He was no god.
He once thought he was. He once thought that no other being that walked on this earth could ever hope of touching him. He once thought that no matter how many seconds, months or centuries passed, not a single soul had a chance of reaching his level.
However, fate had a different future for the being with a mind so unwilling to open up. For most of his life, he would refuse to say that he held feelings for anything other than himself, and the rare amount of feelings he did have for anything at all was usually anger. His field of vision was usually caked in red as he let his body succumb to the feeling that was rage, not a single care given as he destroyed the world around him.
As time passed, he learned that while rage wasn't the answer to everything, it certainly helped him get things done. As he saw his victim nearly give him the key to his freedom, he felt a wave of anticipation course violently throughout his body. The sharp teeth he bore gleamed sharply, his eyes screaming red. His plan for freedom, for his body to freely roam the earth once again was so, so close...
...and it ended with a single flash.
That was the first time in many years where he let his hate mix with his rage. He used to be so hateful, and hate slowly grew into the anger he lived off. For so many years, he was simply irritated, annoyed or angered but never did he truly hate something with the power fueled by the anger of a demon - well, not until that day.
Thinking back on it, he was so damn stupid back then that he nearly pisses himself laughing whenever he has flashbacks of it.
Well, he would be pissing himself laughing if he could. Usually, at this moment, it was instinct to at least chuckle at his past. Just the thought of him being a dumb idiot was hilarious, so why wasn't he laughing?
Well, it's not like he's still full of hate, per se. Sure, he could feel anger and still be annoyed by the things in life that were naturally annoying but hate? Revenge, the need for blood and the want for destruction? That was out. He was having absolutely zero need for chaos in his body and he was confident to say that he was, emotionally, feeling the best he could've in his life.
Physically, though?
He couldn't even lift a damn finger.
He still had pride. He still referred to himself as one of the most powerful beings to ever exist though he states it as a fact now rather than something he would boast about. He could move mountains with his mere presence, his roar could cause tsunamis. So, why the hell was he reduced to this pitiful state?
Ha. Only time will tell, and he was currently using that time to sleep. To recover and rest, to let his soul repair from the horrors that was called war. He'd have time to learn why he was so weak when he woke up. The war he had just finished took a toll on his poor body.
...actually, he just answered his own question, didn't he?
He opened his eyes for the first time in a decade and he eyes were met with the void.
A sigh escaped him.
Staring at nothing for years really made you dumb, huh?
She's the Devil!
The Second Installment
Without a doubt...
His fingers lead the pen downwards, creating a straight line of ink that slowly formed letters. The rays of the sun shining upon his small notebook didn't bother him as much as it usually would've since he had something much more important to note down. He was known for sticking to a plan when he saw a way through it and he was also known to finish that plan to the best of his abilities.
Of course, he didn't exactly played dirty. Sure, he pulled tricks that surprised the enemy to a certain degree and sometimes held an unfair advantage whenever he needed to, but he never brought himself to the level of killing and such. He was a good guy - at least, that's what he'd like to think.
Anyway. Damn, he thinks too much - he really needed to stop losing focus. He used to be pretty good at that before, the focusing and all. What made him get rusty?
He clicked his teeth, letting his fingers blaze across the paper.
Well, maybe this would answer it.
[ It's weird. This new world... everything's weird about it. It's not just the sudden change of environment and all, but everything about this world doesn't feel right.
There's the air, for one. What's up with it? It's so damn suffocating. Sure, I'm getting used to it and all but I could've sworn that I nearly died of a throat that wasn't functioning properly. I could fight legends back home, but I can't even breath here.
The technology here is insane, too. We thought we were really getting somewhere back home, but this is on a whole different level. We'd always rely on chakra to live our lives and even the people who couldn't harness it found ways of incorporating it into their lives. Here? It's just pure science. The only thing I learnt that's even close to science was that water's not a bad conduct for lightning, but this world has no chakra at all. It honestly surprises me that we could've had this kind of future if we tried.
Also, the girls of this... school, if you can call it that. All the girls here... it's kind of hard to describe them. They're all... pretty damn good looking. I swear that erotic sannin got me but now it's hard to ignore his words when his living proof is shoved into my face every day. There's nothing noteworthy about the guys (asides from two or three) but the girls are interesting, especially the student council and that other group they usually hang out with. The occult club, was it?
Speaking of that club. They're all interesting, but there's one person in particular that's gotten my attention. If I remember, she was friends with that red haired girl who has an unbelievable bust size.
