Disclaimer I do not own Naruto, or any of its charachters, sadly :(
To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
There had been numerous deaths among the student population of Konoha High, all the deceased were seniors, but as suddenly as the deaths started they had stopped, there was no common denominator amongst the kids that had died, they all came from different backgrounds, they all were in different cliques; the way they died though, was a different matter they all had been found with a bullet hole in their skulls, near the lake. Around twelve students had died; it was a high number considering that Konoha High was a very elite high school in which there weren't that many students.
The once quiet town was in turmoil; such bright promising young lives had been cut short; the police was investigating their deaths, they believed a serial killer was behind this terrible act, but the real truth lay in twelve caskets buried deep on the cemetery ground. One by one each of the students were found, each death had happened a week apart, the first one was Haruno Sakura, the last one Uchiha Sasuke.
The head mistress of the school now wondered how this had happened, she was sure this wasn't an accident, or the act of a deranged lunatic killing young people, she was sure the deaths had been suicides, all of them, her beloved nephew was one of the poor souls that had traveled to other side wherever that may be, Naruto had always had such a bright smile, such a kind heart, but she knew that behind all that goofiness and determination, he was just a lonely confused little boy, with no parents, trying to put up a brave front to the world. He had tried to commit suicide once before, when he was eleven, a month after his parents were killed, he said he was better now, she should have known better, she should have been more alert, her nephew was dead and she blamed herself.
So what happened was it murder or was it suicide? I know the answer to this question, and many mores, I was in that clearing in the lake, when the last one of them the Uchiha kid, died; but the police is not smart enough, they will over-look me, the harmless, red headed boy.
What happened in past three months, is something I will never forget, nor do I want to; I'll make myself remember it, remember them, they defied life, they died in their own terms, they did not, for once, had someone else decide; I know it was not the answer to their problems, I know it was cowardly of them, but in a way I admire them, my friends they all killed themselves; they made a pact, that by march fifth they would all be dead, they stuck to it, watching each other die, waiting for their turn. I have a role in this macabre plan, I'm the one who is supposed to write about them, how they died, and why; I swore I would not tell the police though, or their parents and guardians, at least not until their bones had turn to dust.
My name is Gaara, and I will tell you a sinister story, of twelve lost teenagers, that found the easy way out.