Yay. I love the rain. A rainy day inside my home gave me inspiration, and it will reveal itself in the next chapter. Trust me, it's quite stupid, but I like it.
VI
Naruto's pov
We should die.
No. I should. She doesn't, but before I do, at least I have to explain it to her.
Slowly, I carried her into the restroom behind her shop, my eyes locked on her unconscious but nevertheless, attractive figure. White as snow, and in a way, her skin evokes the sorrow and gloom of one of those days I have had in snow. It was at snow, that I almost lost a friend.
I placed her on a small, simple bed, and sat next to her. I really did not know how to tell her what I meant to say, and seeing her sleep brings out memories that I am weak, and my abilities are limited. As it rains outside, my heart follows down the river of pain and sorrow. Her dark long hair reminded me of so many people, from Tsunami back in wave, to a little orphan girl in Cloud. All of them have seen bad things, and so did she, but why and how was it me that fired the bullet?
The room was simple, the walls was somewhat dirty, and the floors showed signs of age and wanted wear. The small yellowish light, a glow similar to those of wax candles for dinner, and they always invite emotions. Now, the fault is mine own, and I felt ripped and tormented like I never felt before. No hateful stares of the past could rival this self-inflicted pain...
Run? I can't believe I am thinking to that. But it feels like a dead end, with death being the only choice.
She moved slightly, and somehow, I felt it is now or never.
Hinata's pov
Was that a dream after a long nightmare? To be told that he is still alive after so long? Somehow, I felt this was all a trick my desperate mind was playing on myself, yet a part of me felt otherwise.
I turned slightly, and found myself entirely weak, with almost no ability to move. There a person stood, a person I do not recognize, yet awfully familiar. He was blonde, and he had blue eyes, yet he did not see me. He was looking at the ceiling, and I too found myself looking at the ceiling.
Icarus. Slain for flying too close to the sun, and in a way, it did reflect how Naruto was. The ceiling was a wall that limited us, bound us to our fickle existence, and the unwritten social laws that forever affects us. Now, he is gone, yet with such news, I wonder whether this is real to begin with... The lines between reality, and dream, is getting fuzzy for me with each passing day. A curse of those involved in arts, to be immersed in another world that should not exist.
"Hinata." This someone said, and my eyes looked at him. He was distant from the sight of his captivating blue eyes, as if he was reflective on the past.
"I do not know how to tell you, and even if I did, you aren't awake to listen to me..."
He remained quiet, and he looked out into the rain, unaware of my consciousness.
"But it's better that way. At least you can keep hoping and thinking you will meet me again one day."
Slowly, I saw a small drop of tear fall onto the dirty unclean panels on the floor.
"That day, when I left Konoha, it was because I have to. I did not want all of you to suffer, from whatever that might happen should Akatsuki manage to get to Kyubi that is sealed inside me."
'What... No... Naruto?'
"I had to, for everyone. But if I knew what would happen to you..." Another small teardrop fell to the floor. "I would have stayed. I did not want you to be like this."
He stood up, and walked towards the window. There, he kept looking at rain outside, that seemed to reflect on the sorrow that hangs and stalks in the room. Helpless, I felt like crying, yet my body betrayed me once again.
"I never knew... I never knew. I was so stupid. Ain't I? I did not know you liked me, and I was on thinking almost everyone hated me. Yet, you liked me. Again, curse my stupidity and ignorance."
'It wasn't your fault... I never had the courage to speak up...' I felt incredibly weak mentally.
"It is my own stupid actions, that caused you to be like this. My fault. I wish you had fallen for someone else... Because you are too good, too perfect. You deserve.... better. I should die, shouldn't I?"
'NO!' I wanted to speak, yet my mouth betrayed me.
"Yeah. I should. I caused you to be like this... I robbed you of your future."
'No...'
"I will die, as I should, as history state. But I hope you can live on, with renewed confidence, with some purpose."
'No... Wait... Stop...'