Damn that erotic sannin.
Akeno Himejima, I think.
We've barely talked but I can already feel... something. I'm not too sure what that something is, but it doesn't feel bad. If she has any negative emotions flying around, that shouldn't be a problem for me.
Well, this girl... she's definitely got my attention. I'll have to keep an eye on her. Maybe I'll go up to her and talk to her a bit more. Yeah, that sounds good.
Also, this definitely isn't a diary! ]
With this, he closed the book and sighed, unknowingly sporting a small smile on his face. He had no idea that his face was silently beaming when he started writing about a girl who had an orange ribbon wrapped around her hair.
"Well..." Naruto Uzumaki stood up and stretched, a yawn escaping his mouth. "I should probably be getting ready for school now."
He had felt it.
What did he feel, though?
Was it emotion? Was it the water that surrounded his body? Was it the empty room that he welcomed as his home?
...no. This feeling was foreign. It wasn't oozing from his body or floating around the atmosphere that had caged him. No, this feeling was something that shouldn't be here.
What could he do to fight this, though? It's not like he could do anything. As of now, the only thing he could do was let his mind wander as his physical body was broken beyond belief. His body couldn't feel it, so he couldn't exactly pinpoint this feeling. However, if somebody as old as him could discern with his mind alone that this feeling doesn't fit here, then he should probably do something about it.
...
Nah.
If he could, he'd shrug. It's not like he's in trouble or anything. If anything, the kid's probably kicking ass right now and refusing to die or some bullsh*t like that.
He let his mind relax once more. He had felt this foreign energy invade his private space and his mind immediately sprung to life since his body couldn't. However, his mind concluded that this small feeling was harmless and even if it had the potential to kill, it wasn't something that could even scratch the skin of the kid.
With this in mind, he let his spirit drift once more. What was he doing before, anyway?
Oh, yeah. Chasing butterflies.
His physical body had enough energy to let out a small huff of joy before falling into a pattern of breaths. He had a feeling that he would be doing much more of this as time went on.
He was feeling weird.
He wasn't dumb. He could understand that this feeling was something he hadn't felt in a long time but why did it feel different this time? Why did his body tingle whenever this happened? Why was his head spinning whenever he thought about it? Why... did his heart beat faster when she-
"Hello, Uzumaki-kun."
Like a rabbit scared out of its wits, the blonde swung around at inhuman speeds and stared at the girl in front of him. Her long, black hair and her pleasant smile... it was something that he had grown used to seeing, a normal occurance to greet her everyday like any other student would.
If that was the case, why was this feeling intensifying every second?
"H-Hey, Himejima-san." Sh*t, he let his guard down and replied lamely. Since when did he care about how he addressed others, especially to an innocent high school girl? It just wasn't like him to act like this - a high school guy confused with his emotions.
He felt his eyes draw to her glossed lips and couldn't find the strength to look away. He watched them open and close, every single word flowing out flawlessly as her sweet voice ringed in his ears. "Are you okay, Uzumaki-kun? You don't look well."
He tried his best to regain his composure, looking away while coughing into his hand. Just what was wrong with him? It comes of as no surprise that this girl was attractive enough to gain his attention somewhat but to cause this kind of reaction from him? He was better than this! "I'm fine, Himejima-san. I just... it's nothing."
He ignored the odd look she gave him. As she saw that she wouldn't be able to get anything else out of him, Akeno looked away with a cute huff. "Well, if it's really nothing, then that's fine. However, if you're having trouble with anything, please don't hesitate to come and talk to me, okay?"
Naruto refused to look at her, his blue eyes looking at a nearby poster. "I'll keep that in mind."
As she walked away, he sighed, his body resting from a tense he didn't even realise exist. He should probably stay away from her in the future if she could make him change this much in a few days. It was only a week ever since he met her and yet he's already stuttering like your everyday starting shounen protagonist.
Alright! Naruto nodded. He made his decision. In order to stay focused and not accidentally hurt anybody innocent in his journey back home, he would have to stay away from Akeno Himejima.
...
...well... she's rather pretty. It'd be a waste to just ignore her.
...
The blonde haired ninja sighed.
"I don't know what to think anymore.
Finally. After all this time, he could finally wake up. He could finally feel the fur rest on his body, the claws resting against the concrete floor, his tails drooped against upon one another behind him.
