This is where the real changes happen. all the different characters will get to have their own stories that will be updated at random to make sure I stay productive and working on stuff. I hope you like this better, I think it will give me more chances to really get in-depth to how these people are feeling like i origially wanted to. so tell me what you think, leave a review and carry on.
Story of the best friend
The church was filled with people draped in black. Quiet cries and sniffling bounced off the walls of the church. They sat towards the back out of respect for the family. Naruto dug his nails in his rough palms to keep his emotions in check. He could feel the strong hand of his now closest friend, Kiba. He could here hear the girls, Sakura and Hinata, quietly crying on the pew next to the both of them. Shikamaru stayed quiet though, Naruto wasn't offended by his lack of emotion, they all learned by this time that he liked to mourn privately.
Naruto listened to the well-written, carefully-worded eulogy Itachi was giving. It was all about what a happy child he had been, always making people around him smile. Followed by the late-night talks about everything and nothing all at once they shared with each other. Itachi concluded the speech with how much he was going to miss his little brother and that he hopes that he is now in a better place.
His own body stiffened up and the hand on his shoulder equally tighten. That was the only thing keeping himself from causing a disruption in grief-fueled rage. He couldn't understand those sugarcoated lies. 'How can you say that you're happy he's gone?! Why aren't you crying if you loved him so much?" he closed his eyes to keep himself from shouting something he would regret. Naruto squeezed his eye's shut, tears threatening to spill from his eyelids.
Two weeks earlier
Naruto was sitting at his table with all his friends – Sakura, Kiba, and Hinata; Shikamaru was at a tutoring with his chemistry teacher – and everything was normal. He honestly didn't think much about the empty seat across from him; for the pasted to weeks he had been pestering Sasuke to come sit with them at lunch again, only to be given the same response, 'go away, I need to study for the SATs. unlike you, I actually care about what college I go to." He could understand the moodiness stress brought out of his best friend so he decided to leave him be for the day. he would just pester him twice as much tomorrow.
When he noticed a break in the conversation topic of the moment Naruto opened his mouth, "so, I was planning on having a small get together this weekend while the parents are out, you know, get the ball rolling for crazy spring break stories."
Kiba gave him a knowing look, "Naruto, we all know your house has nothing that would entail a crazy spring break."
THUD! Their lunch table was near the window so it was not uncommon for them to hear sounds from people wanting to spend lunch outside. It was also not uncommon for people to go out there to have fistfights or start small soccer games so hearing loud sounds hitting the blacktop and people making screaming type noises was something all of them let fall into the background and become ignored.
Naruto gave Kiba a comedic expression of shock, "Kiba! Are you implying that I would ask my friends to do something totally illegal, like drinking underage? I was simply hoping to have a nice night with my friends and a couple of movies… though if you were to, maybe, bring something of that type of thing over it would probably make you my most favorite person in the entire world."
Sakura shook her head and clicked her tongue in half-hearted annoyance, "Your just too broke to get your own snacks."
Naruto flashed them a winning smile as he saw his friends making plans on who was going to bring while Hinata typed into her phone that she on for most of the lunch for good movies to watch for their "crazy" get together this weekend. In the end, it was decided that they would watch the new Deadpool and make a Mario Kart drinking game.
Not moments later Naruto saw Hinata drop her phone on to the table and instantly bring her now shaking hands over her mouth in stunned shock, "oh my god…" soon after a storm of phones getting notifications were sounding around him including his own. The announcements suddenly came on and everyone inside was herded to their assigned homerooms – the people outside were taken somewhere else he assumed because he saw them being lead to a different part of the school – and instructed to have phones taken up until further notice. Naruto and Sakura sat down in their seats watching the door for a certain person to come through the door to complete the corner they made in the back of the class; he did not come through the doors. That fact was beginning to worry Naruto as his homeroom teacher, Kakashi, came in immediately after the last person entered. He seemed very somber and serious, which is a big change compared to his usual relaxed and carefree demeanor. And then he said.
It took Naruto a minute to truly understand the weight what was said. When it did, he stormed out of the room in an emotional outburst. He slammed his fist into one of the lockers, the stinging pain shook through his hand didn't even register until later that day. He kept thinking how selfish Sasuke was for doing this to them. "That selfish bastard!" He angrily shouted until he heard the door click and stopped. He kept his fist connected with the wall and kept his head down. His breathing was erratic and he could finally feel the tears streaming down his face; why didn't he see it? He was his goddamn best friend, the one that knows him better than his parents! How could he not see it?!
"Naruto…" nothing else needed to be said, there was nothing any of them could say. Naruto turned his face towards Sakura. Her eyes were watery and her voice weak and shaky. She took a small step forward towards and he threw his arms around her, the weight of his guilt pulling down on his body was so great that he couldn't stand on his own. She didn't hesitate to do the same either and began to cry, "I am so sorry. I knew how close you both were… Um, the teacher set me to tell you that we are free to go when our parents get us; the school is trying to get someone in for us to talk to about, um, everything…"
"I never thought he would do something like this. He always seemed to be the one who figured it out the most." They held on to each other tighter like if they let go for even a second they'll be ripped apart.
Naruto didn't know how long they held each other while crying, but the only moment they parted was when Naruto got a text from his mother. She was here to come get him and that drive home was the quietest he could ever remember.
The sky was the usual gray shade it would have in the middle of spring. Around him were people hiding under umbrellas to keep from getting wet by the drizzly rain. They all stood solemnly quiet as the family takes their seat closest to the front. Naruto hears the priest saying something, but he doesn't bother to listen to any of it. His was gaze too fixated on the coffin: It was a rich, dark mahogany with elegant trim on the corners. He glared at that stupid coffin, "he would have hated it. Didn't they know he was a minimalist? Ha, he probably would have just rolled his eyes complaining that this was all just a waste—" he abruptly stopped his thought feeling his own eyes start to water just at the mere thought of how his friend would have thought of this. Naruto bitterly shook his head, "tsk, he wouldn't have cared. He's the one that started this to begin with."
Before he even knew it the preacher went silent and a gut-wrenching cry of anguish was heard amongst the mourners surrounding the open grave. He turned his head towards the noise, like most others, to see Mikoto out of her chair with her husband's arms around her waist to keep her from falling onto the muddy ground. She has a hand stretched out to the now sinking coffin. Itachi just sat there blankly staring forward, eyes cold and steely like there was nothing happening around him. Naruto turned his head away out of respect to the women that had become like a second mother to him. He felt the cold raindrops drip down his face from his hair. He wasn't even aware that some of the raindrops were warm tears against his cheeks.
