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My Terrible Vice
(Naruto's POV)
I am sitting in the graveyard and staring at the small grave in front of me.
Here Lies
Minato Uzumaki Namikaze II
How long have I been sitting here, hoping that I will wake up with a bad hangover and see my son.
My son...
Do I really deserve to call him that?
I was never a real father to him and I never never really treated him as a son.
He was an only child, his Mother was Hinata Namikaze.
During our time together I had become a drunk.
My wife put up with me for a very long time. Eventually she just could not take it anymore.
She had left me quite a long time ago.
I am afraid to contact her. She will blame me for what happened, for what I had done.
If she had just stayed then maybe...
no, this is all my fault. There is no point in trying to blame anyone else but me.
I had been an alcoholic, almost all my money went to some sort of liquor. After she left it wasn't enough, I needed more. I forced my own son out onto the streets and beg for money, when he did not bring enough I would beat him. How many times had I beat him? I was drunk most of the time so I don't even know.
He never complained he just did his best to get me money for booze. On a cold winter night he came into the house and he told me
"Dad...I'm...I'm sorry but I couldn't get any money please don't beat me. I tried my hardest I was out all day I'm tired, I'm cold, and I'm hungry...please."
At that time all I heard was I couldn't get money. I beat him, for who knows how long. He was bruised and bleeding. I was telling him things no father should tell his son.
In the end I told him if he could not get more money I was no longer his father, and this was no longer his home, and that he should leave. I saw him cry for the first time, I had never seen him cry even when I beat him. I grabbed the poor child and I threw him out the house. I began drinking again until both sleep and liquor consumed me.
I awoke to the sound of birds and the sun on my face. I slowly got to my feet, I looked around and headed for his room. I wondered where the hell he was since he was not in his room. I made my self some food and headed out to buy more liquor.
I still remember that day like if it had just happened a few minutes ago.
When I opened the door there was my boy on the floor, he was so pale.
I fell to my knees, I shook his arm hoping he would wake up.
I tried to speak, but no words would come out.
I held him to my chest, tear started to form in my eyes.
I noticed his clenched hand, I pried it open and found enough money for a bottle of beer.
How long had he been out here, knocking?
Abandoned
Cold
Hungry
Never letting go of the money he had begged for.
I was crying, I had lost my wife and now I had lost my son forever.
I screamed
People had started coming out of their homes. They would stare wide eyed and point.
I don't know what happened from there it was like a blur.
Now I'm sitting here staring at the small grave,
in my hand I have the last amount of money he begged for.
Maybe this is what I get for being a drunkard
It cost me my wife
It cost me my son
It was all my fault and I can never get them back.
Hope you like this story. It was my first so it will not be great.
I do not own Naruto, and I based this story on the Song "Dos Monedas".
Hope you enjoy this story and I will hopefully enjoy future stories.