Just a thought I had, thought I'd publish it to . And I had so many ideas before writing this…and once I begun, all I could write was a couple hundred words. Well, anyways, its pretty depressing and boring. I'm not even expecting a review from this, but still, they are appreciated. And check out my other story if you have time! And vote on the poll on my profile. That's it for now! Read and enjoy!
The sky was dark. Rain fell down from every corner of the night. And nothing was left under it.
The old Konoha was destroyed, now nothing but mere rubble and stones, debris and trash, as Akatsuki had destroyed every last bit of it. No one had survived the unbelieveable attack.
Except for one young, 15 year old Naruto Uzumaki.
The village burned, along with the bodies of the hundreds of Konohagakure Shinobi and civilians. No building had been spared, and the Hokage Tower was now nothing but a pile of wood, soon to be nothing, burning into mere ashes.
The Hokage Monument, the faces of the 5 Hokages of Konoha, were all destroyed beyond repair.
Naruto stood at the edge of Konoha, overlooking the city, as if he were its guardian, its watcher, its protector.
He paid respects to each and every person there – the Hokage, Tsunade, and each one of his friends – including every civilian in Konoha. After making the whole place a kind of make-shift grave for them all, he left in the night, leaving behind nothing more than an empty field and many, many dead bodies.
The end. Boring right?