Naruto cried in his bathroom, as he stared at the remains of his hiate-ate. He stared in his mirror, tears streaming down his face as he remembered the cold words.
'Monster.'
'murderer.'
'Kyuubi.'
He broken-heartedly repeated them. "Monster. You're a monster. You'll never be Hokage. Demon." He cursed at his reflection as he tore at his flesh with a worn kunai. "Mutt… worthless mutt. If you became Hokage, everybody would move out of Konoha. Even Sasuke."
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Sasuke stared at Naruto's house. He wasn't sure if he should turn away, or venture further. He decided the latter. He opened the door; Naruto never locked it, and searched the house for the blonde.
He found him very quickly.
The blonde boy with blue shining eyes and an optimistic grin lay unconscious on the floor, his blonde locks matted with blood and sleeping pills strewn upon the bathroom tile. Sasuke lifted him up in a panic, and drug him out of his house. He screamed for his sensei, for Iruka, and even for Sakura.
"Tasukete!"
The Haruno's phone rang at 2 o'clock in the morning.
"…Moshi moshi?"
"Haruno Sakura?"
"…Yes?" the girl said sleepily.
"This is the Konoha Hospital; a teammate of yours is here… I think you should come here promptly."
"Why? What happened?"
"He's in critical condition –click-"
Sakura slipped on her sandals and ran out the door.
