It was so natural to close his eyes, see him and Sasuke sitting down on the edge of the forest the overlooked the village. To pretend the fiery red that blazed the sky was a sunset, and the weight in his hand was the Uchiha's. Their fingers intertwined, delicate smiles on their faces as the wind ruffled his spiky sun-kissed hair.
But Naruto opened his eyes and saw reality. He stood overlooking the village, his home, the fiery red of flames blazing through Konoha. The weight of a sword, dripping blood from his best friend, with his fingers wrapped around its hilt tightly. The screams of terror as the village died.
And the one who was hated by it, blinked. Then he walked away, leaving the strongest ninja village of the Five Great Nations, in ruins. Smiling, as he hummed an unknown tune.
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To clear up any confusion, Naruto destroyed Konoha. And killed Sasuke. Nuf' said. Now, Flame away, O ye of flamey wrath[-Hides and waits-