"I don't want you to rot, to vanish. I want you to fulfill your own potential, to realize your dreams and help those who need them."
'No... Naruto... You are my... dream.'
"Lastly, my dear friend."
'Why? Why could I not stop him? Why... am I so weak? Am I going to let my dream slip away... again?'
"Hinata... I am sorry."
'No... Stop this nightmare... please, somebody wake me up...'
"I am sorry for what I have done. Although I know you can't hear me, but at least it eases some of my guilt."
'Enough.. This isn't a dream anymore. Stop... Stop! This is a nightmare... Worst of the worst...'
"Goodbye, and this is the end for me."
'STOP!!!!'
"I will kill myself, somewhere you can never find. So, you can live on, although fueled by false hopes. Live, so we can be happy..."
'Stop!!!' Then, it was pitch black...
Naruto's POV
Goodbye, Hinata. This will be the last time we will meet.
I took another look at the rain outside, then I walked outside, with a black umbrella shielding me from the rain.
It's interesting how I feel now, as if this is a reenactment of a movie with a sad ending. The scene where the main character walks away, deserting his past, leaving the person who cares for him behind. Yet, guilt shackles me to my decision, and my death would also seal away the possibilities of Kyubi running free once more.
Again, like a movie, somehow, there exists this nagging thought it my mind, that a continuation is waiting.
But there aren't any continuation, when the hero dies, isn't it?
Goodbye, Hinata.
III
Konoha's Seaside Park, 17th May.
An unidentified blonde teenager has been found dead, washed on the shore this morning, as reported by a group of patrolling rangers. According to the results recovered from the autopsy department, he drowned to death. Further investigation is currently being executed by the Konoha Police Department to classify and identify the motive of the death.If anyone has any information on this 20 plus blonde and blue-eyed person, please come and report to the station to aid with the investigation.
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SAD END, for a chapter. There are a few more chapters, but IF YOU PEOPLE LIKE SAD ENDINGS, STOP HERE.
NARUTO IS DEAD, but how will I continue? I have a few tricks in my writer's pocket, and they are rather childish... but... I like the ideas I came up with.
VI
Naruto's pov
We should die.
No. I should. She doesn't, but before I do, at least I have to explain it to her.
Slowly, I carried her into the restroom behind her shop, my eyes locked on her unconscious but nevertheless, attractive figure. White as snow, and in a way, her skin evokes the sorrow and gloom of one of those days I have had in snow. It was at snow, that I almost lost a friend.
I placed her on a small, simple bed, and sat next to her. I really did not know how to tell her what I meant to say, and seeing her sleep brings out memories that I am weak, and my abilities are limited. As it rains outside, my heart follows down the river of pain and sorrow. Her dark long hair reminded me of so many people, from Tsunami back in wave, to a little orphan girl in Cloud. All of them have seen bad things, and so did she, but why and how was it me that fired the bullet?
The room was simple, the walls was somewhat dirty, and the floors showed signs of age and wanted wear. The small yellowish light, a glow similar to those of wax candles for dinner, and they always invite emotions. Now, the fault is mine own, and I felt ripped and tormented like I never felt before. No hateful stares of the past could rival this self-inflicted pain...
Run? I can't believe I am thinking to that. But it feels like a dead end, with death being the only choice.
She moved slightly, and somehow, I felt it is now or never.
Hinata's pov
Was that a dream after a long nightmare? To be told that he is still alive after so long? Somehow, I felt this was all a trick my desperate mind was playing on myself, yet a part of me felt otherwise.
I turned slightly, and found myself entirely weak, with almost no ability to move. There a person stood, a person I do not recognize, yet awfully familiar. He was blonde, and he had blue eyes, yet he did not see me. He was looking at the ceiling, and I too found myself looking at the ceiling.
Icarus. Slain for flying too close to the sun, and in a way, it did reflect how Naruto was. The ceiling was a wall that limited us, bound us to our fickle existence, and the unwritten social laws that forever affects us. Now, he is gone, yet with such news, I wonder whether this is real to begin with... The lines between reality, and dream, is getting fuzzy for me with each passing day. A curse of those involved in arts, to be immersed in another world that should not exist.
