Note: Hey, guys! What's up? Anywaysss...have I told you that we're nearing the end?
In here, you'll meet a hysterical Naruto. When a person becomes hysterical, he's unable to think rationally and the bottled up feelings will just erupt like an active volcano because he can't handle the strain in his mind anymore. I think this happens to some who likes to keep everything inside, or has no courage to let anyone know because they're afraid to be ridiculed and or has difficulty in trusting others with their secrets. Once a person becomes like this, blaming or telling them their mistakes is not a likable way to calm them or open their minds. Try to understand them. Try telling them that's it's okay or it's alright I forgive you or something like that and avoid yelling at them. What they need is someone who understand them and not the other way around.
How do I know thise things? Because I experienced it first hand. So, yeah...
Now... let's move on and read already!
At dawn, the group of Konoha ninjas had their captives, Mr. Torio, and the doctor, in handcuffs while Milly, which was nothing more than a broken doll hung limply on Chouji's shoulder, and the children were following them closely. The fight last night had been pretty quick and they had all the persons responsible for the crime they did save for one; Futa, the businessman's man servant. They had searched everywhere, but never found the man, and none of the captives would speak anything. However, Ino prodded Mr. Torio's mind to get what they wanted, but the man's twisted mind was worst she had ended up throwing up after. Even so, the young lady had done her task well though they had found nothing about Futa's whereabouts except the time Mr. Torio had seen the man off without permission. And because of that, Shikamaru had found something amiss in their situation. They were missing something very important. Despite that, they chose to walk back home, hand the captives to the custody, and have Sasuke check up since he was still feeling numb all over because of the toxic he had received.
Ino, who was walking in front, was looking after the children while Shikamaru with Sasuke on his back, and Chouji with the captives were close behind.
The whole group travelling to Konoha but the children were silent as Shikamaru thought back to the recent events and Sasuke was deep in his thoughts since the first crack of dawn.
The raven haired teen did not feel the anxiety he had felt prior his arrival at the orphanage and that last time when he had thought of Naruto, now that he was coming back home, but he felt like there was something clutching his chest a little painfully and guilty was eating him bit by bit. Then, his mind drifted to his and his team's first C-rank mission.
"C-ranks must be cursed..."
Shikamaru heard Sasuke muttered incoherently, though he caught the word cursed, so he looked over his shoulder and asked, "You sayin' something?"
Realizing he had spoken his thoughts, Sasuke snapped back to reality. "Pardon?"
"I was asking you if you were saying something." repeated Shikamaru, looking back ahead.
"Oh. I just remembered our team's first C-rank mission that turned out an A-rank one. It was a tad bit similar to my mission now..."
Shikamaru sighed. "That's troublesome."
Sasuke stared ahead in contentment. He liked the smell of fresh air and leaves that lingered in the air. He really missed the old times when he was younger, when everything seemed perfect in his eyes. And, without a thought, he spoke. "I wonder how Naruto is doing…" And everything went still just like that. Noticing the sudden shift in the atmosphere that even the children sensed, Sasuke looked at Ino who had turned to stared at him, inquiring her.
"Uhm…" Ino trailed off as she fidgeted with her fingers and looked at the side. Peering at Sasuke, she asked, "Have you not receive the message Lady Hokage had sent you?"
Mr. Torio and the doctor shared a look.
"No. I haven't. What is it? Tell me." replied Sasuke, knowing that he was missing something important.
"Ino." Chouji furrowed his brows. "Since the message did not receive Sasuke, I think it would be better if we tell him now." he said, earning a nod from Ino.
Straightening up, Ino said, "Something had happened to Naruto."
. . . .
Finally. Naruto, who was sitting on a wheelchair, thought as he was pushed out of the hospital building by Kakashi. Breathing in a lungful of fresh air, the boy smiled. I can't wait to see Sasuke. In spite of the growing distrust toward the raven haired teen, Naruto was hoping that what Sasuke had told him prior his accident were true and not just empty promises.
"You ready, Naruto?" asked Kakashi and the boy looked over his shoulder and up to face the man with a small smile that contradicted his eyes, which the Elite did not fail to notice. "Is something wrong?"
"Hm-mm." little Naruto shook his head as he closed his eyes briefly. "I wanted to see Sasuke. He hasn't been visiting me since."
"Hm. Okay. Let's go then."
The walk, or in Naruto's case, the ride through the street was pleasant. The villagers were happy to see Naruto out of the hospital and most of them were coming closer to the boy to stop Kakashi from going farther so that they could greet Naruto and give him things they thought he would like. Kakashi could feel a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead at the sight as the villagers said their thanks to Naruto for he had done for everyone and smothered the poor boy with pleasantries. Though, little did they know, Naruto was starting to freak as his young wounded mind was playing tricks on him again. And Kakashi was not paying attention at the boy's predicament; too submerged in his train of thoughts.
Naruto, unbeknownst to the villagers, stared at the people around him with wide fearful eyes. He saw the people in his mind's eye as they morphed into a shadowy figure with eyes and smiles that resembled white crescent moons and the background turned into a sinister hue of red and black, and saw them trying to talk to him. He can also hear them say words that he cannot hear nor decipher. However, words like demon, monster, murderer, and kill sunk in him and the rest flew over his head. Looking around frantically, the blonde boy searched for a mop of white gravity-defying hair in vain as he was being swallowed by the shadows.
In reality, Kakashi got succumb in the orange pocket book in the sidelines, oblivious of what was happening to the boy.
"Ka-…K-Ka…" the blonde boy tried to call in an almost inaudible voice that only he could hear as he shrink further in his wheelchair, trying to escape the shadows hands and eerie smiles and taunts. "…nn…no…" he then clutched his head and shook it from left to right. "…s-sto-….K-Ka…sh…ishi…"
The people around Naruto began to notice the boy's distraught and they looked at him worriedly. They started asking him questions like; what was wrong, are you hurt, you alright, or something from the line.
"…no…n-not…'m not…" mumbled Naruto.
"Eh? Come again?" asked one of the men in the crowd.
"…not m-mon…s…ter…" Naruto tried again. Naruto's thoughts went on like that for another half a minute until he cannot take it anymore and screamed. "I'm not monster! NO! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M. NOT!" and then, he started sobbing.
Kakashi was snapped out of his book upon hearing Naruto screamed and he rushed to the boy, weaving his way through the crowd that had accumulated around the crying boy. Grabbing him y shoulders, the Elite ninja asked, "What's wrong, Naruto? What happened?" worriedly, only to have the hysterical boy to cry even more.
"WHYYY!? WHY HATE ME!?" this time, Naruto shut his eyes close whilst still clutching his head, almost ripping his hair out of his scalp. Kakashi pried the boy's hands off his head, but whenever he did it came back immediate, latching on it. "Don't hate me…!" Naruto sobbed. "…Please…don't hate me…" and then he whimpered as he cried on Kakashi's chest.
The man had no idea what had triggered Naruto to be hysterical. Thinking it would be best for the boy to e left alone, he flickered away with Naruto to his apartment, leaving the sobered crowd that just realized what kind of pain they had inflicted on Naruto during his childhood years.