So, a new story, and I hope this one will last.
Don't have much to say at the moment, so... enjoy! :)
'BRING A BOY BACK TO LIFE'
Author: shukakutentou
Disclaimer: I do not, by any means, own any character.
I only borrow them to make my story :D
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Right before something happens, a silent boy might peacefully stare up into the sky, wondering why the airplanes have to fly so high up. And sometimes, a boy might as well point at them, giggling while telling his father he can touch the clouds if he wants to.
That last second of peace is so easily broken, shattered like fragile glass.
While the father and his son stood still at the airport, staring up into the sky as a plane flew round and round, soon to land, something unexpected happened.
Their last second of peace seemed to go so quickly, and at the same time, slower than any other second so far.
A single airplane stopped circulating at that very second, only to fall down, hitting the dirty ground, physically destroying not only the people inside - but also destroying the people around it.
The father and his son watched their wife and mother die.
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Things never went back to normal.
The father became somewhat possessed, and could never stop thinking about his deceased wife. Whenever his confused, scared and silent little son ever made a mistake or made the wrong decision, he was met with the line 'what would your mother say?'. Thus, his son could never let his thoughts or broken heart rest.
First he lost his mother whom he loved dearly. At that very last second of peace he'd had, he also lost his father to a silent obsession. But he stayed quiet, for a very long time. He didn't say a word, never complained about constantly being reminded about his mother. He behaved like a good boy until he turned thirteen.
That very last minute before his father uttered those words once again, the boy had felt just a little content with life. He had gained a minute with something that resembled peace.
"What… what would your mother say?" The words cut through his walls, pierced his heart, and wrecked his mind.
First, he simply yelled. He yelled, shouted and pleaded his father to stop, but… his father didn't realise what he did wrong, and therefore repeated the same sentence over and over and over… again.
He drove his son to his limit.
There was a huge fight that night, and it lasted for what seemed like hours. Hurt, pain, shouting, hitting, kicking and throwing. As the neighbours became aware of the commotion, they called the police, and as they came, no one but the father seemed to partly covered in blood, muttering a single sentence to himself. What would your mother say?
The son was diagnosed as mentally instable. He was sent to a house, with nice people, wearing white robes.
The boy had a name. And it was Uzumaki Naruto.