A/N: I do not own any of the characters... They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto... Dattebayo!

...All of my published works are UNbeta-ed... Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes...English is not my first language...and I don't use a spellchecker... sorry... Hope you enjoy the story...


Naruto POV:

Gray snow falls on the path of each year and this picture is a box the size of my window ... I look with strange spite at the frisky flakes and I see how my foot winnows them in a heartbeat. It is the time of my regrets ... and it's snowing ... the sky is leaking, so I can feel guilty for what I truely am. Surrounded by glass sky light, I feel the twenty-first winter since I buried in the frost everything I had or loved, forever. And yet, in my hands, I see a dark gun that makes me get back to who I am.
I was young ... blond spiky hair, ocean blue eyes, thin, but full of faith and ideals. Nothing strange for a teenager convinced that the world can't get more beautiful. The University, often a place totally different from what we hope, has gained a meaning only when you got there ... at first I saw nothing special, onyx cold eyes, spiky black hair, tender moves ... a delightful uncertainty seduced my attention, but that was all. It was like I had to get there to help you see me, to decide that you know who I am.
And then who am I? The mirror never shows me anything I want to see and this simply because I do not see myself. I run to convince you to look carefully, to see me. Often I try to touch you, but there is something that bonds me and doesn't let me get close to you.
You know what I mean ... why are you dismissing all those who just try to get to know you? It's so hard to bear what they call a friendly chat? And then, not everything you touch is always bad. I am here because I protected you from myself and this is probably the only thing that keeps me down here: to help you live without fear of them, to watch over when you sleep, to not let you see what you feel: fear.
I knew somehow that there was something ... it displeased me that, in your pitch black eyes, was an enigma, which lured me like a ritual, a dancing demon, and that could not end well. Yet, curiosity...

-Teme, wait ... you know what I was thinking? The gang and I are going to the movies tonight, one that we wanted to see for so long! What do you say? Certainly you will like it, but I won't say anything about it! So...
-Sorry dobe, I cant tonight, you know ... my mother suggested that I should stay home for the time being! She says I've been behaving a little weird lately!
-Eee! That's one more reason to get out and come with us ... with me!
-I don't know, she's still mad at me ... a colleague of hers came to visit, with her daughter, Sakura, and I was not too sociable! Now I'm punished.
Sasuke wanted to leave, but I caught his hand, to tell him something, don't know why. He startled, but looked very strange at me, like he knew what I was thinking ... and then he left without another word.

Hence then the days passed quickly and we didn't move closer. It's been six months since he moved to Konoha village and to our school. I wanted to get closer to him, to make him understand my true intentions, but he never gives me the chance. Our discussions touched what I called the complexity and I knew that everything was going well, but there was something else...

It was Tuesday and I, as so often happened, had free period. In this free period, I asked Sasuke to go out with me, so we decided to go to a bar near the college. When I entered the college hall he suddenly stopped and dumbfounded. For a moment, I paced forth, but realizing that I was alone, I returned... Sasuke just stood there, terrified, looking around the room almost crying. I took his hand, and got out. I spoke nothing, not asking until we reach the bar, while clutching our hot coffee, reviving our sight.
-Look, I hate to be a pusher or indiscreet, it's just that there is something about you, something happened and ... damn it, I would like to now what is going on with you! I can help you, don't you trust me?
-I trust you dobe, it just that ... How do you know that I need help? What makes you think...?
-Hn ... I guess it never hurt anyone to have a friend, and now I think you need one ... or am I wrong, Sasuke-teme?
-You do not understand dobe! You'll just laugh at me like everyone else.
-Try me!
-Mother is scared of me, I've already been transferred to too many schools, we moved too many times. I am to blame, and you are putting yourself in danger getting so close to me. I don't want you to suffer dobe.
-Tsk ... honestly, what harm it can come from us being friends. Come on; tell me ... I promise not to disappoint you. Tell me what happened in the lobby!
-It's hard to explain and you'll get scared, and from there on there's no going back!
-Do not laugh at me teme. I'm no longer a child, scared by the Boogie Man!
-Okay. Look, I have a strange gift, only I can see what is really here ... for so long I've seen all those that couldn't find their peace! Souls that wander, that have not led to good end there duties or are paying for what they did...
For a moment I was tempted to laugh, but his eyes were so sad and cold ... and then I knew he did not lie.
-So far I understand ... but what did you saw in the hallway? It's a college damn it, what could you have seen in a Faculty?
-I know dobe, that this is a school, but...

-Come on teme...

-Tsk ... When we entered, the hall was a huge room, dark and cold. I felt like I hit a wet wall, the smell was heavy and sharp ... I touched the wall until I found a switch and I turned on the lights. From the ceiling there were thousands of broken, bleeding bodies hung with twine. Prone heads were sliced by something that draw near me at a fast pace. I felt the blood fill the room, as my cold feet drown in it, slowly softening. I could not move, and that thing came at me. I could only fell it. The light went off and I started to cry out of fear. That's when you took my hand. You got there, I do not know how you did it, and so far no one has managed to do so. Mom gets scared, cries and sits next to me until I wake up, scratched, paralyzed with fear and coldness.
-It's hard to understand, though, I know you are not lying, a part of me knows, for some reason. Now, what to do to get rid of all this?
-I do not know dobe. I don't know... Four years after my father died, I began to see all of this. I think because he died saving me. The house was on fire, just as I was still in bed. My dad took me and went to the window when something exploded. He protected me with his body, and my mother found me a little later in the hospital. She wasn't home, she was on night shift and my dad snoozed on the couch a bit. I do not know how the fire started, but because of me, my mother, after so many years, still hasn't recovered.
-It wasn't your fault teme! ... Perhaps your father forgot something on fire.
-I don't believe that, no one knows why it happened or how. The house didn't burn at all, not even a sign of fire ... But I have seen it, just like dad. Nobody believed me, not even my mother. My father died of a powerful blast, but nobody could explain a thing. The neighbors came because my dad broke the window; the door was on fire, burning. And I, like him, was found fainted, my father covering my body. I had only a few stitches, but he could not resist. Even now I do not know what happened.
-Hm ... It is very strange. And since then you can see this?
-Yes.
-It means that your father's death triggered it. If you and he saw the fire, it means that he could also see what you see now.
-You might be right dobe. Especially since I was wet and I thought that the house was on fire and inside there was a very heavy odor. Just like the one that I felt earlier.
-And then maybe he was paying for something. Or help you to continue what he did. But why?
-If he was paying for something, I would've seen him before dobe ... even in that house. We moved from there about a year after, because I could not resist the fear. I had been to a psychologist, I did X-rays and other tests, I was sick. My mother was terrified. Only after I was sent home from
school one day, because I was afraid to leave the bathroom, because I saw a caretaker sliced off in half by a window glass, lying on the bathroom door in a pool of blood, she decided to move to another house, to another town.
-And since then ... have you seen any thing else?
-Every day, on the streets, at school, in stores, everywhere. Even now ... there are thousands of such souls passing by. Slowly I'm going crazy!
-But what do they want?
-They want me!
-You? Why?
-Because I have something they need: life!

A/N: Hope you liked the story so far ... i'll try to update soon. and i hope there werent to many miss spellings. If you would like to review that would make me verry happy. Thank you for reading. See you all in the next chapter ...