Prelude
It started with a friendship. Everyone thought it was perfect, but things began to interfere. Lies. Cheating. Backstabbing. Betrayal. Many key factors come to play, otherwise I would have no tale to tell. The heart is so easily manipulated that it is sickening. Emotions are easily stimulated, so how do you know what is real or not? Love is confused with lust. Jealousy with envy. Hatred with wrath. By the end of this tour into the heart, maybe you will learn something. Then again, maybe not.
Are you open to change, or are you insecure about everything around you? Can you keep up with the pace, or will you miserably stumble behind. Can you be trusted, or would you rather break others to fulfill yourself? Questions that cannot be answered without a lie being mixed in somewhere…It is pitiful, but it cannot be helped. Why not, you ask? How can you fix what you cannot see? How can you break what is already shattered? You cannot, and accepting it is just as hard as denying it.
Wounds. Some heal. In fact, most do heal. But the deepest wounds are the ones that can never be seen. It is what drives us into the hell known as depression. It triggers either homicidal or suicidal thoughts. Which is worse? That is for you to decide. Or is it? Do you have that right? It started with a friendship. It ended in death.
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I am Naruto. I shall leave it at that, for my quiet childhood is of no importance. My life up until now has been…insignificant. I had not an extravagantlife, but living quietly and retaining my unknown status was what I strived for. At least, it used to be. Dreams. Dreams that are unfulfilled are all too common, but are all too heartbreaking. This is my story. Or was. It is nothing, but then again, is something in and of itself. How? Ours is not to question why.
My tale will begin in a place called Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. At nineteen years of age, I was a well-built young man, whose self-esteem was just as big as his ego. I was never the social one, but I had my share of friends. I had virtually everything I needed, but still wanted more. Selfish, yes, but I never had much self-discipline.
I also had quite a short fuse. A fighting spirit. A low tolerance for fools. Not a very good combination, eh? Such an attitude was what got me sucked into a lot of difficult situations. Pride. Everyone has at least a little. It is what keeps us from making complete and total fools out of ourselves, but at the same time, it causes us to do just that. Ironic, yes, but you will be surprised at how false the truth may seem.
Of course, all this knowledge means nothing if you are too ignorant to look into it. But enough small talk. Here is where my story shall unfold…
A/N: Well, I'm going to take a shot at a serious story while I get ideas for Pokemon in a Nutshell/Nuthouse. For those who have read my other stories, you know where I stand about reviews. And for those that haven't….REVIEW OR I SHALL EAT YOUR BABIES! Have a nice day, friends!
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