Dear all those in Konoha (yes even all the bastards that hate me),
This is a lovely little poem I wrote to you, so you could better understand me. I hope you find this even a little bit intriguing. I know big words from the DOBE. Yet I've decided, I tire of keeping my little mask in place. It's so hard to keep it up when all I want to do is to blow you all to smithereens. However, I wouldn't want to be called another Uchiha Itachi. So I've left this to you to explain what went on behind my sky blue eye. I have one request out of all of you though. Don't try to bring me back to life it won't be worth if. I guess this is my goodbye….
My blood is Sin black
My mind chokes the information
It's an overload on my brain
I can't take it
See the delicious Sinning blood
It's flowing rivets down my wrist
It drips with slow caution
Coloring the tile floorbeneath me
Staining it Sinfully with my blood
Feeling in complete comfort
With my Kunai
My grip upon it slowly fades
My vision is all but gone
The veins are dry
My blood no longer flows
I feel light
No more insults to be heard
I can't see the vicious glare,
With my vision gone
The air has become precious
No longer can I hear my heart
All I smell is my foretold death
My throat cannot feel the oxygen
I guess you never expected this
Did you Konoha?
And this is how Uzumaki Naruto was found dead on his sixteenth birthday, October 10 by Hyuuga Neji. Uzumaki was found in his small cramped kitchen on what was thought to be his favorite chair, letter in hand just to show that world. He had one long slash upon each arm that ran from wrist to elbow. And the small innocent kunai was in his full ramen bowl staining the broth of the ramen a Sinful black.