Depression can be caused by any number of reasons. . .
Death. Confusion. Hurt. Abandonment. Loneliness.
All things felt by a person from time to time. A person can be overwhelmed by these things.
Some things can add to it, and make it nearly impossible to get out of it.
Guilt. . . Blame.
"Hey, Naruto!" Ino chirped as the door to her shop opened.
In walked, of course, the kill me orange clad ninja Naruto, age 15, having come back from training with Jiraiya a few months ago. "What brings you here?" She inquired.
"Hey. ." it was muttered so low she almost thought it was a grunt.
She tilted her head after his obviously fake smile went away. He slowly went through the flower shop, looking through some with obvious thought.
"What are you looking for? Something for the festival tomorrow?"
He hardly responded after about ten seconds of appraising a bouquet. "I guess you could say that."
Tomorrow was the celebration. It would be sixteen years ago tomorrow that the Nine Tailed Fox attacked the village. It was a half memorial to those who died, half festival to celebrate the Leaf's famous 'Will of Fire', seeing that the village survived the tragedy. Since the attack by the Sound village and loss of the third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the festival honored the united Will of the village more and more.
Naruto walked up to Ino with four sets of flowers with a half assed smile. "These three are fine."
Ino looked em over while speaking aloud. "Who they for?" There was a pause with no reply until she looked up to see Naruto, who's face was blank. "Alright, tell Miss Yamanaka what's wrong, Naruto."
He shifted uncomfortably while he scratched his head nervously. "What do ya' mean? Nothing's wro-"
"Please don't bullshit me." Ino deadpanned. "We may not be best friends forever but come on, you can trust me. It can be the blonde club secret." She finished with a smile.
He gave her a fake smile that would make Sai proud. Nevertheless, he didn't respond.
"Naruto. . ." Ino was actually getting concerned now.
Naruto chuckled and started to walk out after paying. He stopped before closing the door. "The day after tomorrow. . . I'm going to come home to shattered windows, graffiti, possibly a robbed home, and all means of verbal abuse along the way. You won't see me tomorrow. . ." He looked back at her, fake smile still there. "Last time I stepped foot in that festival, I ended up in the hospital." He shut the door and left.
Ino was left there wide eyed. She stepped from the register and went to the back room. "MOM! CAN YOU MIND THE STORE A BIT?"
A yell came back, echoing a "YES DEAR!"
Ino quickly got her stuff together, muttering to herself. "This can't be good."