Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Live or Let DieNaruto started when he felt the rather heavy plate hit his stomach. Blearily glancing down, he saw that his father had finally decided to feed him. Stifling a yawn he wondered when he'd fallen asleep, while trying, rather unsuccessfully, to lift himself up with his right arm. Flopping down, he groaned hungrily when the tantalizing smell of bacon and eggs wafted towards him. He glared at his father who, while sitting in the middle of the floor, was happily devouring everything on his plate, oblivious to his son's dilemma.
Naruto glared at his father even harder, hoping that he might burst into flame under the force of his glare. Unfortunately for Naruto, looks don't kill and his father continued to draw breath.
Naruto sat there. Maybe once the Yondaime was done, he would notice that Naruto needed help and he wouldn't have to ask. That would be torture for Naruto: the man already knew he hated him and seemed to like annoying the living hell out of Naruto because of it. He'd only been here for a day and already he was ready to strangle the man (not that that didn't actually figure into his plans of killing the man already), and Naruto knew he'd be here for at least a couple more days before he could move properly again. He sighed.
'I'm gonna have to do it.'
"Hey…Blondaime?"
The Fourth looked up at this.
"Hmmm? HEY!! Quit calling me that!!!"
Naruto snickered at his father's reaction.
"You know, when you snicker you sound like a chipmunk."
Naruto glared at him. Yondaime smirked at his glare.
"Shut up, loser." Naruto threatened lowly.
"Ooo, I'm so scared. What are you gonna do chipmunk?? Bleed on me?"
Naruto snarled at this reminder of his helplessness. Any charity he might have been feeling for his father vanished and he hissed at the amused expression on his father's handsome face.
"Yeah well it's your fault I'm even out here, asshole!! If you hadn't gone and abandoned me, I wouldn't have had to find you and get attacked by that weird bear demon thing. If it weren't for you, the whole village wouldn't hate me!!"
"Wait…they hate you? Why? It's not your fault you have a demon inside you. If anything, they should see you as a hero." Naruto was slightly disturbed by the pained expression he saw on Yondaime's face. Sure he'd seen just about all this guy's negative expressions ranging from mildly sad to outright hatred, but this one was different, and Naruto couldn't figure out why.
"Hey. What does it matter to you? It's not like you're the one they hate. They all see you as some sort of tragic hero and love you all the more for turning me into a monster." Naruto quickly saw that this was not the thing to say. If anything, it made that terrible pained expression grown more profound.
"But it does matter to me. Don't they know that you're the most important part of me? That by hating you they hate all that's good and pure in me? More than anything I wanted them to see you as a hero for you would be the one to protect them with this awesome power you had. I loved, love, that village more than my own miserable life, but if they hate you, if they think you're the monster when it's obvious to all that I am for what I did to you, my only son. God."
Naruto sat there, shocked.
'He thinks I'm all that good and pure in him? After the things I've said, he still thinks that? He thinks he's the monster and I'm not? Is he crazy or something? Maybe now would be a good time to ask him why he left. After all, he claims to love Konoha, and if he did then he'll have a good reason for leaving, and maybe I won't have to kill him…just bust his face a little.'
Naruto gazed at his father, seeing him in a new, uncomfortable, light as he ran his fingers through his spiky blond hair.
"Umm…Yondaime?" Naruto braced himself for the outburst. He knew his father way to well for comfort because, after all, they were a lot alike.
"What is it, Naruto?" Naruto was surprised by how old his father sounded. As if he'd aged decades in the short time it had taken for Naruto to gather up the courage needed to as this important question.
"Why did you leave the village?"
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