Author's Note:
Hey, this is my first serious fanfiction. I really hope you like it because I'm going to try. We'll see how it turns out. Please, constructive criticism only. Thank you and I really hope you enjoy it. It's the first chapter, which everyone knows is usually the summary chapter. Which is exactly what this is. Please Enjoy. Have a nice day.
Sometimes I wonder who I'm actually turning to when I ask Naruto for help, an innocent, little boy who wouldn't harm a soul, or the devil himself. Everyone you ask will provide you with their own outlook on things, but I will be honest. I tried very hard to work with him, like a team should, tried to teach him the right ways to do things, but I just can't look into those aqua eyes. They're like a sea of tranquility, only buried deep in the sand along the beach, is trauma and loneliness. His face, never fully matured, always has a great, big, fake grin from one ear to the other, his body, though lithe, slow with the pains of his past. He hardly remembers the past, but his body and spirit remained stained with regret and fear for the future. He knows who lurks around inside of him, who threatens both his carriers life and all of the people of Konoha. He knows what he causes here, and he knows what Kyuubi has caused here, but he's weak against Kyuubi, and can't erase the past. My name is Sasuke Uchiha, and I'm here to tell the story of Naruto Uzumaki. The boy of legend.
Last September, Naruto and I sat at home, sipping the juice from the bottom of our ramen bowls, and chatting about Sakura's new haircut. Laughter slipped from here and there and by the time we finished the ramen, we were laughing so hard we could hardly breathe. He was the only person I'd ever laugh with, or around for that matter. However, this September, we just sat at the table, sipping coffee and staring at each other. He'd decided he didn't want to stick around in Konoha any longer and was going to leave me here to take care of Sakura. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "The hell you are!" I shouted, tossing the coffee cup towards a wall right behind Naruto's head. The echoing shatter woke me from my rage and I sat back down, fuming silently. Naruto turned to the side and slid his finger around the rim of his cup nervously. "I can't really change how things are. You should have foreseen this six years ago when I found out who I really am." I shook my head and set my face in my hands, holding my elbows up with my knees. "Who you really are, is Naruto Uzumaki. Remember your dreams to be the next Hokage? Why don't you want that anymore?" Naruto got up and glared, turning and stomping out the door.
It took me a few days of waiting for him at that very table before I decided he'd left for good. But where could he have gone? Every village knows who he is, he's famous for just that. He can't have gone to a deserted area because he left with absolutely nothing. Then, I panicked. What if he did run away? He doesn't have anything to eat, keep him warm, bathe himself. He's got nothing to keep him hydrated and healthy, and if he ran away, he didn't have me. Which means... I don't have him. I felt my pulse rise up as if I'd been running for hours, my hands started to shake a bit and I suddenly realized, "I love Naruto..." I whispered. I rushed out the door, grabbing things I knew he would need when I found him and began my quest. I was going to find Naruto, irregardless of how painful it was. Maybe his whole childhood he was hated, mocked, humiliated, but I love him. I know now. I need him, and he needs me. We were never exactly two peas in a pod but that's what made us so amazing for each other. I won't let Naruto just up and leave. He's going to stay with me forever if I have to force him to do so.