Be nice, I wanted to work on my description stuff.
Note: I don't like to make people talk…I just can't do it sweatdrops
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto…Naruto would make hot yaoi love with every other hot Naruto male cast member…
Prelude
Every time he was sick, it started something inside of him, a hatred of what he was and the way that he was then. It began whenever he felt it, that twinge in his stomach, knowing that nothing could change how he was now. There was a thirst that he had, a thirst for life, something that he wanted so badly that it hurt to think about. Perhaps it was that they were all drifting from him in a way that he couldn't help. Maybe his sickness had finally driven him over the edge in a way that no one could help her. He thought it was the fact that life was sliding through his fingers and no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, it slid through his fingers, like trying to hold onto water.
He had never wanted to be sick, and it pained him more than physically when he was ill. The illness was never far from his mind, ripping apart his happiness and enthusiasm for life until all that he had left was a bitterness for the life that he led. His only peace was in other worlds that he created within his own mind. They were places that he was free to be who and what he wanted, something that he did not have in the world he was in. It was only the worlds that he created that kept him sane, kept him from finally ending it all. But in the end, even the worlds he had created couldn't save him from a void of darkness.
The normally golden hair of Uzumaki Naruto lay in a pale, sweaty mess on his bed. No, the rarely golden hair. No longer did it have the vibrancy of the person sprawled on the bed, it had gone with the boy's health. His skin was bleached of color, no glow of a person alive in the mind. Dark blue, almost black, eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, not reacting to the movement of his friends and family around him. He appeared to be dead, but those around her knew better, they knew that life still roamed his body.
His brother figure kneeled at his side, tears rolling slowly down his face. Iruka had is own ideas of why Naruto had drifted so far from them. Perhaps it was the need to rest peacefully for the first time in years. Maybe he had finally gotten sick of the feeling of loneliness. Iruka thought that his brother had finally condemned himself to a half life and his mind could not deal with the harsh realization.
Naruto's Mother figure's grief was beyond the tears that Iruka was shedding, staring at the wall in horrified shock. Perhaps she blamed herself for what had happened to her son. Maybe the trauma was causing her to lose her own sanity. Tsunade thought that she was dreaming, imagining that her son was lying in bed with no mind to speak of.
Naruto's father figure was untouched by sadness. Perhaps he always knew that the sickness Naruto had would make him loose his mind. Maybe Jiraiya had seen the signs, the lack of speech, the self hatred, and the overwhelming loneliness of his son. He thought that his heart had frozen over.
Naruto's friends were scared, no terrified. Perhaps it was that Naruto was in many ways the strongest of them all. Maybe they couldn't believe that the determined to live boy had lost himself. They thought that they had failed their friend and could fail others
Sasuke…Perhaps he wanted to be with Naruto so much and couldn't take the realization that he wasn't around to be with. Maybe he really was in love with Naruto. He thought that he had lost his ability to love, live, and die.
Chapter One
"Uzumaki Naruto is dead."
The reaction to that statement was shocking considering the way that Naruto had been treated as a child. People were convinced that Tsunade's announcement was a joke. Naruto could never die; he was the eternal sunshine if a village in the middle of a war.
How could the potential sixth Hokage of Konoha die so easily?
To Uchiha Sasuke the announcement was not a surprise. He knew that death was coming for Naruto. It was logical of course. Naruto and the Kyuubi were sharing a body, which would naturally put extra stress on the host. Constant healing took large amounts of energy, forcing the flow of charka to increase in ways that were not natural. Naruto's mind must have been strained as well, always having to keep kyuubi under constant control. How I hate that boy. He had Naruto to himself for so long and never bothered to tell anyone that death stalked the blonde.
"Impossible! How did he die!" Many cries such as these came from the ANBU members in the room; they were outraged and confused at the fact that a captain could die so easily. What fools they are. They pretend that they know Naruto but they can't even begin to comprehend what he did for them and how hard he struggled to stay with us this long.
"Unfortunately we can not release any information concerning his death at the moment. All we can assure you is that he died in peace surrounded by the people that cared for him most." Tsunade, having to answer these questions when she was so deeply affected by Naruto's death. I pity the woman. You could practically see the guilt rolling off her body, though she did nothing but help save Naruto. "Naruto's funeral will be held in one week, with a procession starting here at the Hokage tower." If I know anything about Tsunade, than she will be crying the moment she enters the building. She turned from the crowd and dragged herself back to the tower to grieve in her own company.
A desperate scream pierced the air as the news finally sunk into Sakura's mind, blinding her with the grief of the loss of a brother. A murmur ran through the crowd, words of sympathy for the ANBU captain's friends were passed around. Jiraiya was one of the people who received the most regrets, he being the make-shift father of Naruto. I was one of the few people who went to give my regards to Neji. Little People know about the way that Neji looked after Naruto, know about the brotherly way that Neji saw him.
Many people wanted to give their 'deepest' sympathy to Sasuke, but he had disappeared from the meeting. I also wanted to tell him how sorry I was. Sorry that I never took Naruto-kun from him, sorry that I let him be the one that was with Naruto when he died. So fucking sorry about everything.
OMG! I KILLED NARUTO! Early in the story I know…actually I have no idea because my mind has no idea where this story is going. Can anyone guess who's point of view this is from? I'll put you in the story if you are the first to guess (fishing for reviews). This story is devoted to my Uncle Ray who made me onigiri while I was writing this.