So first story
Tanks to anyone who reads this and reviews this :D
Warning: (Sasunaru) could be seen as friendship...
Disclaimer: You probably guessed but... Naruto does not belong to me xD...
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I stand alone.
I've done so much.
I've killed so many people.
I've watched even more die.
So why am I crying.
Why does it hurt so much.
What is the difference.
Killing Sakura didn't hurt.
Watching Karin die didn't hurt.
Seeing Kakashi pass away didn't hurt.
Hearing Suigetsu and Juugo wouldn't return didn't hurt.
Knowing Konaha was destroyed and abandoned didn't hurt.
Even itachi, Even finding out the truth about itachi didn't hurt...
Not like this. None of that hurt like this.
What is the difference.
Why am I so weak.
Why am I on my knees crying on his body.
Why does this hurt so much.
How could he be so important to me.
Still, after all this time.
How come I can't let him go.
After all the trouble
True, he has done much for me.
But I never asked him, did I?
All I asked for was to be left alone, but he didn't leave me.
He kept coming back for more.
I warned him.
I told him I wasn't coming back.
And besides where to should I come back to.
I've destroyed Konoha.
I've killed most of the people.
Some escaped. I don't care.
I didn't come for them.
They were just in the way.
Sure i felt bad about it.
But it wasn't like this.
I've done all that.
And even now the usuratonkachi believed I could just turn around.
Forget everything.
Return to what I'd destroyed.
There is no Konoha anymore.
There are no Konoha shinobi alive anymore.
There are no Konoha villagers alive anymore.
Only those who abandoned the village.
But those aren't villagers anymore.
Konoha doesn't exist anymore.
It is nothing more than a memory now.
And still the dobe thought he could take me back.
I had my revenge.
And still he considered me a friend.
He lost all his precious people.
Because of me.
I'd killed them all.
It hurt him.
Like this hurt me.
I can understand now.
And still he hadn't come to kill me.
He'd come to take me home.
As always.
And we fought.
As always.
But now i'm on my knees.
Crying.
Feeling hurt.
Feeling lost.
Feeling lonely.
I'd never thought it hurt this way.
Never thought it could hurt this way.
I knew it would hurt.
He was the reason I've never killed myself.
The reason I believed I could kill Itachi.
And after I'd done that,
The reason I believed I could destroy Konoha.
How ironic.
Because of him I could do it.
The thing he detested the most.
Revenge.
If it wasn't for him
I would've given up long ago.
Because of him, and his: "Way of a ninja"
I believed i could do it.
And I have.
And now he's dead.
Now I have nothing to live for.
Now I have had revenge.
The village is gone.
I have no place to return to.
I have noone to return to.
I have nothing left in this world.
In a way, I've destroyed it all.
What I had, and what i might have had.
I guess after everything, he was the one it was all about.
The only one I left alive in the village.
So I had something in this world.
Something to live for
no matter how cruel it was.
I now understand his pain.
This pain.
To him, sakura and kakashi were probably just as important.
But he forgave me.
I don't know why.
I don't know how.
If someone else would have killed him
I'd done anything to kill that man.
But he forgave me.
And I killed him.
He was right all along;
They all were.
You can't achieve anything with revenge.
All that's left is a hollow feeling.
Konoha is no longer here.
How proud I felt when i was done.
How horrible I feel now.
How does he do it.
Make my feelings change.
Always.
I killed the hokage.
I killed the shinobi.
I killed the elders.
I killed most of the villagers.
I destroyed Konoha.
And I was proud.
And then he came.
To what was left of Konoha.
And he said he forgave me.
And I killed him.
My closest friend.
All along.
The whole time.
He was sad for me when I went to orochimaru.
To train. To become stronger.
He was happy for me when i defeated Itachi.
To get my revenge. To fullfill Itachi's stupid lie.
He felt devastated when he found out the thruth.
To know i wouldn't come back. To know he would have to fight me.
He was with me all the time.
Through the bond we shared.
Through the bond I thought I had destroyed.
Through the bond I now see i wasn't even close to destroying.
And now he is gone.
My closest friend.
His voice still echo's throught my voice.
"I'll never give up"
"I don't go back on my word"
"That's my way of a ninja"
"I'll definitely become hokage someday"
"Can someone who can't even save one of his friends become hokage?"
I can still remember that day.
The day I thought he had replaced me.
The first time i felt hurt in three years.
Not like this, but still, hurt.
Should I have realized it then.
Should I have stopped then.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I didn't stop.
I didn't realize.
No matter my words.
I still cared.
Still cared for the dobe.
Enough, over and over,
To not kill him.
To not stop thinking about him.
I believed Itachi's lie.
I didn't believe his True.
And now it's to late.
Now I stand alone.
Where once was Konoha.
A memory.
I stand alone amid of the chaos.
Amid of the bodies.
But there's only one that matters.
Really matters.
His.
I should have stopped.
Stopped after seeing the hurt of leaving Konoha.
Stopped after seeing the result of my revenge on Itachi.
Stopped after seeing the trouble he went through.
Stopped after seeing the fate he put in me.
I just should have stopped.
Gomenasai, Naruto.
Because it was his body, over which I was crying.
His blond looks. His hitai-ate clamped in my hand.
His cold hand in my other hand. His chest where my head lay on.
His closed blue eyes, who just moments ago where looking in mine.
His orange color, which was now splattered with red. His blood, Mine blood.
His life, and now my life too.
See you soon, Naruto.
I put on his hitai-ate, as last respect to him.
I take his hand with a kunai in it.
My hands are shaking.
But in moments i will see him again.
For in this world there is nothing left for me.
I place the kunai over my heart.
Both hands on them. Over naruto's hand.
I look at his face, a last time.
See you soon, Naruto.
Red blood runs across our hands.
It drips on his face.
On his cheek.
One drip.
Two drips.
Three drips.
My vision is blurring.
One last look on his face.
He smiles.
Even now.
I hope... Naruto
That you can forgive me this.
Everything is fading.
Disappearing. Going black.
I feel myself falling on him.
I feel myself smiling.
Just like him.
Just like Uzumaki Naruto.