CHAPTER 2

You're Gone

Summary: This story about how Naruto deals with the death of his best friend. And Kakashi helps him get over it. Warning: includes suicide attempts and heart breaking moments. I even cried while writing this.

Kakashi's POV

Three days later….

I lean against the doorframe of my bedroom monitoring the blond. It been days since the last time he consumed something or even said anything. He just been quietly laying in my bed staring at wall, I tried everything to get him to speak and he won't budge.

Honestly I'm worried about him and I feel like Sasuke broke Naruto. He use to be happy go lucky. Now he's just a broken record playing the same sad song over and over, I feel like that song will end soon just like a few days ago.

The silence grew tense and eventually I asked the evident question,"Are you hungry?" He didn't move a inch from his spot nor did his eyes or lips move.

After a few seconds, I heard a growl and smiled a little bit at him. "Of course." I answered back and walked off to the kitchen to fix something he wouldn't be able to say no to.

Five minutes pass and I come back to the room with a bowl of ramen, he was in the same spot, but he was clutching his stomach as if trying to contain its large growls.

I laughed and grew happy that he was behaving like his old stupid happy self. I knew Sasuke couldn't break Naruto as a whole, but I also knew it wouldn't last too long. I am willing to help as much as I can to bring the Naruto we all loved back.

Naruto's POV

The smell of ramen hit my nose and on reflex my tongue slipped over my lips. I tried my hardest to resist the thought of slurping the goodness of the noodles and soup. My stomach growled against my will and I fidgeted to make it stop, but it wouldn't. Sensei of course noticed and laughed at my struggle. "Why don't you eat? You haven't eaten in days." I put on a poker face, refusing to consume the meal he cooked for me. My stomach didn't agree with me, instead it urged me to eat it. I muttered a curse when my belly urges become louder. I heard my fox's voice in my ear, "Kit, if you die, I die so you should stuff your mouth with those noodles you love so much!"

I wanted to go against my will to live, but my stomach didn't have that in it's plans. Sensei left me with the hot bowl of ramen on his dresser with a pair of chopsticks.

Even if he left me in the room, I could still sense him hiding as a item waiting for me to dive into the steaming noodles.

Three hours later….

My body laid on the bed facing the cold bowl, keeping to my promise of not eating at all.

Kakashi watched from the wall opposite of me, struggling and fidgeting, he was happy that I was at least moving and breathing.

I believe he wished I would eat, but that was the last thing on my mind until I felt a great pain in my chest.

I gripped my chest, feeling my heart pound against my chest. I closed my eyes tightly, shouting at the fox to stop twisting my intestines around.

Pain shot through my entire being, this feeling was far worse than death. "IF YOU DON'T EAT SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, I AM GOING TO TWIST YOUR FUCKING INTESTINES INTO A BIG KNOT AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SHIT! IF YOU REALLY WANNA DIE SO BADLY!"

I opened my eyes again. I didn't want to die this way so I grabbed the fucking noodles that caused all this trouble and ate them like they were my last meal.

"..." Fox Talking