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Lol, yup, I'm alive ^^' and I'm SOOOOOOOO SOOOORRRRRYYYY!!!!! T-T I know it's been 2 MONTHS since I've updated, and u can nail me to the cross or throw my body in the lake, or burn me like a witch, or however you kill writers who take too long to update, I so deserve it -_- SO much procrastination, I SWEAR. On the good excuse side: I was up North for winter break, and then I've had so many weekend dates. Also: I had MAJOR probs starting this chap :/ I have to have written like 5-6 dif beginnings to this -_-' It's HARD to get this emo XD (That being said, this chap will be extra emo-licious ;D) But, in the end, it was some of my friends who were finally like, "Seriously, when are you gonna update?" ^^''''
With apology in mind BACK TO HOW MANY MONTHS AGO:
Heh heh heh, sorry once again ^^'''' I guess cuz I was never really emotionally attached to Jiraiya, it was majorly easy killing him? But to all the Jiraiya lovers out there, forgive me for my betrayal, or torture me extra long when u come to kill me for not updating :D
Btw, HAPPY EARLY V-DAY :D Consider this as my gift to u :P
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO (since it's already been 2 months): NEW CHAP!
Chapter 12: See
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And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
~Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
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A boy running down a street as if his life depended on it usually attracts attention. When someone pushes past another, the other usually turns to look at the cause. It takes a lot of monotony to override natural curiosity, but it seemed that Naruto had run for his life enough times that even the lone alley cat did not spare him a glance.
But for once, Naruto did not know why he was running, let alone who he was running from. Behind him was no angry mob, no drunk men, no one calling for his death. From what he could tell, no one had bothered to follow him at all. They'd simply let him run away, and in turn, that was what he did. He ran. Up main streets, down dark alleys, with and against traffic; it didn't really matter where. The blonde wasn't thinking any further ahead then turning on the next corner.
There's something mindless and numbing to running. Done enough, the body falls into a pattern, a rhythm. With all the impromptu practice the Kyuubi container received, running became almost like second nature to him. By the sounds of his soles slapping on concrete or even sliding on gravel, he could guess how fast he was going, how much pressure he was putting on his muscles, and even how much energy he was wasting. At the academy, he used to brag about his mad skills, but no one would believe him. The then 9 year old boy had made the mistake of asking a random teacher to time him, who then smudged the numbers to prove that he was wrong, and made him unbelievable. The blonde never ran for anything other than training or emergencies after that.
But it was nice running, it gave the same sort of feeling of being that cutting had, though not in as high a dosage. Maybe if he'd remember how good it felt to just run on any other day, it could've done him some good. Now, however, was a bad time, and running was not going to fix his problems. Jiraiya was dead, and the only thing that could make that go away was a blade.
Naruto didn't know how long he'd been running for, but he figured now was as good as any time to end. After slowing, the blonde finally stopped and looked at his surroundings. The teen knew Konoha upside down, backwards, blindfolded, but he couldn't quite place where he was. He was in an alley of some sort, probably in Konoha's middle class judging by the clear cement walls void of any writing and by the way the trash was still within the can and not strewn around the surrounding area. Normally, the boy would've quickly walked away; this area and the people who lived regular lives and had happy little families always made him feel more out of place than any other part of Konoha. Today, however, none of those feelings seemed to occur to him.
With a sigh, the teen walked up to a wall, turned his back to it, and let himself slid down until he hit the rough ground. Naruto sighed again, and dug his head into the wall behind him. Maybe he could stay here, live here, so what if he was out on the streets? He could survive, he knew how. The teen closed his eyes to imagine life in this chance alley he'd winded up in, but all he could see was Jiraiya's face. Instantly his eyes snapped open, and he focused on the wall across from him instead. It seemed bigger from down here, more imposing and menacing. Like, at any moment, it'd bend over him and swallow him. Perhaps that's why the alley looked so nice; the walls ate anything unseemly.
Kami, Naruto was losing it. Walls eating people? For a third time he sighed. A blade would be really good about now. Of course, where was he going to get one? He couldn't very well go home or the prison he lived in now. Like always, he had no money and couldn't afford a butter knife, let alone a kunai. Oh how easy it would be if he friends didn't know about his secret hobby.
The blonde sat up straight to think for a second. Was there someone who didn't know? If Neji knew, Naruto had to assume the rest of his team, including Gai-sensei, knew, which then meant that the other team's sensei's knew, and that Ino had to know, and if Ino knew than it must have been all over the gossip network, and…. Yup, the teen was screwed. …But what if it hadn't made it to the Academy? It wouldn't be the first time he'd begged Iruka to let him borrow a kunai…
That guilt that had been appearing more frequently as of late visited again and Naruto regretted even thinking of that as an option. He could only imagine how Iruka would react if he later found out he was helping him hurt himself. Still, that didn't mean the teen wasn't going to. The teen just had to be more creative in finding his drug. Too bad his secret stash had been robbed right before he'd been arrested and that he didn't have anymore he could retrie—.
