Monster
By: Song
Summary: Naruto chose the path of a shinobi for a reason. They wanted a monster, after all.
A/U: I dunno. I just kinda... wrote it.
A/U2: This was actualy suposed to go up last week- but I'm in the middle of nowhere without web access.
Warnings: Underage drinking. Allusions of an unhappy nature.
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The sky was painted with darkness, seeping into the surrounding vegetation and city. Down an street abandoned by the hour a small boy sat alone. Sipping his sake he choked, forcing down another mouthful of the disgusting drink. Soon enough it wouldn't matter anyway. An amber haze swam at the edges of his vision promising relief.
With the right offer even the most law abiding citizen will turn into a common criminal. He had coerced and guilted the bar-tender into selling (giving) him the sake despite his age. He knew it would make the pain go away- at least, for a little while.
The hurt in his heart ached, but with time (and some more alcohol) that, too, would lessen to the dull, ever present throb that was his meager existence.
He shuddered once again, pulling the bottle close to his chest.
The wind blew singing its mournful tune, rustling the leaves in the ally and sending the chills down his back. As if carried by the leaves and windsong a stranger entered the dimly lit bar, sitting and ordering a round.
Dressed in burnt sepias and raw umbers the stranger melted into the surroundings, illuminated only by the flickering gas lamp.
Silence stretched between the two patrons, each nursing their respective bottle.
Maybe it was the slight buzz from the drink, or maybe he was just desperate.
"They... call me a monster."
The stranger snorted. "Well, you're certainly not a child anymore with the acts you preform and the deeds you do."
Behind the counter the bartender shifted uncomfortably.
"Well? What! Do you want me to tell you that its a lie? Do you want my to placate your petty concerns about life? That don't stop harsh reality kid. Nothing can." The stranger barked out, fiery eyes flashing.
The voice softened as if pained. "Truth is, kid, we're all monsters in our own way." Leaving a few coins the stranger stood and left, lost once again to the ever present, ever mournful song of the winds.
Naruto sat contemplating what the stranger had said, and he knew without a doubt what his future held.
He would be a ninja. An assassin. A silent killer, a deadly shadow. An agent of death and a servant of the ever present undertaker.
A monster.
They wanted a monster?
Then let them have one.
Fin