Sakumo's Suicide Part 2
(MINATO)
Minato stumbled as he appeared in a small shack miles away from the village, falling to his knees with a pained sound. The anger Minato felt towards the people he upbraided vanished, immediately replaced with heart-stopping grief. Why was he so terrified without the man he looked up to his entire life? His accusations echoed back towards him. Why did he not notice the animosity sooner? Why did he not do something about it sooner? Was he as guilty as the people at whom he just screamed treason? He clamped his hands over his ears and screamed, trying to drown out the voices turning his accusations against him.
Why didn't you say anything against the accusations sooner?
I was on a mission. I didn't know.
That's a pathetic excuse. Why didn't you tell him how important he was to you?
I thought he knew.
Pathetic, how could he know if you never told him?
I though he knew.
You're as guilty as the rest of them; you could've at least thanked him for something.
"Shut up! Shut up!" Minato gasped, falling forward and pressing his forehead against the floor, unable to do anything but let the tears drip onto the floor.