I am really sorry for making you wait so long and then end the story in a crapy way. Please don't kill me for it, it's just I lost my inspiration for this story.


Chapter 7: I can't live in the same world as you…

Naruto was confused, more like a mixture of confusion and anger at the Uchiha's. He did not know what was happening and nobody cared to explain to him. He wanted answers but was afraid of them. He needed time to cool his head, he needed to get away.

He found himself at the gates of Konoha and he knew what he had to do. It was as if someone showed him the way to his freedom. The outer world would hold a place for him for sure. He didn't need to be a shinobi. The truth was that he would be better of as a normal human being without knowledge of manipulating chakra. His life-force would be used to other things than fighting.

He still stud there thinking as the raven haired teen approached him. As he tried to place a hand on the blonde's shoulder he was blasted away with a kick from the elder Uchiha. This caused Naruto to turn around abruptly. He saw his 'brothers' fighting.

"Stop it right now" screamed Naruto with teary eyes "you are brothers, you supposed to love each other not fight. What would your… our parents say to this."

The two, who were now on the ground fighting in the dirt like two kindergarten kids, looked at him. Guilt and agony has shown on their faces. They were miserable. Naruto was shining with anger and leaped forward to stop the Uchiha brothers. After a nice beating from the blond they both were tied to a tree and sat there listening to the blonde's rattling.

"I hate you! You are the worst thing that could happen to me. I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to see you ever again. And do not try to follow me because you will regret it."

With that said he knocked out both of them with a sleep drought which he stole from the hospital, and left them there tied up. He strolled out on the main gait as if was going on nice walk and left. He left everything behind, his past, his friends, his so called 'family'. He was now free and happy. Or so he tried to convince himself. Seclusion was the only way he could heal the wounds of is life, away from those who caused it.