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Summary: Naruto catches Sasuke dating someone behind his back. Now his completely heartbroken when Sasuke calls off their relationship. Thinking its his fault, Naruto tries to hurt himself in any way possible, till a certain angel or more likely a certain Hyuuga comes to pick up and mend his broken heart. Only by seeing his Naru-chan happy with someone else that Sasuke realizes his true feelings for him, will he be able to get his bright angel back or not?

Title: Rescue an Angel

Prologue...

Naruto's POV:

I can't believe it! Why did I have to see that? Can't I just play a lover's fool...can I just act blind with love? I really don't think I can take this at all. What...what if he...he...he leaves me and goes with...with ..her, then what? Am I really destined to be...to be alone in this place called world? Am I really meant to suffer for everything that had happened years ago. Was it really my fault... that this demon inside of me had caused so much sufferings and pains that I'm due to pay its ultimate price...a...a broken heart?

A young teenage boy with golden colored locks of hair and sky blue eyes ran blindly through the streets, heading to one particular place. Not caring who he was bumping into along the way, not caring to stop and apologize. Many of the villagers were quite angry and irritated with his actions that nobody bothered to look closely to what was really bothering to cause for the teen to act in such a way. Not one bothered to try and stop him, to ask him if he was okay or what was the matter. If they had looked closely, then maybe they would have noticed the streams of tears flowing from his graceful face.

Applying his ninja speed, Naruto was able to reach his intended destination at the same time successfully avoided the questioning looks that some of the villagers would have given him, if they saw the tears on his face. For you see, he was always the ever-so-happy-go-lucky of the Hidden Leaf village. Crying and all other emotions besides anger and hyper activeness was just completely out of the picture. But not this time, this time sad, confusion, and maybe even anger was clearly written all over his face. No smile or any of his usual trademark grins and bouncy self, completely taken over by painful and dark emotions.

Stopping in front of the place, he harshly rubbed the fabric of his orange coat to his eyes to wipe off the stray of tears dry, before looking up at the place that he now lives in. Remembering the original owner of the said place brought unwanted tears flowing once more through his eyes. Before, the Uchiha Mansion looked so inviting and lively when he and his supposed lover' Sasuke were still happy together living in this huge mansion, but now...it seems so dull as if its source of life was nearly completely sucked out of the place, leaving a dark cold chill about the place. After a few moments of just starring at the house, Naruto came in heading straight to the bedroom that he and Sasuke shared.

Just looking around the room, it reminded him so much about his love. He didn't want to be reminded by his love at all, at least not now that he had so much pain he can barely hang on with his sanity. Unable to hold back the threatening tears back, he just allowed them to flow as he began to lash out at everything and anything in the room. Bed sheets were flung all over the place, ripped pillows scattered as the feather stuffing's were floating all over the room. Hurriedly walking up to the dresser and side table, he began tossing and smashing anything he could get his hands on. Photographs, ornament glasses and even clothes and books also scrolls littered the room. The room looked completely ruined, He knew Sasuke would be really angry with him because of this huge mess, but right now...Naruto didn't really care at all, all he wanted to do was end the pain...end the aching pain in his heart. Walking barefoot through the glass littered room heading to the bathroom, not caring if he step on any glass shards at all.

Once he was in the bathroom, he slammed the door shut, nearly taking it apart from its hinges. Slowly turning to look at himself through the full length mirror, he felt so disgusted with himself...he couldn't stand the person looking back at him. Blinded by his anger that he literally punched the mirror, watching small shattered pieces came raining down in front of him. Not caring about his now bloody knuckles.

Why Sasuke?...why did you do it? Did I do something to upset you...that...that this is...this is some kind of punishment, for my wrong doings? I thought you love me...but I guess...I guess I was wrong! Leaning against the sink, he slowly slithered down above the broken glass. Not caring about the shards cutting through his skin with his weight pressure against them. Please, Sasuke...please tell what...what I did wrong? I don't want to loose you, please...

He slowly looked down at his bloody hands and arms, seeing as droplets of blood were already forming from the tiny cuts and scratches that he received earlier from his outburst of anger with his actions. Feeling a mysterious wave of pleasure as he continued to watch the crimson liquid flow out even more. Without thinking much, he lightly laid a finger over the cut and applied a bit of pressure as he pushed it against the cut, wincing in pain that immediately coursed through some parts of his body at he did so. Once it subsided, he then realized at how wonderful that feeling was, how it somehow...in its strange ways, was able to let him forget a bit of his aching pain. To him, he saw it as medicine to help him through the pain, that he became automatically addicted to it that he just wanted more and more.

He glanced around and saw a piece of broken glass shard, picking it up he then eyed it for a second or two then slowly pressed it against his skin and began running it over till a thin line that was quickly being covered by crimson liquid that was sipping through the cut and forming a trail in little droplets. Watching with fascination, but it soon came to an end, for he felt...NO! needed more, he then began cutting himself in different places all over his arms, soon his arm was now covered with blood that even the color of his once smooth flawless skin can hardly be seen.

Reminiscing on the pain as he allowed more of his precious life substance flow and flow out, soon forming a puddle around him. He felt nothing...no pain nor anger...no grief or sadness. His face was completely void off with no expression, one would see him through his once lively eyes how hollow and empty he really is. Like a doll that just continues living without purpose nor reason whatsoever. Soon, darkness took over him and he gladly accepted with open arms, wanting everything to end, at that instant he didn't notice someone was standing by the door. Looking at him blankly.

Well, what do you think, Okay?

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