Author's Note: Thanks for the person who Favorited (is that even a word?) I'm thankful someone thinks this is any good. Thanks to my first reviewer - chichi11101 - for not only giving me motivation, but even giving me great advice. I love you. :*
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
"So don't come whinning to me about this destiny stuff, and stop trying to tell me you can't change what you are. You can do it too, because after all, unlike me, you're not a failure." - Uzamaki Naruto
You lay in the hospital bed, replaying everything in your head. How – how did Uzamaki Naruto do that?
One moment you had total control over the situation, hardly and scratch on you; the next you're laying facedown on the ground.
What you saw there scared you as much as it amazed you.
Incredible. For the first time in your life you were wrong. And Uzamaki was right.
Hinata-sama was on the bed next to yours. She was in a critical condition and it was your fault.
"Sorry, Hinata-sama," you murmur. You look around the room spotting your team, random people, even Uzamaki and your uncle.
"Neji-kun!" Tenten, the weapon mistress, cries from the left side of your bed. "I thought you were dead!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy, but nonetheless, still pretty cute.
"Crying is very youthful!" yells Rock Lee. "I am proud of you, Tenten-chan!"
"Lee, my youthful student!" Gai-sensei shrieks.
"Gai-sensei!" Lee counters the teacher.
Not this again, you complain inwardly.
"Lee!"
"Gai-sen—"
"Shut up!" roared Tenten, saving you the grief of seeing that ridiculous sunset appearing out of nowhere. Uzamaki's gaze and yours connected, and you gave him a silent message.
Thank you.
End notes: It's short. Yes, I know that. But I don't know why. Hihihi... been reading Inception fanfiction.
To Joseph Gordon-Levitt: Get out of my head... and my Tumblr. Just kidding. Don't.
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