head harder against the mirror, eyes returning to the village icon. "Of all the people it could have been, it had to be you."
The man smiled back at him, bright hair almost glowing in the bathroom's dim fluorescent lighting. Another crack appeared in the glass distorting the image further.
He scowled at the grinning face. "I hate you." Naruto said voice frigid. "I hate you! I hate the way you chose your own son. You sacrificed your own fuckin' son for the fuckin' village because you're the fuckin' hokage!
"Aren't parents supposed to care for their children? But how would I know? Because you fuckin' DIED!
"You thought I'ld be the fuckin' HERO!" His pupils narrowed into slits. "Not the kyuubi kid! The demon brat! Not the monster, murderer and freak that I'm known as! Not the failure, dead last and hindrance I am!" he screamed.
"You thought I'ld be the hero!" he screamed again, collapsing to the floor. "You were wrong! You were wrong!" he howled.
"You were wrong..." the words slipped past his lips a final time as a tense silence reigned over the small bathroom.
"I'm not the monster..." Naruto whispered. "You are."
The mirror fell to the floor, each fragment reflecting the hope that once had stirred within the jinchuriiki's heart.
Naruto hates his reflection because in it he sees the man responsible for all his sorrows. His life, his damnation and his hell. In his reflection Naruto sees his father: Namikaze Minato in all his glory beaming merrily as the world went on around him- living as a hero, and dying as one.
This is Naruto's dream, hope and deepest wish.
Everything he would never be.
Fin