Ah, my first Naruto fic. It's a bit dark. I kind of left a few questions un answered, so that you can answer them yourself. What do you think?

"Oh, Life.Is bigger. It's bigger, than you. And you are not me." -Losing My Religion, By R.E.M.

"So...He's dead?"

"Yes. His original body is dead."

"How... what?"

"He released a Kage Bushin no Jutsu before he died. He had so much chakra…"

"The Bushin is still here? But... "

"Sakura, we are so sorry, we-"

"How can that be possible?"

"W-we don't know."

Sakura couldn't cry anymore. She felt as if she had lost the ability in the last for days, where every part of her body froze from fear and sadness, but her eyes had stayed, crying, crying...

And now Sakura couldn't cry anymore. It didn't work. She didn't care.

Today she was going to face her fear. She was going to see him.

She was going to talk to him. It. Whatever.

She was going to talk to the Bushin.

She knocked on the door. She was surprised to see her hand. It was so pale.

The knock echoed off of the door, causing a fluttering noise of all the paper inside. Someone else was in there. Someone besides the Bushin.

Ebisu came running out, papers in his hands, and said, "Oh, Sakura, go on in. Do you want to talk to it?"

"Uh..." Sakura realized how echoed her voice sounded now. It scared her, "Y-yeah."

Sakura walked into the room. A boy sat there, on a little blue chair, smiling. Did he know he was dead?

There sat Naruto.

Naruto- no, The Bushin- said, "Oi, Sakura-chan, you look kinda sick! Are you alright?"

"Eh... Bushin-san..." Sakura nodded, "Yes, I am sick"

The Bushin nodded, "so perceptive, Sakura-chan, even you know what I am!"

"Yes, I walked with you back to Konoha, remember? You and..." Sakura wanted to cry. The tears wouldn't come.

"And the corpse?" The Bushin leaned back in the chair, "No, I carried Naruto. That body could not walk."

"How- how can you be so nonchalant about that!" Sakura yelled, and than gasped afterwards, "I'm sorry!"

"Heh, it's okay!" The Bushin smiled, "I'm not real. I'm a bag of cleverly dressed-up energy! I have no emotion or feeling, hunger, nothing!" He grabbed the sleeve of his orange jacket, "Lookie, It's connected to my skin!"

Sakura breathed deeply. The boy... he looked like Naruto, but he acted in very un-Naruto ways.

"Oh." She said, "Well, can you stay a wile? Can you attend Naruto's funeral?"

"If you want me to come," The Bushin stared at the ceiling, " you may have to make the funeral quick, Sakura-chan, My inner chakra supply will run out soon, and I'll go poof! No more me!"

Sakura nodded and smiled listlessly.

The day of the funeral was an odd one. The Bushin received many stares from the few people brave enough to attend The Kyuubi's funeral. Iruka actually ran up to The Bushin and cried. Kakashi punched it in the arm. Hinata stood next to it the entire time.

And Sakura just starred with a strained look on her face.

Poof!

The Bushin was gone.

Huh? Huh? Is it good? Does it suck? What do you think?

I'm so curious. I don't know where this story is going, So I might write a second chapter, and I might not. I'm not sure.

Itachi will dance for you if you review!