Kami, Naruto really was losing it. Maybe Sasuke didn't just call him a baka to get on his nerves after all. After jumping to his feet, he took off to find the nearest exit out of Konoha.
After several wrong turns and a nearly fatal incident with a squirrel, Naruto finally came upon the clearing. The boy hadn't come here very often, no more than five or six times to tell the truth, but he could tell instantly it was the right clearing. To his left was a tree with several cuts in a line, almost identical to his leg. Straight across the clearing laid another tree, its bark marred where his frustrated punches due to Sasuke's promotion landed. Yup, it was the clearing he was looking for.
With a small smile on his face, Naruto made his way to another tree, separated from the others to his far right. Looking at it, one immediately noticed how much older and withered it looked compared to the other trees. As one neared, it was obvious that the darker side of nature had overcome the poor tree, and that tree disease and decay had slowly consumed its center until it was nothing but a hallow husk.
Maybe that's why he chose it. Of course, the more logical reason Naruto chose this tree over the others was because of the fact that it was indeed hallow, and therefore it was best for storing things. But, then again, sentimental reasons sound better than logical ones.
Finally, Naruto reached the shell of the tree and searched what was left of the bark. The tree was like a cupboard now, what with all the holes scattered on the trees. After searching several around the mid section of the tree, Naruto saw the small notch marked over one of the holes. Without hesitation, the teen jabbed his hands into the crevice. As expected, the hole was not a pleasant place. The blonde's hand was instantly engulfed in spider webs (maybe even a spider or two), and as you felt the around he could feel fungus growing on every inch of bark. Until he felt canvas, that is.
His smile widened slightly, and he gripped the canvas bag, careful to not spill any of its contents. Just as carefully, the teen extracted the bag. Sure enough, it was a plain canvas bag, one that looked like it could be used to hold medicine or money, but Naruto knew it had neither of those. The boy pulled at the bag's string, before tilting it slightly to let its contents to fall onto his hand. Out fell a single kunai, kept just in case.
Naruto had been fairly calm up until this point, though he had been itching for this moment; the moment when he would have something sharp in his hand once more. But now, that calm rushed faster than a river from his body and he could see his hand shaking as he gripped the blade's handle. The metal was frigid against his skin which burned from running and anticipation, but he almost dropped it from the shock, the guilt, it sent through his fingers. Kami, not this again. He would not bend to a feeling; he could not bend to its will.
But what would Jiraiya think if he cut? "Yes." It was Jiraiya's turn to flinch. Naruto winced at the memory and the look on Jiraiya's face when the teen told his sensei that he'd cut while they were traveling together.
But Jiraiya was dead. Gone, lost to the afterlife, never to return from his mission unless they recovered the body. He was the reason Naruto was here, he had left him. What else mattered?
Fueled by this reasoning, the blonde dragged up his sleeve revealing pure skin, stretched taunt on his bones and muscles, just begging to be sliced, and Naruto was not to deny it. With a single movement, the boy had torn through the flesh just below his elbow, and, slowly, small dots of liquid scarlet bubbled through the opening, pooling at the line before sliding down his skin. The smallest prick of pain registered at the back of the blonde's mind, but Jiraiya's face was clearer than the pain.
The boy scowled, bringing the kunai an inch above his wrist before adding a dangerous amount of pressure to the blade. With ease, the metal broke the skin, this time resulting in a greater amount of blood dripping from the wound. Pain streaked across his mind, blinding his senses, but only for a second. And a moment later, he could hear Tsunade's voice ringing in his ears.
"Jiraiya is dead."
No! He wasn't supposed to think of him, not right now. Kuso!
Quickly the boy switched hands, noting how quickly he was losing feeling in his left fingers and knowing that if wanted to make cuts on his opposite hand, it would be impossible to do so after a few minutes. As soon as he had the kunai secure in his weak palm, he made 3 sloppy slices about mid-forearm on his right side, before having to switch hands back. Kami, why couldn't the pain go away? Why couldn't he just forget that he was still alive?
Naruto didn't know when he'd started crying, but by the fifth cut on his left arm, he felt salty tears sting his wounds. His head was getting far too lightheaded, and the teen could see that the Kyuubi was now closing his first cuts. But when the boy saw this, he began to cut faster, deeper, as if racing against the demon. It seemed as if he was winning too, because, though the Kyuubi could close the wounds easily, he couldn't replace the blood the boy lost.
Gaki, stop it already. You've already lost too much blood. Oi! Gaki.
The demon was speaking to the teen, but he didn't pay attention. He could hear the monster cursing at him, threatening him, but Naruto pretended he could not. Because, it didn't matter if he acknowledged the Kyuubi; it didn't matter if agreed to stop, because he didn't think he could. All he could think about was stopping everything else that hurt him in his life: the words, the loss, the loneliness. The dizziness and lightheadedness, the blood loss, the certain death that would result if he continued to lose as much blood as he was losing: none of that mattered to him anymore.
