Tobari-chan: Um... This might be a bit depressing if you're stupid.
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I was truly the best actor ever. Everyday I watched them, observing what they thought I would do and acted out random scenes for them, playing the idiotic character who was going to get himself killed oneday. Everyday I felt their scorn. Everyday a piece of me died. But everyday I just kept playing my role, the happy-go-lucky Uzumaki Naruto.
And I hated it. I hated them. I could tell most of them hated me also. Good. I hope they kill me. Because then I won't have to deal with the shit they put me through: the torment, pain, and suffering dished out to me again and again, over and over, in a never ending cycle. Today my perfectly happy mask had almost been broken. Almost. They almost got a glimpse of the real Naruto. The sad Naruto. The utterly depressed Naruto. They almost got a glimpse of the real me.
And I hated them for that. Especially one Hatake Kakashi. If only for a brief second, he had seen the real me. I know he had. He'd had his Sharingan eye open to the world at the time.
If you're curious as to why, let me tell you.
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We had been battling a group of missing-nins for quiet some time. I had a play to put on for my audience, so I stupidly threw the first kunai. I perposely missed, knowing that it would fit my character. Sasuke-kun shouted an insult at me. Yes, I called him Sasuke-kun. I don't really consider him my rival. In fact, I almost respected him.
And that baka Sakura backed him up, while taking on a random nin that attacked her. Yeah. Baka. I hate her so much. I hope she dies in the hospital from her wounds getting infected... Was that too harsh? Oh well. Who cares. I certainly don't.
Anyways... Back to the 'oh so hard' fight. Yeah right. Hard. I could've defeated all those nin without their help. I'm that good. If I wasn't acting I would have passed the Chuunin exams and I would already be a Jounin.
Wait. Didn't I just say I was getting back to the fight? I swear I have A.D.D sometimes. Well then.
Sasuke attacked one of the nins, and Kakashi lifted up his forehead protecter to reaveal the Sharingan.
There. Now you know why he saw through my mask.
Just to summerize the whole fight... Blah blah blah, I throw another kunai and miss yet again, blah blah blah, Sasuke kills two of the nin, blah blah blah, Kakashi kills the rest with me getting in the way, blah blah blah, we take Sakura to the hospital, blah blah blah.
Happy now?
Thought so. Okay with that out of the way...
Right now I'm sitting up in my apartment, if you can call it that, staring at the fresh cuts on my wrist. I swear I'm addicted to cutting. I feel Kyubi's chakra begin to heal the wounds and I watched disinterested as the cuts immediately stop bleeding and heal over, not even leaving any scars.
It had happened many times before. I sigh and pick up my razor, and walk into the kitchen to wash it and my hands of the blood. I hate Kyubi. Then again I hate a lot of things.
I wonder what Hatake is telling Tsunade-sama about me right now.
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"But I saw it with my Sharingan. He looked extremely depressed." Kakashi banged his fist down on Tsunade's desk forcefully, glaring at her through his visable blue eye.
"I don't care, unless you have real proof or I see it for myself, there's nothing I can do, Kakashi!" Tsunade growled back at him and pointed to the door, "Now get out! I have too much paper work to be arguing with you! Besides, Naruto doesn't seem like the type of kid that would be depressed!"
"But-!"
"OUT!"
Kakashi winced at the tone of her voice, and finally gave in. "Fine." With a few quick hand seals, Kakashi disappeared with a poof.
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Kakashi punched the tree infront of him, causing it to break and fall in two. "I don't see why they won't believe me!" He muttered as he threw several kunai into the tree standing next to the newly demolished one. He did a couple hand seals and soon there were three other Kakashi's surrounding him. They went into a defensive state as Kakashi ridded of them, too, leaving only little logs in their places.
"He has a perfectly good reason to be sad." He grunted, throwing more weapons at a clone of himself.
"Jeeze, Kakashi-sensei, I never pictured you a masochist!" The cheery voice of the teen he had just spoken about to the Hokage broke through his training session and Kakashi turned around to stare into the happy face of Naruto.
He's faking it. Kakashi whispered to himself. "How long have you been standing there?" Kakashi asked while retrieving the various weapons around him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Naruto shrug and stuff his hands into his pockets.
"Almost as long as you. I saw you training and decided to come over!" Naruto grinned cheekily at him and leaned against a tree. "I didn't think it was very nice to practically chop down that tree over there, even if you were training and all." Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, and his other hand itched towards his copy of Icha Icha Paradise so he could observe Naruto without the teen knowing.
"Sorry."
Then again, if Naruto was faking happiness, he could fake being weak also, right?
Kakashi had no idea how right he was.
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The stupid bastard was playing dumb, like he didn't see behind my mask. I know he did. He was even just talking about it.
"Oh well, It'll grow back, right?" I said, giving him the perfect chance to whip out his porn. I know he didn't actually read it. He just pretended to. I could feel his eyes, or rather eye, on me now. It's not like he was going to catch anything interesting like what he had seen before.
"It'll take a while, but yes, it will. Just like everything does."
I turn away from him and walk over the bridge, heading towards the Ramen shop. I actually hate ramen. Every night I have to throw up because of my character's habit of inhaling mass quantities of it. That stuff is gross. He follows me, still pretending to read his little book where blonde bimbos dance for elite ninja and they have sex and fuck each other senselessly. Disgusting.
Along the way, I make rather loud comments, all of them extremely stupid sounding and yelled in an annoying voice accompanied by an equally annoying grin. But Hatake still doesn't give in and ask why I've been acting my whole life, faking everything just for the 'grateful' citizens of Konoha. I wonder why he acts so patient with me.
