Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I make any work off of this writing for fun. Sue if you must. I have nothing worth taking.
It all happened so fast. It sounds so cliché, especially to a ninja, but it really did all happen so fast that they barely knew it was happening.
Their consciousness of it began with Kakashi's gurgle, the rattle in his throat signifying his imminent demise. Naruto, who had been staring at his feet trekking across the ground in expectation of the admittance of hatred Naruto thought he'd give, looked up sharply at the sound, thinking Kakashi had said something he'd not understood.
The sight before him took his breath away. There stood Kakashi with chains wrapped around him, the blades in their links piercing into his skin. So focused was Naruto on the sight that he didn't even notice where the chains led. The next words he heard completely robbed him of all other thoughts: "I never hated you. I just didn't know how to help..." Anything further was cut off as the chains ripped through Kakashi's body, blood splattering lightly across anything within ten meters.
"Aww, how touching. He didn't hate the little baby," came the words that flipped the switch deep within Naruto's mind. Time seemed to freeze as emotions crashed down upon his consciousness like an endless ocean upon the shore. The guilt, the fear, the shame, the anger, the loss. But most of all, the anguish. Anguish that he had lost a teacher, maybe even a friend. Anguish that, after finally finding someone else who didn't hate him, they were savagely ripped away from him. The anguish suffused his being, permeating every pore, drenching every thought. As his mind focused on the act that ripped it all away, another emotion took prominence. With that, all hell broke loose.
Author's Note: Another short one, I know. They seem longer when I'm writing them by hand. Probably because my hand cramps before I finish even this much.