Void
A Naruto Fanfiction
By Teki Star
Beforehand Babble: I'm such a simple person. I got an email about my last oneshot, "In the End". It's going to be added as a recommended fanfic at a Sasuke site, called Crimson Shade (http/ Now I'm freakishly happy. ; Boy, it's fun being dense and simple. xD
Ugh, I feel like Sasuke is so OOC here. Someone shoot me. xx; Anyway, as always, it's SasuNaruSasu-ish, dark, and somewhat confusing. Boo yeah.
Dismal Disclaimer: Naruto n'est pas à moi. Je suis triste. --- Fear my horrible French. FEAR IT!
I can hear. I can see. I can feel, taste, think. But I cannot speak. I scream into the inky darkness, yelling louder than I ever did before. My lungs never tire; I cry out for what feels like hours. I can hear my own voice, deafening to even my own two ears. But no one else can. They walk on, ignoring my cries, my warnings, my apologies. That just shows how desperate I've become; I would have never apologized before.
All track of time I had was lost long ago. How long I've been here is a mystery. I have a very rough idea, judging by the ages of the people I once knew and now can only watch. Sakura's hair is still short and her forehead is still the same size, but she now sports a jounin attire. She looks more confidant when I see her, but her eyes all speak of fear and hatred.
Naruto's hair was a bit longer, but not by a lot. I never saw him when he was just lounging around; only in battle. He'd gotten much stronger. He'd gotten really handsome, too, as much as I hated to say it. He'd almost even with me in the looks department. Not that he could have ever surpassed me, though.
I tried talking to Naruto. He was either ignoring me, or couldn't hear me all together. I could understand if he hated me; hell, I'd be surprised if he hadn't. But even if his hatred was as strong as mine is… was for Itachi, then he would have probably still yelled at me. He never was one to take things silently.
We fought often. Well, I actually only watched, but we were still fighting. I always won, somehow. Even though each time, Naruto had improved by a notable amount. It was never enough, though. Not for the flames I spewed from my mouth, not for the sunset wheel that spun my eyes, not for light-speed throwing star. It just wasn't enough.
I didn't want to. Even though I had tried once, I hadn't succeeded. I could never do it. He was my most important person. He was the first person I felt I could trust since Itachi slaughtered my childhood. He was like… a brother. No, not a brother. That word makes me think of dark things and blood. More like… I don't know. He was more than a friend, but not a brother, if there's a name for that. I'm not sure what to call that feeling.
No matter how hard I tried, I kept slashing at Naruto, watching without blinking as the red water poured from him, colouring the dusty earth. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. I hate being weak; it was my goal to be the strongest. But now, more than ever, I was without strength. Ironic how I thought this would bring me power, not render me helpless.
I couldn't even stop my body from killing him. He died by my hand. He was crying, even though he had vowed never to do so. I could only watch as a long, foreign tongue slither out from my mouth with my yellow, snake-like eyes glimmering with insanity.