Hiya! This short story is myfirst actual story, it's about how Naruto feels when the one thing he relies on fails him.
Disclaimer: I own Nar-...ummm, actually no, i don't. Huh? What'dya know about that then?
The Star Of Hope
In the middle of the night there is a star. A single, brightly shining star. It is my hope. It appears every night without fail. If there are clouds it will peek round the corner to blink at me, if only for a second, just to reassure me it's still there. It is the only constant in my life. It has appeared before me every night ever since I can remember. It has seen me through good and bad, the horrible treatment from the villagers and my best friends betrayal. No one in my life has ever stayed, they've all left me eventually, even though they promised me they wouldn't. They're all liars.
So here I am standing here this clear night and I'm looking out for my star, but it isn't there. I tell myself not to panic, but I can feel my heart rapidly beating in my chest and my breath becomes uneven and comes in short gasps, the blood is pounding in my ears and I can't hear, can't see, can't smell, can't feel anything but this burning pain in my chest that threatens to consume me. I can feel my soul leave my body, shattered and broken to the point that it is irreparable, and with it, it takes my very life, leaving behind nothing but a broken heart and mind that is set on replay, showing me everything that has ever been said and done to me, breaking my heart over and over again until I can feel nothing but agonising pain.
And up above the little star wept for the boy who had become an empty shell of pain, leaving no trace of the boy who had stood there not an hour before. It wept for being the one that had caused the one it treasured so dearly, to be in so much pain. It had come a moment too late and when it had got there, the boy couldn't see it for the pain that had caused his eyes to become glassy and lifeless like a dolls. And so, slowly, the star died too, and the boy never noticed the way the star he held so dear vanished from the sky and became a lifeless rock.
A boy and a star, so precious, so alike till the very end as a shell and rock, so alike, yet so heartbreakingly dead.