Hey, readers! Listen, Im super sorry that my first chapter was short for the story Stranger and that I didn't update. I've been super busy with school and lately new ideas for more stories have been popping up in my brain. Anyway I'll try to update soon! And I promise to make the rest of the chapters longer and hopefully way more interesting. I'm a beginner so please, criticism is very appreciated!
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A morbid glaze of fog passed over the young man, in current disbelief of what he was witnessing. The man was around 18, with a youthful but strong face and sunny blonde hair. Standing directly in front of the body, he knelt, and put his shaking hand on the others pulse.
Nothing.
It can't be... he thought, we were supposed to die together. His face pulled into disgust, with himself.
Slowly he backed away from the body, unaware of someone lurking by in the shadows, distracted with voices.
Voices of his own, filled with promises.
Im going to save Sasuke!
Im bringing you home!
I'll save Konoha and Sasuke!
I won't let anyone harm my precious people!
I will become someone you can trust, Kyuubi!
I promise!
"SHUT UP!" he screamed. It was too much, it would overwhelm him, but he couldn't fight it anymore.
He had failed.
Failed Sasuke, his team, Tsunade, Konoha, his parents. So many people, so many lives, hopes...so many promises. Too many, he decided.
Tears were tumbling in waves down his cheeks now, becoming damp patches. "Fuck..." he whispered wiping them on his jacket sleeve. They soon dried up as a thought crossed his mind. One he would have been horrified at earlier, being in his right mind then.
At least it's over now...
He snapped his head up from it's downward position, his eyes flashing.
"Its over?.." the young blonde declared trying the words on his tounge.
"Its over." he said again more confident. His blank expression transformed into a crazed smile. "It's over!" he exclaimed a fit of giggles bubbling in his throat. I feel like I'm going insane... said man thought.
He was right.
Soon he began outright laughing, and gasping for breath now and then.
But, it can't really be over, if I'm still here right? he questioned silently. Another giggle arose in his throat. I know this! he declared. All i have to do is...
Die.
His faced morphed into one of disappointment. No one was alive to kill him. I could do it myself but me and the enemy already rid ourself of our weapons, and i would go look for one but my legs... he realized glancing down at the appendages. Blood was seeping through the fabric of his pants, exhaustion creeping up on him.
How? he questioned. Suddenly a sharp glint caught his eye. He twisted his head for his eyes to rest on a small throwing knife. Slowly he picked himself up with his hands and crawled toward it. It was still shiny underneath all the blood, the handle and knife carved with designs intertwining with one another.
It was probably Sasuke's knife.
He chuckled darkly, it seemed that they would die by each other after all.
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Had he been in the mood, Kurama would have told his cell that he was not dying by the traitors hand, simply by and object he happened to own at the time. Either way it wasn't the same thing, he would explain.
But he wasn't in the mood.
His charge had lost it. The pressure of holding everyones problems, promises,and hopes getting to him. His failure too.
He had imploded.
The demon wasn't any better off. He knew it was a matter of time before his warden would die, including himself.
But he had nothing to live for anyway.
His friends, (even though they threatened each other most of the time they were friends)the Nibi, Shukkaku, ect were all gone, the Akatsuki being at fault. The Sage of Sixth Paths was long gone. And the blonde, the only person who almost understood him, was about to die.
And the worst about the last truth was that he couldn't do anything about it.
It was out of his hands he knew. He had been on the edge of insanity before. He knew, judging by the blonde's reaction to everything he was a bit too far gone. Plus, Kurama was never good with words, anything could drive his warden over the edge.
Yes, he was useless.
He could only watch as his cell fumbled with the knife of the traitor, trying to get a grip on the handle.
This is goodbye...friend, he tried tasting the words, speech muddled in the echoed of voices in the blonde's mind.
The blondes lips twisted into a smirk as he finally got a good grip on the handle of the knife. He placed it at his throat, directly in front of his adams apple.
"Well," he began, "I guess this is it..." the man declared, "It's over and done and I hope you can all forgive me, I broke all your promises but now there will be no suffering. Because I'll be gone..."
"Goodbye."
He chuckled one last time before swiftly slicing the knife through his throat, one calloused hand gripping his pants.
Blood welled up in his air pipe, his chuckles turning to sobs, gurgles, choking, and finally...
Nothing.
As if in slow motion the knife fell with a clatter to the ground, the body following with a thud as Uzumaki Naruto slipped into darkness.
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Hi! Sorry if this chapter is short because the writing app on my computer wont tell me the word count! *glares at computer* Anyway please review and give me some critique to work with! PM me if you want.
Ja ne! X3