1OMG sorry all the fans of my work. (None! I am not very good...00) I haven't gotten around to typing... I have had soo much to do! I'm so sorry
Chapter 2: A home away from home
Naruto kept running. He jumped over tree roots, and dodged low hanging branches. The sound of Sakura sobbing rung in his ears. He wanted the noise out of his system for good. Damn, it was so annoying. It was like an alarm clock that would never turn off. He guessed the only way to get rid of the noise was to forget Sakura. Forget Sasuke. Forget his friends. Forget Konoha.
Sakura bawled and sobbed. She sniveled and she shuddered, and for those who don't know...She was crying. The body of Sasuke lay at her feet, as lifeless as a piece of bread. Okay, dead as a doornail. Her other friends huddled around her.
"Sakura," said Ino, as she was recovering, "Wh-..Wha- OMG it's sasuke!" She screamed, stradling his body and giving him a huge lipper. Then she fell over cuz she moved way too fast.
"NARUTO!" Sakura yelled, "I HATE YOU! YOU ARE NEVER WELCOME IN THE VILLAGE AGAIN!" By then some of the town had come to the scene. Then the crowd started to cheer. "Yes! The traitor is dead!" "Wait...The Kyuubi boy did this?" said an old man, "I guess he isn't so bad after all." More of the crowd flooded in. "Burn the traitor's body!" one yelled. At this, Sakura froze up. No one was going to burn her Sasuke-kun, even though he was dead. She picked him up and ran into the manor. Her friends followed. Then they locked the door behind her. She put Sasuke on the table, after knocking away all of the juice. That was when she remembered: "OMG WE LEFT INO!"
Naruto was still running. Aparently he had never traveled the full distance of the konoha forest. He gained speed. Pretty soon, he was going so fast that he could not dodge the branches. They cut his face, leaving scars all over. Suddenly there was no ground. Naruto was leaving the forest behind him. Instead, while reaching in our terms, 100 miles per hour, (he made this speed using chakra, so don't get mad, I eggxagerratte) he focused his chakra on his feet and ran across the ocean. The cold water tickled his bare feet. There were three islands in the distance. He knew the one in front of him was the village of the mist. And the one far left of it was the village of cloud, but the one in the middle was unfamilliar. He kept running, so as not to fall in. Then Naruto decided he would take his chances and visit the unknown island.
Temari dragged the unconcious Neji back upstairs. The went into Itachi's old room. Temari laid Neji down on the bed. She sighed and sat down next to him on the bed. His face was pale. Almost as pale as the eyes in his head. She put her hand on his head. His head was slightly warm. Temari opened her purse and pulled out a portable thermometer. Temari was no doctor but she knew how to take someone's temperature. That was child's play...right? Totally kidding, she handled it fine."Crap," She muttered. She had another moody teenager to deal with besides herself, Gaara, and Kankurou. And this one had a fever of 103.32.
Gaara rushed outside, through all of the bystanders trying to get in. He picked up Ino's body and rushed back inside. He used some of his sand to seal the door shut. Then he took Ino upstairs into Sasuke's bedroom. Why is it that Ino is so drunk? Ino isn't usually like this. "Ino? Ino?" Gaara aroused Ino, and she sat up fast, bonking him in the head with hers. Gaara's head flew backwards onto the bed. Ino appologised and helped him up. "Ino did something happen? Is that why you are so drunk and high?"
"Why would anything be wrong?" said Ino with a smile and a giggle. She fell over again, unconcious. " This bitch is really pissing me off."
Naruto rushed abross the water. He was nearing the new island. He could see smoke rising from the trees. He reached the sand. It clung to his toes. It reminded him of his old town. Before he moved to Konohaton. Tears started to form in his eyes. Then his thoughts turned to Konohaton. He hated it there. They rejected him. They treated him like dirt. His old anger regained in him, and he strutted across the sand into the forest.
The trees jutted out like daggers. Just like the brambly ones that gave him cuts on the way here. They cut his clothes. They were so shredded that he decided he didn't need all of them. He stripped his jumpsuit. He wore a black undershirt, and orange gym sized shorts. He ran farther and faster now that he had less to carry. In the distance, he saw a village of buildings that looked like exquisitely painted igloos. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his neck, a bunch of unintelligible muttering, and black
I'm so sorry that I couldnt update sooner
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