The first thing he did was to stretch. Who cared if he was a demon? He still needed a damned good stretch and a huge yawn. After that, he scratched his head with a single claw. He then, after a good few seconds, opened his eyes-
He could only see control.
He visibly jerked backwards, his eyes widening at an alarming rate. His senses were hammered with the sound of absolute control with no resistance against it whatsoever. All of his fur was standing straight and his tails were as stiff as logs.
"...w...what the hell?!"
He didn't have enough power to communicate to his partner yet but he had enough to at least stay awake and understand the situation. However, he couldn't understand anything at all. He had lost much of his chakra keeping them alive, so much of it was gone. He only had enough to stay awake, so to be suddenly hit by a large wave of unknown power was basically a surprise attack.
He gritted his teeth. What the hell happened since the last time he was awake? If anything, why was the brat letting his mind become as unstable as this?! It was like he was purposely letting this happening, the lack of resistance only supporting that claim!
This was ridiculous! He had to do something about this. He was immortal but the brat wasn't. It would only be a matter of time until the kid was taken advantage of thanks to this sh*tstorm of a brain.
He gathered all the chakra he could and pulsed.
"NARUTO!"
He had fallen in love.
He was a dunce. He was dense, brash, impulsive and oh-so-retarded, but love knew no boundaries. His heart had been pierced with the arrow of love when the smile of the maiden graced his eyes, her hands waving with perfect motion. Her smile! That wave! That feeling!
There was no denying it - love had corroded his body.
He played with his tie, a grin on his face. He buttoned the top of his shirt, his fingers twitching with excitement. He readied his blazer and groomed his hair, put on his shoes and closed the door. He was going to school in style - you know damn well that he'll try his best to catch her attention!
He was so damn tired.
He wanted to go to sleep.
...sh*t. Even after all the work he did to bring his chakra back together, he just had to use it all up for this dumb idiot.
That... that just wasn't fair.
His body was slowly returning to what is was before - broke. To think that this kid let his guard down and allow something as dangerous as that into his mind...
Something must've happened.
He didn't have the power to talk anymore. If he had waited a few more minutes, he might've... now, though, he'd probably have to sleep for another week until he could interact with his container again.
That's not good. He just hoped that the kid didn't do something as stupid as this again when he woke up.
A skip in his step, a hum in his throat. A smile at a stranger, a wave to another. He just couldn't stop this feeling in his body! Never in his life would he imagine getting anywhere close to this feeling, but here he was, bouncing like a child. He enjoyed it!
The school was in sight - he could see heaven in the distance. It shone with an unnatural light, something only he could see. Only a few more steps until he witnessed bliss.
His skip changed to a jog, and from jog he progressed into sprint. His feet felt light, running across the ground with tremendous speed. His smile from this morning didn't change one bit.
Naruto Uzumaki was in love, baby, and nothing could stop him!
...
...
...
...he felt a slight falter in his step as he ran across the pathway.
Naruto froze, feeling his chest tighten. It wasn't pain, but it didn't feel nice, either. He grasped it and his breathing turned ragged.
He was in love, right?
...
So, why was he feeling doubt now?
It wasn't enough, but it'll have to do.
Kurama, the Nine-Tailed fox and one of the greatest beings to ever roam the Elemental Nations, closed his eyes and returned to a much needed sleep. The foreign energy still lingered in his mind... but it could do no real damage at this point.
He was sleepy.
"Fool." He muttered tiredly.
AN: ...I'm not going to lie, words cannot describe just how garbage this chapter was. It's just... wow. It's so extremely rushed and it obviously doesn't have the same amount of care shown in the first chapter and this chapter has a pretty big chance of making everyone's hopes crushed (if the late update hasn't already).
This chapter has little to no structure, has lazy ways of explaining bits of plot (the diary, for example), uses cheesy lines for dialogue, has no explanation for certain events and doesn't have a natural flow like the previous chapter.
This chapter was meant to be full of suspense but personally I didn't feel it. I can usually read my chapters from a non-biased view and give it a fair rating (I gave last chapter a 6.5/10) but this one... hoo boy. This is a bad chapter. I can't even give this one a rating.
I'd rant more but in a nutshell, this chapter is bad and I'm willing to post it so that I could get criticism as a writer and fix it in the future when I'm more willing. I need to learn from my mistakes, so why not update and get criticism from others along the way?
Sorry for the bad chapter. When the time comes, I'll fix this chapter up nicely so that it'll be a much more nicer read (that's if I'm not dead at the time). Until then, please give me your honest reviews about this chapter.
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