A young boy, 8 years old, sat crying under a tree.
He had no friends.
No one wanted to be his friend.
He had no one to love.
He didn't know what love was.
He'd never experienced it, how could he know what it was.
He'd been shown kindness by precious few.
All he'd known was anger, malice, hatred and loathing.
Aimed at him. He'd done nothing to them. They couldn't understand.
Didn't care to understand.
He was only a child.
A lonely child.
He'd known that life wouldn't be easy.
He'd never expected for this to happen.
Never thought he'd let it overcome him.
Swallowing him whole.
The sadness.
The misery.
He just couldn't do it anymore.
He couldn't stand their eyes anymore.
Looking at him with hatred.
Telling him he didn't belong.
He wasn't wanted.
Why should he stay?
Why should he care?
The sun shone off the metal as it moved.
A quick pain, there only a moment was all it took.
Red, flowing, dripping, a puddle forming.
He had done it.
He had shown them.
He no longer cared about anything. Anyone.
He would miss Ayame and her father.
He'd miss the Hokage.
Their kindness just was not enough to rid him of the lonliness.
It'd all be over soon.
He'd never have to deal with them again.
He hoped they found happiness.
He'd found his.
All it took..
All he had to do..
Was end it all.
He smiled. Soon.
His eyes were slowly closing.
It wouldn't be long now.
Finally he'd be free.
He'd found the one thing in life he'd always wanted.
In death, he found peace.
AN: Yeah, I'm not really sure where this came from. I've spent a good couple years reading Naruto fanfictions on this site and various others. This just occurred to me, I'd never read a story where it all became too much for him to take. He's always found a way to pull through it all and deal with it. If you couldn't tell from the short bit written, he wasn't physically abused in my eyes. I don't see the Hokage letting it happen, nor Ayame or her father or Iruka when he came into the picture. They are training children to kill, to be Ninja. He'd hardly be much of one if he was physically abused and stunted. Gorging on Ramen did enough of that without extra help. If this offends anyone I apologize. As I said, I don't know where it came from. Just a niggling thought that wouldn't go away. The rating is M because of the content. It's not graphic in nature but it makes it fairly clear what happens. If you or someone you know is suffering from depression, get them to speak to someone, help them. Don't stand idly by and watch another life pass by.
AN 2: Well, this has been a long time coming. I vaguely remember writing this during one of my fanfiction sprees, well before I'd started reading crossovers and now I realize what I intended to do as a follow up with this. I don't have an idea of how to go about doing so. This may have been the start of my Muse coming out but she seems pretty content where ever she ended up. Most crossover fictions give a small brief summary but never touch on the original life that character lived, how it shaped them, what consequences came from living in the original universe. This could be turned into a prelude of a crossover or even a time travel fiction. I originally planned to follow this up with reactions and a summary of how it affected those involved. I barely have the time to read fanfiction anymore yet alone attempt attempting something with this. I know this has been up for a long time and I never wrote it expecting reviews/faves/follows. Just a thought I had to put to paper so to speak, I'm sure others who have wrote/written something understand. I'll simply leave it up, since it was my first published fiction even if it's minor in comparison to most I've read. To those who may have been looking for an update and I believe I even touched briefly on doing a sequel in a review response. I apologize, life has a way of changing plans. If I ever do decide to pick this back I will update this with another AN, or simply update my long outdated profile.