"Hinata." This someone said, and my eyes looked at him. He was distant from the sight of his captivating blue eyes, as if he was reflective on the past.
"I do not know how to tell you, and even if I did, you aren't awake to listen to me..."
He remained quiet, and he looked out into the rain, unaware of my consciousness.
"But it's better that way. At least you can keep hoping and thinking you will meet me again one day."
Slowly, I saw a small drop of tear fall onto the dirty unclean panels on the floor.
"That day, when I left Konoha, it was because I have to. I did not want all of you to suffer, from whatever that might happen should Akatsuki manage to get to Kyubi that is sealed inside me."
'What... No... Naruto?'
"I had to, for everyone. But if I knew what would happen to you..." Another small teardrop fell to the floor. "I would have stayed. I did not want you to be like this."
He stood up, and walked towards the window. There, he kept looking at rain outside, that seemed to reflect on the sorrow that hangs and stalks in the room. Helpless, I felt like crying, yet my body betrayed me once again.
"I never knew... I never knew. I was so stupid. Ain't I? I did not know you liked me, and I was on thinking almost everyone hated me. Yet, you liked me. Again, curse my stupidity and ignorance."
'It wasn't your fault... I never had the courage to speak up...' I felt incredibly weak mentally.
"It is my own stupid actions, that caused you to be like this. My fault. I wish you had fallen for someone else... Because you are too good, too perfect. You deserve.... better. I should die, shouldn't I?"
'NO!' I wanted to speak, yet my mouth betrayed me.
"Yeah. I should. I caused you to be like this... I robbed you of your future."
'No...'
"I will die, as I should, as history state. But I hope you can live on, with renewed confidence, with some purpose."
'No... Wait... Stop...'
"I don't want you to rot, to vanish. I want you to fulfill your own potential, to realize your dreams and help those who need them."
'No... Naruto... You are my... dream.'
"Lastly, my dear friend."
'Why? Why could I not stop him? Why... am I so weak? Am I going to let my dream slip away... again?'
"Hinata... I am sorry."
'No... Stop this nightmare... please, somebody wake me up...'
"I am sorry for what I have done. Although I know you can't hear me, but at least it eases some of my guilt."
'Enough.. This isn't a dream anymore. Stop... Stop! This is a nightmare... Worst of the worst...'
"Goodbye, and this is the end for me."
'STOP!!!!'
"I will kill myself, somewhere you can never find. So, you can live on, although fueled by false hopes. Live, so we can be happy..."
'Stop!!!' Then, it was pitch black...
Naruto's POV
Goodbye, Hinata. This will be the last time we will meet.
I took another look at the rain outside, then I walked outside, with a black umbrella shielding me from the rain.
It's interesting how I feel now, as if this is a reenactment of a movie with a sad ending. The scene where the main character walks away, deserting his past, leaving the person who cares for him behind. Yet, guilt shackles me to my decision, and my death would also seal away the possibilities of Kyubi running free once more.
Again, like a movie, somehow, there exists this nagging thought it my mind, that a continuation is waiting.
But there aren't any continuation, when the hero dies, isn't it?
Goodbye, Hinata.
III
Konoha's Seaside Park, 17th May.
An unidentified blonde teenager has been found dead, washed on the shore this morning, as reported by a group of patrolling rangers. According to the results recovered from the autopsy department, he drowned to death. Further investigation is currently being executed by the Konoha Police Department to classify and identify the motive of the death.If anyone has any information on this 20 plus blonde and blue-eyed person, please come and report to the station to aid with the investigation.
IIIIIIIIII
SAD END, for a chapter. There are a few more chapters, but IF YOU PEOPLE LIKE SAD ENDINGS, STOP HERE.
NARUTO IS DEAD, but how will I continue? I have a few tricks in my writer's pocket, and they are rather childish... but... I like the ideas I came up with.