C0n doesn't own Naruto. He owns a new house.
Italics - Alcohol "talking"
This isn't how Naruto planned his first night back in the village.
Drunk.
Naruto was the favorite customer in the ramen stand- No, correction; his ramen stand. Ayame knew his favorite ramen by heart. She even knew how many bowls he could eat depending on his tone of voice. Tonight, he didn't need to eat.
Tonight, he needed to forget.
Two empty bottles stood next to him, promising headaches tomorrow, but aiding him in the short term goal of killing what brain cells could hold memories. The memories of her. Of him. Of the two hugging in front of him.
Of all the work he dedicated to her.
"All of those months spent killing yourself, emotionally and physically for those two. And the thanks they never gave you. The calm passing off of your life's greatest trial."
That's all the alcohol needed to say to him.
It was the only thing telling him the truth lately. His 'friends' just called him names. They just fought with him. But all that was going to change, starting tonight. After all, who needs 'friends' when you can argue with yourself?
"Look at your history with those two. She uses, he uses. Neither of them is strong like you. Neither of them could do what you can! Why do you think he had to be beat into submission? Why couldn't Sakura bring him back herself if she loved him so much? Why do you care about her?"
The bottles were slowly becoming a small crowd of friends. They all had something to say, and all he had to do was drink to hear them. Voices telling him that love wasn't all he heard it was. Imaginary beings whispering in his ear that he should kill the Uchiha. He was a ninja. He could make it look like an accident. But one voice was louder than the others.
"Just let her go. Just forget she ever lived. As soon as you do that, you can forget this pain."
Naruto rubbed his eyes and silently agreed. He agreed with anything the voices told him. He'd do anything to forget the way he felt. To forget how he feels. With a bit of trouble, he placed what money he had on the table and stumbled out, yelling about paying it off when he could. Two steps outside and it became apparent to him why Tsunade drank so much.
The lights of the buildings, the signs, the mere reflection of the moon on a window was like thousands of fireflies dancing in one big blurry waltz. The sounds of the village, while deafening at first, slowly built into a crescendo of music. Music that let him know everything was alive and well. That maybe one day he could feel alive instead of dead inside every time he thought about them.
Naruto was surprised to find out his keys still worked on his door. He figured by now they'd have evicted him like he was told. As the door closed, he threw his coat and headband to the side of his bed, falling onto it and staring at his ceiling. Shadows, dark and moving from the trees outside his window were like the audience to his drunken musical. The lights outside flickered and faded as the darkness started to cover all he saw.
With his last thoughts before he passed out, Naruto promised, just for tonight, to forget that he ever cared about Sakura. He made it his new life's purpose to forget her pink hair and green eyes. To finally be rid of her smile and voice. To finally forget her.
"Just for tonight."
Been gone a while, I know. "My muse is a fickle bitch with a VERY short attention span." "I will dive into my sleep I don't wanna feel this low again. Cause you know it hurts like hell!
I blame college.
I blame buying a new house.
I blame my lack of free time.
I blame my new girlfriend.
I blame everything other than me.
I'm planning to revise the entire story, much like I did here. Make it a bit more detailed, progress the story at the same rate, almost the exact same way. Just now it's fancier.
Give me a review on your thoughts and I'll either revise the story starting now (And update frequently) or stick to the older version (And try to update the story ASAP).
And I dream of the pretty buildings.
Wonder what she's doing now
And whether she's still living
I ain't gonna steal your flame again.
I don't wanna feel...
So come out of the closet
Let's talk about it
Cause you know it hurts like hell!" - People in Planes, Pretty Buildings