Ok, my will to have Ventus join me in my family of one-shots is, once again, put off to another time. So yes it's another multi chaptered Naruto centered fic. Only this time around he's gone a little emo on us.

Well, we'll see how this turns out. We hope you like it, and as always, please review. It means a lot to us.

Chapter 1: Enough

"It's not enough."

A boy said in a huff while pacing in a small, dark room.

"What's not enough?"

A sigh, a hand indicating the room, the two boys, the bed. "This, all of this. I…I just can't…we can't…" A deep breath, eyes close tightly and reopen in an attempt to calm down.

"Don't do this. Please. You, we have come too far to pull the plug now. You can't decide to stop the second it gets tough. You made me get attached! You promised…you can't back out now! Not when I love you!"

The raven kneeled in front of the one sitting on the bed, putting them face to face. He cupped his cheek and wiped away the tears of anger that marred his beautiful face. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"

A cry escaped the blonde's mouth and he brought his knees to his chest, vicious sobs racking his body. The taller boy stood up and walked through the door, sending one last look to what he had given up. As he strode to his own home silent and cold, the sound of his lover's pain rang loudly in his ears.

Pity. It was the worst feeling in the world. In his short life, he had gotten looks of anger, rage, hate and contempt in the eyes of his neighbors, amusement in those of strangers, affection and respect in his friends' and even love in dark endless orbs. But he could not stand the glint of pity or the glances of sympathy thrown at him. He barely contained himself from throwing up when chocolate brown eyes checked him over or when calloused hands patted him softly on the back. The blonde teenager shook his head and stared at his lap. Bright orange filled his gaze as his fists clenched around the rough material.

The jumpsuit, rumpled and dirty, was a symbol of all that had happened. As he watched it, memories shot at him from a hidden alcove of his mind. He saw himself in that particular article of clothing, his cheerful foxy smile, and his never ending determination. He saw his life. He saw glares of contempt. A scream tore at his throat as he ripped the fabric to shreds. Tears escaped his tightly shut eyes and he sobbed weakly as he rocked slowly back and forth.

Blue eyes opened slowly as their owner groaned loudly. He tiredly pushed himself up, trudging towards his bathroom. Dried tears left streaks down his cheeks, dark bags lined his eyes and his pale face was taut. Naruto looked exhausted. Tears started to gather in his eyes again as he remembered the cause of his ragged appearance. He quickly shook his head and splashed ice cold water onto his face. After brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower he headed back to his room, a little more aware.

As he opened his closet door to find his usual orange jumpsuit he remembered the previous night. He quickly went to the foot of his bed and his eyes widened as he took in the tattered clothing. A sigh left his mouth and he went back to his cupboard. He took out baggy black pants and a dark blue t-shirt. He slipped on his worn sandals and picked up his hitai-ate. He stared at it thoughtfully. A single tear escaped him before he could restrain himself. He slipped the cloth around his forehead and left his apartment, too numb to muster a smile, fake as it may be.

A slight breeze blew on the treetops, leaves fluttering to the ground. A boy with hair darker than the night and matching eyes and a girl with emerald orbs and cherry blossom hair with a matching name sat side by side on a bridge. The girl's head rested peacefully on the boy's shoulder. Whereas she had a blissfully happy expression on her face, giggles escaping her full lips every once in a while, his face was vacant, almost completely void of all life. Yet were you to gaze deeply into the pools of black, you would perceive a hint of sorrow and maybe even regret.

Naruto looked downwards as he walked soundlessly towards the pair. He begged to any listening deity to get Kakashi to come early. He sat, knees drawn to his chest, quite far away from his teammates. As he drifted off in thought he missed the concerned glance that the dark haired boy threw him.

An hour and a half later, Kakashi appeared in a burst of smoke, expecting screams and accusations. The sight that greeted him was the last thing he expected. Sakura and Sasuke were cuddled against a tree trunk, happily snoozing. Naruto however sat on the other side of the bridge, his gaze lost in sea beneath. Worry took over the grey haired man as he watched his most vibrant student become dull.

Konoha's sun was turning to shadow.