Summary: The consequence of sealing a being made of chakra in a baby caused the said ancient being to do anything to live. Even unknowingly granting his warden the curse of dying but not staying dead. Or in which, Naruto dies and dies in his youth and no one cares enough to notice.
A/N: So I've been meaning to write a Naruto fanfic since ages but I've never have the right motivation to do it. I mean, I already thought of many plots for a Narutos fanfic but with no such luck. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I finally have the will to write a Naruto fanfic. Also, fair warning, this is inspired "To Live and Breathe and Live Again" by FruitPastilles. Be prepared for the hurt/comfort and angst. I'm so trying to write angst here!
Chapter 1 - Naruto
I died and then, I lived again...
He didn't know when it started or why it happened but the only thing that he did know was one fact. He couldn't die. Or more accurately, he could die but he didn't stay dead.
It had been a vivid nightmares of being killed by a drunkard one night. A mob attack from civilians at his birthday. An accidental incident when he was pranking with dangerous things. A sudden attack from jumping on a trained Junin. At first, he had foolishly believe them to be nothing but his imaginations because he was still alive.
(He ignored the way that his clothes were stained in red or the way, he struggled to stand. No, no. He was breathing. He was moving. He's alive. That was all that mattered.)
He never doubted his thoughts. It was simply a mechanism from wanting to be a ninja and finding out the danger of such occupation. Nothing about them were strange.
(Deny, deny. What a pretty liar. Oh kami, it hurts. Hurts so badly.)
Then, there was another beating from the villagers (why, why, why?) and he couldn't ignore the fact anymore. He had his ribs bruised and his bones broken. He was lying on the ground at death's pull, his heart still beating but it was slow. Faint. Unnoticeable.
His mind couldn't comprehend anything more than pain and so much pain that he wanted to stop breathing. Breathing made the pain unbearable that he didn't care anymore. He just wanted it all to stop.
(And if dying made it stop, then please just let him die. He wanted to die so badly. Just let him die already.)
He slowly closed his eyes, smiling as his beating heart finally went still. He was dying and he didn't care. Death seemed more like salvation at this point.
Blue eyes stared at the wide accepting sky as if welcoming him to a warmer land and they flashed in hope and happiness.
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Same pair of eyes opened at the sight of the beautiful bright starry sky and frustrated tears dropped to the ground with no sign of ever stopping like the everlasting rain.
He became actively aware that the people (he tried to forget so hard every time who they were but cold memories stuck to him, especially their hatred glances) responsible for his injuries-No, he was not doing this. (Not now. Not when the pain was raw.)
His usually fake smile cracked, a hopeless scowl replacing it completely.
"I died," he whispered to the shadows while glaring at the unconscious bodies (the deepest part of his mind hoped that they were dead) at the corner of his eyes. "And they were the people, who did this. Every time. They did this so many times that the numbers exceeded the numbers of my fingers."
"No one noticed a thing. No one noticed that I was already lying on the ground and dying. No one noticed that my heart was no longer beating. No one cared enough to notice."
(And kami, that hurts the most. He died yet no one came for him. No one. Not those kind folks in the ramen stall. Not his grandpa-like Hokage. No one.)
At the age of 8, Uzumaki Naruto realized that living was the most painful thing to be forced to do.
A/N: Kinda short, huh? Well, considering that it's actually supposed to be this long one-shot (that is technically compiled drabbles in one chapter), it's actually a lot better than the initial plan. At the very least, the other chapters won't probably be this short. It's just to get in the hurt/comfort mood, you know? What do you guys think? And hope you enjoy it! Wait, no, actually, that's supposed to be suffer from it...