The Line Ends Here
By: K-promises-fall
K: No summary here. But FYI, Italics is a memory/memories and normal font is what's actually happening.
WARNING: This is crap. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto etc. etc. Please not that I will only be saying this once. AND ONLY ONCE!! I DO NOT OWN NARUTO IN ANY WAY!
OOO
There was a light – too bright. Then it was dark again. A comforting darkness that he had gotten used to this past month. The light was back again and this time he could just barely make out square tiles directly above him before he was dragged back into that warm, loving darkness.
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A six year old version of him ducked into an alleyway and watched with petrified wide eyes as a group of drunken villagers ran past his new hiding place, knives glinting in the industrial light of a nearby streetlamp.
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There was that light again – still too bright. Before he returned to the darkness, his view shifted to the side to catch a glimpse of pink and shadow.
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This one was one year later. That same flash of pink grabbed his attention. The girl was surrounded by a group of kids; bullies. He heard himself shout, "Hey, leave her alone!" Then there was a quick fight, then pain – lots of it. And that pink haired girl thanking him.
"I'm Haruno Sakura…
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This time, the light was merely a glare behind his closed eyelids. He heard crying – a weak and pathetic, "Naruto-kun…" The dark was too tempting to pass up.
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"Iruka-sensei! I didn't do it!"
A young man with a scar across the bridge of his nose smiled at him. "I never said you did, Naruto." The feeling of hope. "What say we go get some ramen, my treat?"
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He was hungry. He should probably get something to eat. The light blinded him. He squinted at it, and it lessoned. Now for some food. He looked to the side and saw a man. Probably in his thirties, with a scar across the bridge of his nose. The man saw him and started to say something. He didn't hear it; he was gone again.
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"Hey old man?" The person he was talking to looked up, his face full of wrinkles, a gleam in his tired eyes. "Do you like being Hokage?"
The man smiled, "I wouldn't trade it for anything else."
Hokage… the word 'dead' came to mind. "Well enjoy it while you can, 'cause I'm gonna be Hokage someday!" the old man laughed.
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"-I love you, Naruto-kun. Please don't leave me… please…" Love?
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A boy his age. Red eyes, black tomoes; Sharingan. A change in the boy; long hair, wings – curse seal. They clashed, a thousand birds chirping, a soft drilling hum. Hate.
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There was no light this time. He looked around and was met with the sights and sounds of a hospital room. Flowers, cards, ramen – they were everywhere. And there was a faint beep. He hated it. It just kept going… beep… beep… beep…
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He hated hospitals. A man was checking him over, one of the few who didn't hate him… Who hated him? "You're good to go. You heal pretty fast, kid." He left. He was always a fast healer.
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So much noise. The rustling of clothes, orders being shouted about.
"Where's that blood-"
"Heart fluctuating-"
"I need some light over-"
"Nurse-"
"More chakra-"
"Light please!"
The glaring light returned. Too much. He squinted, the shadow of a head looming over him. Green eyes, pink hair. "Just relax, Naruto. We'll take care of you." He closed his eyes.
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A cage; large, empty – no, not empty. A fox; large and red. The Kyuubi-no-kitsune; nine-tailed demon fox, sealed inside him. Demon spawn, Kyuubi incarnate, jinchuriki; all of them names for him, all of them hurt.
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He remembered Kyuubi. He missed the damn fox. Just another person he had lost.
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Green… so much green… and caterpillars. Bushy brows. What the hell was a bushy brow? Was that a ping? Clones?
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"-last the night. Gomen." Gasps, crying. Never giving up. Who never gave up? Himself… Hinata-chan. Hinata?
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"-proud of you, Hinata-chan!"
"That was awesome!"
"Could you teach me that sometime?"
"SASUKE!!"
"-not Kyuubi."
"I'm gonna be Hoka-
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Everything was so fuzzy. Incomprehensible. White eyes. Like pearls. Warm, inviting, loving. Why couldn't he go there instead of the dark? But the dark wanted him; he could feel it pulling at him. So… very…
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"NARUTO-KUN!!"
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K: Told you it sucked. Ahh, well. That's that. No need to review to tell me how crappy it was, though if by some miracle you actually liked it I wouldn't mind hearing about that. Give me a break, my mind is tired and yet I feel called to continue writing… and I have nothing else to do.
It's just about Naruto dying. At first I was writing it so that each "reality" would correspond with the memory above or below it. Then I got lazy and just wrote whatever came to mind. Yeah.
To explain what Oneshot Citadel is about. This is just a collection of unrelated, extremely short stories (under 1000 words) that I come up with when I am extremely bored. Do not expect regular updates, though I'll probably put a story up every week for a short while, as I have some stories already written that I plan to put here. There will be no disclaimers, no summaries either. The stories here are too short for summaries, and I refuse to go through the annoyance of saying the same thing every time i update. So please note, as I am saying this for the last time I DO NOT OWN NARUTO IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.
Thank you,
Ja ne.