Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from that manga/anime series.
As the cold steel of the shuriken blade whistled past my ear,
I sat, stunned.
I turned around, and saw the one who threw the deathly weapon.
I knew him many a moon ago, when we were but children.
He had changed a lot since then. I could see it in his eyes.
Eyes that once were the windows into his pure soul,
Are now filled with such hatred and a longing for power that isn't even human.
But still, I can still see the real him inside, deep inside, trapped.
I cannot help him, I know of no way.
And the one who gave him this power is to blame.
He should be the one to suffer.
Suffer for what he did to the village, its people and, the many people he "chose".
They were the ones chosen to take the suffering, the burdens and, the pain.
And now, even now, as I see the glint of his sword,
I think back to when we were kids having fun.
I am now moments from my end, if only he could recognise me, remember me, and forget him, I can only hope I'm not too late.
Or am I?
This is the end of my first story, I hope you liked it.