"Moooooooooooom," Naruto, around six years of age, whined from his position in the back seat of the car.
"Yes dear," Naruto couldn't help but grin at the soft and humored tone of his mothers voice. The child's face could've practically split in half; or at least that's what his mother mused. A trait she knew had obviously come from his father. At the thought of her husband she smiled briefly at the man driving before returning her smile back to her son. Other than his personality the boy really didn't inherit anything from his mother. He was a spitting image of his father, and if it weren't for the whisker like scars brandishing his cheeks she could have said he was nothing more than a chibi carbon copy.
"Are we almost there," Naruto sighed before adding with a pout, "S'uke always gets mad when I'm late!"
His mother giggled at the image that popped in her mind. The last time she had brought Naruto for a sleep over to Sasuke's they had gotten stuck in traffic. Thus making them late; which apparently the young Uchiha did not seem to like. Sasuke had glared at his friend and continued to mumble something or another of his schedule of plans being knocked off track. God forbid; Sasuke had to reorganize all the events for the night and even had to cut out making sundaes. Which of course sent Naruto into a pouting fit. Leave it to Naruto to get riled up over ice cream. He whined and tried to reason they had plenty of time. They just had to simply look left and right at the same time.
It was her son's odd way of saying 'to multitask'; she never did find out where he got that from.
His mother shook her head as she remembered the boys dark eyes trying so hard to glare at his best friend. Really the young boy was far to adorable to really look menacing; although… In a few years once he grew out of his chubby cheeks that glare could be quite formidable she mused.
None the less; the two friends had quite a strange relationship together. Much like Sasuke and Naruto's fathers once had. The two fought and bickered; and were nothing if not complete opposites.
The differences in appearance was painfully noticeable. Sasuke was pale with dark hair and eyes; Naruto was naturally tan with bright blonde hair and almost glowing blue eyes. Sasuke was organized; quite odd for someone his age. Naruto on the other hand, if he put anything down and took his eyes from it in less than a second it would seemingly disappear. Sasuke was calm and collected; Naruto was excitable and rash. Sasuke wasn't a loud or much of a talker. While on the other hand you were lucky to get Naruto to stop rambling on for more than a moments time, and the volume of his voice…. Well lets just say he isn't 'inside voice' friendly. But when it came down to it; they were inseparable.
Their differences complimented each other. Sasuke kept Naruto in line; and Naruto allowed Sasuke to enjoy himself rather than taking everything so seriously.
"We'll be there soon; I don't think Sasuke will take any ice cream privileges away this time."
Naruto's smile faltered before widening, "He can't take them away! His mommy said he was being rude and we got sundaes anyway! I even got reese's on mine… Oh and chocolate syrup too!"
Naruto perked at the sound of his fathers whistle, "Wow reeses and chocolate syrup! You must have been running a muck all night there kiddo."
Naruto puffed as his father chuckled at the cute expression adorning his son's face, "Quit picking on meeeeee. Mooooooooom."
"You heard Naruto; no picking fun," his mother teased as she flicked her husbands nose. She smiled softly at the soft chuckle that left her husbands lips. She really thought that no one; short of their son; could possibly be so handsome when he smiled or laughed.
Naruto's eyes widened from his place in the back seat. He attempted to cry out for his father; but his voice couldn't reach them in time. A loud impact echoed in Naruto's ear drums as he felt himself get jerked roughly in his seat. He didn't even have time to scream as he felt his head spin and the sound of metal scraping violently against the pavement screeched louder until finally coming to an abrupt stop.
The young boys eyes fluttered as a frantic voice begin to pick up in volume. He shook his head and groaned trying to clear his vision and focus his hearing. The voice seeming to rip through his skull with a piercing pain.
"Naruto! Naruto; wake up! Naru!"
Naruto winced as he tried to open his eyes. His head was pounding violently and his vision swam before slowly coming into focus. The sight that greeted his eyes made Naruto's eyes grow wide and swell with tears. His mother strained a smile; trying to reassure him that everything was alright. He wished he could focus solely on her face. He wished at that moment that his eyes hadn't instead caught the pained wincing and tears from her eyes. That he didn't see the her clenching tightly at her abdomen; crimson pushing freely past her fingers at an alarming rate. Her once bright yellow sun dress now soaked in the frightening shade of red.
His mouth flapped open without sound as his eyes danced wildly focusing on every possible inch of his mother. It wasn't until his eyes trained over to his father that his lungs seemed to cease functioning. The once bright shock of corn blonde hair was soaked in the same crimson staining his mothers clothes. His head lax against the window and his body limp against the car door. Naruto panicked as he searched for any movement; when he found none he looked to his mother for answers, "M-Mom… D-dad isn't… he's not moving…"
All words fell from his mind and mouth as he caught his mother's tears falling freely down her half lidded eyes. He watched as his mother tried to choke back a sob as she whispered that mommy and daddy would be ok. They would be fine; the doctors would get them soon and they would all be fine. Everything would be fine.
Naruto's own tears fell freely; fighting desperately to believe in his mother's words. To believe that they would be alright; that this would pass as nothing more than a bad dream. They would frown upon the moment and live and laugh as they always had. As they always will. But deep down; something pulled at his stomach. It tore through his being. He knew; but he denied it till the end.
Everything would never be the same; everything wouldn't be alright.
Short ; yes; but this is a starter chapter so forgive me ~ This will be the official re-write to sober… I really wasn't happy with the first one.. It was just far to impersonal and I really could've done so much more with it… so a re-write it is~ As you can see I'm going to leave the one shot up BUT starting from chapter 2 I'm going to go into a multi-chapter version. Please be paitent with me I promise this will be far better than my first attempt Thank you for reading and please review