Luvs2smooch: This is that sort of prelude chapter, giving you an idea of what is going on. It is from Naruto's point of view, although I cannot say whether or not the future chapters will be. Extreme OOCness. Please forgive it.
Summary: Naruto is sick and exhausted of life in Konoha. Everyone hates him, and since Suna attacked, things have been…difficult. So he wants out. And boy, is he gonna get it. Warning: Spoilers lie ahead!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto!
The following chapter(s) contain(s) plenty of spoilers for both Naruto and probably my other stories, which they might ever so slightly tie into.
The Free and the Hated
"That's it! I'm done with this!" Although I shouted with acute vigor, it was, for the most part, to myself. I was, simply and absolutely, sick of the bullshit hurled into my face every day on a regular basis. I was sick of the bullshitters I had to deal with. Sick of everything.
So I shouted to myself. May have even been a good alternative to talking to myself. I don't know. I did know that it helped me vent. A lot.
But today was slightly, ever the most different. Because today was tonight, and I was about to hit the sack. I had finally decided that the time had come to get the hell out. I just needed a game plan…I had hoped that one would come easy. To no avail whatsoever.
Wait, let me fill you in. The bullshitters? Sakura and Sasuke. My teammates. I sighed—they cared not an ounce about me…Oh, and the bullshit? Sakura's maladroit but honest rejections of even the most basic human interactions with me and Sasuke's superfluous and trying reactions to my every action that he did not approve, believed may be stupid, or merely disliked.
And so, I wanted to get the hell out. To leave behind all those who despised me and all that which tried me. That was the lone dream, the solitary vision that propelled my tired psyche through the repetitive days of ostracism and the perpetual, deathless nights of hatred. All I wished for, at that point, was to leave in peace. I wanted out.
But I doubted if anyone would allow me to leave in peace. Not the wind-swept, tempest-tossed boy who held all but hell within him. So I needed a diversion. Something to turn their cheeks in the other direction. Perhaps something to slap their cheeks into that direction. To not only escape, but to show them all what they themselves abolished from their lands, to show them the talent, nay, prophecy they had expunged. That would be quite satisfactory.
And so I sat down. I planned for a long time, into the dawn and late hours of the next day, before gratifying myself that it would be adequate. And that was only the draft.
Oh, yes…they had something coming to them.
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