Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: The path to becoming unbroken is long and hard.
Unbroken
If one of us fall, the other will soon be following
I did notice, but foolishly, I denied.
You were changing too fast.
A few days before you left, I saw you clad in black and crouching down beside a black cat yet again.
I didn't know if it was the same black cat as the one five months ago on that rainy day. It didn't matter, because before I had a chance to wonder, your small, pale hands reached for its neck.
My mind screamed out to run to you and stop what I denied you'd do, because you were a kind, giving boy. I still believed in you, then. I stayed frozen though, because somewhere within me, I knew.
The hands of a twelve-year old were gently encircling the black cat now. I watched. You broke.
The day your hands – your hands – snapped the cat's neck, a fragile life broke. By the end of the day, both the cat and you were broken. Perhaps this strongly foreshadowed the chaos that was to come, and so I was able to see you the night you left Konoha. Us. Me.
I should have run to you – before, or even shortly after you killed the innocent cat – and saved you from the darkness you were about to enter. Perhaps, you wouldn't have left, then. But my fear and denial got the better of me and I ran away.
Who knows, maybe I became broken that day, too.
Notes: Lyrics of "Run For Your Life" by The Fray.
