Life as I Knew It
By: HeavenlydemonxXxo
I do not own Naruto.
I wrote this cuz... er... im in a depressed mood?
The fire was dancing everywhere, sparks flying. It flowed along in the direction of the wind. I looked back to Orochimaru.
I used to work for him. I used to be loyal to him. I truly loved him as a father. And I thought he loved me back.
That all changed when I met this boy. A boy named Naruto. I laughed at his attire. I beat him down easily.
But he never gave up. No matter what, he just bounced up again and said that he would defeat me. That he never goes back on his word. I started to take him for serious. Because he wasn't lying.
When my whole family was torn apart, violently, before my eyes and I survived, I cried and cried. Then Orochimaru came. He taught me that life was about the survival of the fittest. Either kill or be killed. That if my life was at a point where I was destined to die, then I should just die. And the fact that my family died meant that they were too weak. They died because they did not have a purpose in this world. In my state of mind, I believed him.
But this boy kept saying no to what I told him. He kept saying that life was meant to be lived. Not to spill blood and live as a murderer. He told me about his life. What he had been through. When no one would appreciate him, love him, not to be acknowledged, he didn't just die away. Instead he kept smiling, and laughing. And do what it takes to be acknowledged. He didn't always succeed, but in the end, he never regretted it.
I didn't know how to respond. My beliefs started to change. I hesitated when Orochimaru demanded me to kill him. Before my mother died, she had once told me a story. Two people were beaten to the ground and left for dead. One of them stared at the heavens and died wishing for the other man to survive. While that other man only saw the dirt and wished for the other to die and himself to survive. I never understood, but now I did. Naruto was the one wishing for others to live their life out. I was the one wishing for others to die.
When Orochimaru attacked Naruto himself, the boy fell unconscious. He was about to put the boy to death, when I caught his hand and pushed him away. Even if it was the last thing I would do, I was going to protect that boy. Orochimaru had filled my mind up with lies and deceit. All the hatred that I had gathered towards everyone else, was now all towards him. With every blow I received, a bit of my regrets broke away. I held him off hoping that Naruto would regain consciousness.
It was now at that point, where Orochimaru always told me to just die away. He jeered at me and mocked me. I blocked out everything he said. I only wanted this boy to survive. At that moment, his eyes fluttered open. He sat up. My purpose was now over. The next blow was fatal. I took it. I could feel no pain anymore. I fell to my knees. As I started falling to the ground, and my life was disappearing by the second, the last thought I had was
Thank you, Naruto.