The rain splattered on the windows. Splish, Split, Splish.
'Another boring damn day, how fucktastic!'
Sarcasm was in the mind of the now thirteen years old. His Blonde hair looked dull and laid flat. He wasn't wearing his head band so it was just shaggy. He was sitting on his simple bed, in his crappy apartment, low-wage pay surprisingly brought ends together.
After one month of looking through trash for food, washing his clothes in the local stream, and not even using electricity at all. He manged to buy a bookbag, kunais, and some ramen. It wasn't his fault that they all hated him.
Shit, even he would hate him, would he? Through out all the years, he didn't really thought that. Was he that dangerous? He was just a normal person with a shitload of chakra.
He lazily walked to the bathroom and faced himself, the one that everyone feared, the one that everyone hated. Without thinking the mirror broke, the pieces shattered were fringed with blood.
He opened his eyes, his fist was stuck in a web of reflective glass.
You should see yourself,
When will you grow up?
Every knob you twist on that machine
is like a crutch.
Yes, he was dangerous. Any more glares, any more hatred, no more fucking love, he could break down.
No one cared, except for few. Don't they care? Why the fuck not?!!
He wore a mask that was easily breaking down, all the hatred was eroding it, shredding it by piece by piece.
But I was just the fool,
You've been waiting for,
Who says we can't touch
ourselves to keep from getting bored?
Nothing else is touching, that's for sure.
He shoved a black hoodie with a spiral on the right arm over his head.
And hastily put on jeans, studded belts comforted the teen's hips.
A ring around the roses.
Everybody poses,
Threats and then backs down,
The second you put clothes on.
He walked to the legendary Training Ground 7, he walked in the exact middle, where the memorial stone was.
He saw his former sensei. The scarecrow just stood there. Remembering the people he couldn't save.
"So this is where you go for like three hours?"
Kakashi turned his head and saw his student without wearing orange.
"What's it to you?" Kakashi turned to the memorial.
Uzumaki Naruto walked where his sensei was and was beside him. It was quiet between them. The rain was drizzling.
Split, Splish, Split.
A ring around the roses,
Everybody knows it.
I'll sing your fears
If, you sing my neurosis.
In the blonde's mind he knew his sensei didn't want him to be there. It reminded Kakashi about THEM.
"I hate you, Naruto. You remind me of THEM."
He was right the whole time. People were so easy to read these days. His old crush that was so focused on his "so-called" brother. Who always thought that HE was annoying. His "so-called" brother almost left the damn village..
'I GOT NO FUCKING THANK YOU! FROM NO ONE!! NOT EVEN THAT PINK BITCH! NOR THAT SCARCROW BASTARD!!'
His mask started to fall. After thirteen years, his hardwork was gone. Nobody loved him. He was like some bastard child.
Kakashi turned around and walked away and he never looked back.
'So this is the thanks I get? The thanks for trying to save the village, bringing back Sasuke for Sakura, Kakashi, and the rest of the village. For bringing Tsunade, the Godaime and saving Sakura and Sasuke from Gaara. So this is the thanks I get, I see how it is.'
It started to rain again. Heavier then ever.
'Hah, how great. It's raining at the right time. What is this? Some gay soap opera or melodramatic drama? Hah, I forgot. My life was always a drama. Obvious yet still shocking.'
He did what he swore he wouldn't ever do.
He fell on his knees and cried.
'I Kissed the Rain.'
OWARI!!
Okay kids, sorry with all the cursing and the kakashi bashing. I'm sorry, but I was walking in rain when this story came out from one of the rain drops. It slowly formed but was full when I got home.
Do you like it?
if so, i'll extend it.
oh and that song
the ring around the roses, everybody poses, etc...
is "A Ring Around the Roses" By: The Dresden Dolls.
listen to it, it's pretty gnarly..
alright REVIEW!!!
and thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!!
Written and Edited by: SHARON SPLENDID!!!