The blood on the side of his face was slowly turning from warm to cold, but he did not notice. His eyes were wide with shock as he took a step back and a sharp intake. Stumbling out of the house, he shoved his socked feet into his shoes. As he ran down the road at a frantic pace, he brought his hands into his line of vision. They were shaking and covered in red.

Quickly, he swiped them across his wet pants and continued. The rain was heavy as it soaked him to the core but he did not stop to find shelter. The scent of liquid precipitation was sharp in his nose.

The downpour had soaked his bright, sunny hair into a flat, dark mess and made his clothes cling to him in an uncomfortable way. The rain had washed away the blood on his skin, but did not cleanse his state of mind. His heavy stomps splashed muddy puddles onto the back of his legs.

He did not know where he was going; just letting his legs take him far away. The built up raindrops on his long eyelashes obstructed his view causing him to run his wet sleeve over his face every few minutes. The fabric was wet, cold, and rough on his face. He could see his own warm breath in front of him as he breathed out harshly. He was cold though.

The wet drops raised the hairs on his neck, his soaked clothes made it harder for him to run away, and he didn't notice when the rain started mixing with his tears. He didn't know he was crying.

He ran into the park and slowed his pace until he came to a halt. He let out a large breath as he started to walk around as if in a daze. The rain came to a drizzle as he watched the drops roll off the petal of the flowers. He passed the plants and gazed upon a bench. The wood was dark with water but he sat down heavily and touched the back of it with a gentle hand.

He looked as if he were remembering something precious that he had kept within his heart. He sniffed loudly as large, warm tears ran down his cheeks making him close his eyes and bit his lip in pain. He blinked his eyes open, looking up at the trees before picking himself up and carrying on further into the park.

As trembles racked his body causing his shoulders to shake, he could only take a few more steps before stopping completely.

Collapsing into a muddy puddle, he let out a sob. His legs were folded sloppily beneath him as he raised his wet hands to cover his face. Hunching over, he let out a wail that could not be heard due to the loud pitter-patter of the rain.

He bit his lip as he pulled his hands away and looked up at the sun between the parting clouds.

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"Who are you?"

He looked up slowly before glancing down at his lap and up again. A small intake of breath and he whispered. "My name is Uzumaki Naruto, and I murdered my lover."

A/N: Well, to me, it doesn't make much sense but it seems that some of you readers do get it, which makes me happy. :) I'm about to call these little ficlets I've been making, The Nonsense Collection.

Thanks for reading. Much appreciated if you favorite, or better yet, review. 8D