The violin is a beautiful instrument and Naruto had once played it well. But that was years ago, when his friends had been alive and he had been sure of his sanity. Now, all he wanted to do was die.
Play one last song for the world to hear and be through with it, with everything.
Standing on the roof top of the highest building, people looking on in disbelief, he gracefully sliced open his left arm so the strings of the muscles could be seen.
Taking the bow of his old violin, he played those strings harshly; letting lovely velvet red blood fall over the edge of the roof, causing a sever panic below.
Screaming a song that was so sadistically beautiful no one would be able to forget it, he dug his way into the minds of those who had called him monster, forever to haunt their darkest of dreams.
No music came from the strings of his arm as he ripped the bow skillfully back and forth across them. At least no music anyone else could hear.
But Naruto could hear the song he had come so chillingly accustomed to. The slow sound of a dying heart beat. Growing more and more distant and quiet until all he could hear was a ringing in his ears.
Collapsing onto the floor of the roof, he felt his body start its way to becoming nothing but a decaying pile of meat, bones, and maybe a little blood.
He had played his last song, and as the ringing continued in his ears he felt his muscles and organs give way, his lungs collapse and his heart flutter for a moment or two in a weak attempt to live.
For the first time in years, Uzumaki Naruto slept in total peace.