NARUTO POV
You see, here's the difference between you and me. You live your life thinking everything's going to be okay and then BAM reality suddenly hits you. There's no going back now. There's no discount, no credit cards, no food stamps, no paperclips NOTHING!Every action made was already recorded. Don't go looking for a rewind button because there is none. You're in deep. You know it. You breathe in it. You bathe it. You're soaked in it. So, what's the point reminiscing on the past when all there's left is emptiness? What's the point of holding on to hope and keeping faith when the memories were only an opposition of one self?
You see, I grew up in a household where you had to struggle to make a living. My parents had died in a midnight killing at a local club out, so through forester care I was handed over to my pops Jiraiya. I had little fore say on whom I choose to be my guardian, though even so I lived a pretty happy, normal childhood with him around. He truly made me happy.
After a while, I grew up becoming more prominent, more aware, and more self-observant. I went to school as much as I could. I did my work like I should. I kept up my grades. I attended in my school national sports competition and won the national prize for the best athlete in school. I could get any girl I want and my money wasn't cheap but for some odd reason I could still feel it, a feeling I'm all too familiar with...emptiness.
Ever since my parents died that feelings was always around, hunting me around the corner, stalking me in the streets. It was just waiting for me to slip up. It never ceases to end.
Now you're probably wondering, why I feel this way if my life is practically "perfect"." That's because it isn't. I let hatred consume me. I let what happened in the past drive me pass my expectation. Oh yes, it exceeded far greatly than any goal I've reached in my entire life. It scooped me into a higher different level.
My life seems to be in turmoil every time I close my eyes and all I see is darkness. I can never look at the world the same again. Not after that. Not after what happened to pops. That's right! Those sons of a bitch hospitalized him! The polices said they were investigating as much as they could but they found in the end nothing! Nothing! That's funny, they couldn't figure out the case with my parents either and now with my pops?
I marveled about the possible suspects who did this. It seemed to be all connected to my parents' death somehow. Even so, that was the last straw. I gave in to the feeling eventually and accepted it. After time past, I Concluded my pops and me needed protection from whoever were pulling the strings. So I went to the only reliable source I could think of. The gangs.