My Explanation
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Three years ago, someone decided a war would be a good idea.
Everyone else agreed.
And that's how people started dying.
The End.
Ok, so I'm a little rusty on the main causes, but I'll try and tell you what I do know.
Sound got fed up with the way they were being treated by Orochimaru and tried to throw a coup. Of course, many villages supported this, and some assume the coup was staged by special ops from an outside village.
I just like to think Orochimaru is that big of an asshole.
Whoever you want to blame, point is there was a revolt. A revolt which lasted close to half a year, and cost Sound a majority of it's populace. Orochimaru made sure to keep his strongest ninja close and cursed, which stopped them from doing anything outside of his control. None of the big villages could intervene, as it would be seen as an act of aggression and more than likely cause another great war.
Look at how well that went.
Baa-chan tried to get the Kage from the villages together and talk out the issue, but no one really cared enough. As long as it didn't hurt their people, it wasn't their problem
.Seven months after it started, the revolution was over, and Orochimaru had won. He made sure another uprising wouldn't happen. He did it in such a fashion, that it wasn't really surprising as it was shocking.
He placed the cursed seal on every member of Sound.
Those he deemed unworthy for this were either tested on or put to death.
Those days were not the worst.
Four months later, Orochimaru declared war on all known villages.
After that, everything was a blur of nights on patrol bleeding into days on guard duty or the occasional trip to my own home.
Konoha was attacked two years ago. We were one of the first, and it was so violent and so unorthodox that we didn't have any time to prepare.
Suicide bombings from people who had little or no chakra, which we later found out were the same villagers Orochimaru had marked.
Hunter-nin picking off members of our patrols then taking back to the forests.
Torturing members of your family and sending them back to the village so your friends and family will see what happens when you fight back. . .
I stopped caring who it was I killed. As long as their was a sound headband, they were the snake-bastard himself.
But that wasn't even the worst part of those days.
After my. . .incident. . .I was pulled off duty. I had to re-learn everything I knew about chakra. My reserves were high due to the constant pull and push of the Kyubbi, but it didn't come back nearly as fast. Or strong.
Didn't help I was praised where ever I went.
"Hail the Demon-slayer!"
"Naruto-sama! Welcome!"
Even a few of my friends stopped looking at me weird.
I killed countless people and I was idolized.
Tsunade gave me meds. A lot of meds.
Depression, pain pills, morphine on IV drip for a while to compensate the pain in my chest, therapy, the whole works.
Baa-chan really knew how to make a guy feel important.
I will skip the destruction of my home for two reasons:
I don't want to remember it.
I was blacked out, so what little I do remember comes it blurs and screams.
Hinata was my one saving grace.
She carried me a quarter of the way to Wave. She found a merchant leaving the village who was willing to have the two of us the rest of the stretch. Yet again, I was out for most of this, but I do know I said a few things to her about how sorry I was for being an idiot and how much I regretted being a burden for her.
Obviously, I am still a burden, but she always said I wasn't.
She says the little white lies like that all the time.
Wave took me in without any sort of problem usually associated with displaced people. I have a bridge named after me with which more than seventy percent of their income uses to cross. Couldn't ignore me if they tried.
Of course, I was in a drunken blur as well as a medicated calm for most of those first few months, so I can remember bits and pieces of what was said and what happened, but I was told a majority of what really went on by Hinata when the medications went down in number.
Tazuna, that drunk old man, made us a house as fast as possible, and demanded that we take it for free. "What good is having a woman and being alive if you have no place to stay?" Yeah, she blushed about that one.
Inari was taking after his old man and grandpa, learning how to build and all the stuff that comes with the territory. He was also bugging the crap out of me on how to make explosive tags, saying some shit about how he could alter them for constructive uses. I don't really remember, Tazuna and I were usually too bat-shit hammered to stand, let alone carry on a coherent conversation. We talked about the good old days.
The days when Tsunami was still alive, when Sakura was still alive. We both lost the important women in our lives.
"But hey. . .you still have the one you came here with. . .and she seems to care about you a lot, boy."
"Well, yeah. We're best friends, old man. We have to stick together."
Tazuna shook his head "Dumb as hell. Always have been, always will be."
Naruto sighed. "There are reasons for that. After all, with all the perverted teachers I've had, do you really think that I could have come out of that oblivious?"
"Then why are you pushing her away kid? Like I said, she seems to really care for ya."
"It's... complicated." Naruto muttered as he slumped his shoulders while nursing his bottle of sake.
"Ain't it always." Tazuna sighed as he took another swing of his own sake.
And that's how we lived for the first few months; two drunken men talking about the finer things in life.
Women, war, booze, friends and how much more booze we would need for the next time we decided to have a drink together.
Things weren't complicated, things weren't confusing and they certainly weren't painful. I was too far into binge drinking to even recall most of my life, let alone the war stories when I tried to drudge up the glory days.
Never too drunk to forget Sakura.
Always drunk enough to forget Hinata.
Well, almost. Damned if the girl hasn't grown on me in these years, but that's another story.
Hey, sorry it took so long for this chapter, I had a bit of stuff to take care of.
I turned 21.
I had drinks to buy.
That and college midterms are annoying.
Kyu15 – Yeah, I used to watch FLCL back when it was on Adult Swim for the first time. At lot of my life was actually devoted to that anime, the music and the Lord of the Black Flames himself, Kanti-sama. Also, I'm glad you liked the chapter XD
TheIMightyIPaco – Thank you so much for your review, it really brought a smile to my face when I saw it. I actually try to make these more prose-oriented than detail-heavy and plot driven. It's kind of my own personal experiment. Glad to know someone likes it!
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Expect more Naru/Hina next chapter!
As usual, check the blog and I'll try to update as soon as possible. I'll be updating next week on Saturday as I usual do.
"The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off." - Max Payne 2
