He left. He didn't even care about them. He just got up, and left. The only thing he cared about was his avenging his family. It had been almost three years since he had left. Most everyone had gotten over it and had gone on with their lives. But he couldn't. He was still in shock. For almost three years he had done almost nothing. He rarely ate or drank. He trained only when he had to. And he never talked to anyone. His friends were worried about him. But they eventually left him alone. He didn't really consider them friends anyways. How could he? How could he consider anyone a friend? But he had once. A slightly taller black haired boy with sharingan in both his eyes, he had called him friend. Maybe not to his face, but deep down, underneath everything he had, he did. His closest friend. The one who he thought he understood and ho understood him in return.
But as with human beings, they stab you in the back at sometime or other. And so it was. He lived, barely. He breathed. He ate and drank, rarely. He trained, hardly. He simply existed. As if he had nothing to live for. Nothing could make him live again. He was shaken out of his thoughts when a soft voice called out his name. His hearing was as sharp as ever. Even sharper so he could hear when people were coming and quietly leave without their knowing.
"Naruto." It was more of a statement then a question or exclamation. She simply stood there, her dark hair falling down, covering her blank, white-eyes. She knew that he needed to do something. Something had to be done to bring back to the land of the living. Oh, he wasn't in a coma yet. Or even near death. But she knew that if he continued this much longer, then he would be. She called out gently again.
"Naruto. Come with join us. We would like to talk to you." She tilted her head so that she could see his expression without him seeing hers. His eyes devoid of any motion looked blankly at her. She had the tiniest of smiles on her pale pink lips.
"Well, we would like to spend time with you. Or we can talk and you can listen." She knew he would do that. She shouldn't have said talk, but it was normal for people to talk when with others. She also knew that would never talk. He hadn't talked since everyone had found out that he had left. It was known throughout the village, that when he had heard the news he stood rooted to the ground and then took off faster than humanly possible. Of course, no one ever said he was human. The children and students thought he was and were cruel to him because their parents were. The parents knew the truth. They blamed Naruto for him leaving.
"No one would want to be team mates with trash like you, demon scum!" Various other insults had followed him wherever he went. The children thought their parents called him demon because he had no parents and was therefore unnatural. They picked up the habit. Soon, it came that everyone but his fellow genins and his sensei knew his name.