Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto!

I have warned you... there is character death!


There was a boy I met last year on my annual trip to Konoha. He was a teen, blond with beautiful blue eyes. I asked him what his dream or goal in his life was. He laughed at me. He told me that dreams and goals were two different things. He said that dreams were something you wished for, but something that didn't really matter. Goals, he continued, were things that you would strive to do. They would be the things that you would accomplish and throw your life away for. I then asked him for his name. It was Naruto Uzumaki. Before we parted ways, he told me his goal for his life. "I want to bring my precious friend back."

This year, when I returned to Konoha, I looked for the boy named Naruto Uzumaki. When I mentioned the boy, a pink haired female told me he had passed away. She gave me the directions to his grave. When I reached his resting spot, a black haired boy was kneeling next to it, sobbing. I asked him why he was crying. Then he told me his story. His name was Sasuke Uchiha. His family had been massacred by his brother when he was young. He wanted to avenge his family. It was his dream, he said. He had thrown everything else aside, even his friend that cared so much for him and held him dearly. "I hurt him numerous times, but he still came to bring me back, and it's because of this idiot friend of mine that I'm still here today." The boy left after wiping his tears away.

I stared at the grave. The name Naruto Uzumaki was engraved onto the stone. True to the blond child's words, he threw away his life, to get to his goal. Not because he was a fool, but because he loved. That blond child had loved Sasuke Uchiha.


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