He probably wants to rip my head off by the time we sit down to eat at the Shop. But still he sits, watching me from the corner of his eye. I feel sick with the first bowl of ramen inhaled by my unwilling mouth. I force it down and somehow manage to eat five more bowls. Now I feel as if I'm going to burst. Oh yeah, I'm gonna spend a lot of time puking tonight.
How troublesome, to use Shikamaru's words.
After I'm done with forcing myself to eat the nasty ramen, Hatake willingly pays for me and I manage to shout a loud thanks without hurling all over the bastard. Ewwww I feel soo sick. I pat my tummy, and I feel the small pillow I stuffed under my annoying orange clothing to make myself look kinda fat. In fact, I'm quite muscley. I have a six-pack, really. But Hatake doesn't need to know that, does he?
Nope. He doesn't need to know anything real about me. "So, Kakashi-sensei, How's Sakura-chan?" I say. Yes... How's the evil conniving bitch? His eye crinkles a little in a smile, but I can tell it's forced.
"She's doing just fine, although one of her wounds, the largest one, got infected." YES! Kami be praised! If I'm lucky she'll die a most painful death while no one is around so save her! "But the medic-nins were able to clean it." God damnit. Why! Why couldn't she die, Kami! Fine then, fuck you, Kami. I don't need your ass anways.
"Oh, I'm so glad! Because if she died I wouldn't be able to marry her one day!" Fuck that. Like hell I wanted to marry her. I don't even like girls that much. Ahh.. Again I praise myself on my acting skills.
"Ah... Naruto, there's something I've been wanting to ask you... About the mission we took earlier." Hatake said, looking me straight in the eye, his voice deadly serious. I grin and lean forward in my seat, hopping up and down with eagerness. I was totally in character now.
"Yeah, I'm all ears, Kakashi-sensei!" Ugh. I already knew what he was going to ask.
"I saw something on your face... I believe it was sadness." He obviously had a bad way with words. Probably came from reading so much of Jiraiya's porn. I mean, really. Describing a chicks hair as 'piss colored'? What the hell. (A/N: I got that from another fic which I almost forgot about. Thank you whoever wrote that!) "Tell me.. why were you so depressed, Naruto-kun?" Naruto-kun? Jeeze, he's really layin' it on thick.
Oooo. Seems like I don't have to answer. Hurray for Neji's interruption. Oh, but wait. Doesn't he have the Byakuugan? Hatake could always ask him to use it on me. Hm... Never thought of that. Oh well. Hyuuga probably wouldn't agree anyways. I grinned and winked at Hatake, then shouted a 'hey' at Hyuuga.
The night went on, I went home and barfed, I fell in love with the girl next door, and Happy ever after.
If you believed that you're dumb as shit.
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Throughout the next day I spent my time wandering the town, for once wearing something other than my orange jumpsuit.. thing. Today I had decided on letting the village see a little more of the real me. Maybe I was too harsh on them. Maybe I'm making a mistake.
Today I didn't spike my hair and instead let it fall around my head in layers. I wore a red wife beater, and a pair of black baggy gothic pants with bandages wrapped around my right knee, with the pack of kunai strapped around that.
Can you imagine that I actually got a few lusty stares?
Wooo... Maybe I'd get lucky. Wait. I don't like girls. They're all whiney and they like Sasuke-kun to much to abandon him for me. Speak of the devil, there he is! And, wait... Is that a pair of bedroom eyes on his face? And directed at -mwah-? Gasp. No! Oh, how the mighty hath fallen. Hell must've frozen over! Pigs must be flying! I must've been claimed to not actually have the Kyubi inside of me!
Like that would ever happen. And then there Sasuke is, eyeing me lustfully. Oh hey.. a tent. Aww. He's blushing!
Psh. That must be embarrasing.
I wave energetically and grin, shouting a loud 'Hey Sasuke-teme!' before I practically skip over to him. Once there, I can tell he's avoiding my eyes. Instead he stares at my nose, my cheekbones, or my forehead. Maybe I shouldn't have brought him back from Orochimaru if he was just gonna stand there and be depressed or whimpy. But no.. My stupid character had to pledge his love for the bitch Haruno and vow to bring Sasuke back.
Sigh. Things just keep getting worse and worse. Now he's stuttering like an idiot. Like one of his fangirls. Like Hinata Hyuuga. I don't like her much... But I respect her. She gave it her all during the chuunin exams. She deserved recognition. I guess I did too, or atleast my character did.
Alright, during my blabbering, Sasuke has seemed to regain himself and is now glaring at me again. I can still see the lust behind the glare though. Ooo... maybe I could use him to my advantage! I can take over Konoha! No, I don't want to do that. They're all to stupid. And I'm supposed to be a good guy, right? Right.
I can probably just use him to get laid. But would I really want that? No. He's stupid and power hungry. Just because of his brother. But man is his brother hot. It would really be a pity for him to die. I mean, he's like sex on legs! (A/N: Also from another fic, called Not Old Enough.) Sasuke is just a quicky on legs.
Hah. I made a funny. Oops, I guess I was so caught up in the moment of me actually laughing with myself instead of at myself, I missed an important part of the conversation where I'm supposed to be extremely loud and start a fight with Sasuke. My bad. Now he's looking at me weird.
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Tobari-chan: Naruto-kun sounds EVIL. Well.. anyways... bye! Reviews are much appreciated! Btw, I don't even know why I posted this as Tobari... I'm changing my PenName soon to Lost Demon Kunoichi... So... whatever.
