One Question
Co-written with darkspiritelf
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters.
Do you wish for me to die? Naruto asks this one question in complete seriousness to every person that he meets. To those who belittle, glare, spit or hit him. Do you wish for me to die? It's not like he wants them to say yes or no, but he can't seem to help but ask. He's never told anyone but on the wall of his apartment, behind a poster on ramen he keeps count. He carves tally marks into the wall with a rusty kunai he had pulled out of his arm. The tally shows four versus two-hundred and twelve, with the four representing the people who want him to live and the other marks portraying those who would be partial to Naruto's death…often attempting to 'take care of him' themselves.
As he grew older the townsfolk forgot about Naruto's single question and consequently their own answer. But the child never forgot even as he ran out of people to ask. So he watches, he watches those who had hurt him and he became someone that was impossible to ignore. Laughing loudly to avoid crying, smiling widely to keep from glaring and always moving so as to not get caught. But he remembers, he remembers and he waits.