No, he'd stop thinking about Jiraiya; he'd stop thinking of all other pain, no matter what it took.
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Sasuke was not a happy shinobi to say the least. The moody teen knew the day would not go well the minute he woke up with a cat on his chest. As a shinobi, his first instinct was to slaughter whatever owned the pair of sky blue eyes staring into his own onyx ones. Luckily for the cat, his Uchiha instincts allowed him to take in the situation with a calm, emotionless demeanor before committing any needed slaughtering. Once the boy realized it was only a very oblivious kitten, Sasuke couldn't help but feel a bit dishearted. Oh the fun he would've had if he had just killed the dumb animal when he could claim ignorance.
As if the orange ball of fur could hear his thoughts, Nato arched his small spine and let out a ferocious hiss, before jumping off his chest and scurrying out the door. Yes, from that moment Sasuke knew his day would be better spent just staring at the ceiling, but, with a sigh, the youngest Uchiha got up anyway.
Sure enough, Sasuke's day only got worse and worse. At first he thought his alarm hadn't gone off once more when he found no one in the kitchen enjoying breakfast, but midway through an apple, the teen realized the sun was just beginning to rise. Knowing he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again now that he'd woken up, the teen went out to train early. Due to this head start, however, Sasuke finished his training regiment at least a full hour, maybe even two hours, earlier than usual. While any normal shinobi would have been ecstatic with the free time, Sasuke grimaced at the thought. What would he do for 2 whole hours? The teen considered starting the training he did after lunch now, but the thought of spending an hour at home later when Naruto was more likely to be about seemed even worse to him.
It wasn't as if he didn't like Naruto being there, but… no that was the jist of it. After Naruto's outburst two days ago, Sasuke couldn't bring himself to see the blonde. Each time he did, he began to notice things he seemed to have overlooked since he'd been admitted to his makeshift rehab. How the blonde's hair seemed to be less vibrant, his arms seemed to become as thin as his face, and worse, how the boy seemed almost childlike in his actions. The few times the raven haired teen caught a glimpse of his teammate walking down the hall, it was painfully obvious how each step seemed hesitant, as if he didn't know whether he was suppose to be there or as if he'd forgotten where he was going.
But that was nothing when he noticed that Naruto wouldn't look him in the eye. At first, Sasuke brushed it off as a fluke, or perhaps he was still mad from the night before, but then he noticed the teen never looked at him straight. The Uchiha tested the blonde, asking him questions, making him angry, once he even tripped the boy so he could catch him. But every time, he wouldn't look at him in the eye.
The moment Sasuke realized it was true; the thought never left his mind. When did his friend stop looking at him? What had happened that made him stop? It was all the teen could think about. Slowly, the Uchiha began to remember interactions between the two of them, all of Naruto at the Uchiha compound, and all of which the other boy did not, in fact, look at him in the eye.
Sasuke swore. The teen looked down at his now bleeding finger and the kunai he'd been picking up. The once flawless metal now had a large crack running down the center, and as the Uchiha had picked it up from holding the flat part of the weapon's blade, he must have cut his finger as he grabbed the crack. He frowned at the blemish on one of his nicer kunai, knowing that now he'd probably have to get rid of it. It really was not a good day.
With a sigh, Sasuke stuffed the kunai with the rest, and began to walk back home. He was a bit hungry after all.
Normally, Sasuke arrived home from training after Naruto and Itachi had finished lunch, though on the odd occasion, like today, he arrived as they were still eating. To his surprise, however, only Itachi sat at the table eating.
"I sent Naruto out." For once, Sasuke was more stunned by what his brother said rather than the fact he'd answer a question that the teen had yet to ask.
"What do you mean by 'out'?" His older brother looked at him, with a slightly worried look as if he seriously thought Sasuke didn't know what the word "out" meant, and Sasuke returned the look with a glare. "When?"
"Earlier." The younger was about to retort, but instead pivoted and left the room.
There was little point in wasting time trying to pry information when his brother was like this. It didn't matter that Naruto wasn't suppose to leave the house, let alone be sent off to only Itachi knows where, Sasuke would just have to let it slide. Once again, the Uchiha would have to swallow his curiosity and perhaps take out his anger on a log¹. Well, lunch was now out of the question, since the kitchen held an exasperating excuse for a human being.
Before he could leave again, Sasuke was stopped by a knock on the door. The teen stopped and stared at the door, certainly not wanting to open it, however, relishing in the excuse to waste a minute or so. What's more, it could be Naruto behind the door, and Sasuke didn't know whether he considered that a good or bad thing.
The knock came again, this time louder, and slightly more urgent, if not irritated. With a sigh, the raven haired teen walked to the door and pulled it open roughly.
"Yes?" To Sasuke's surprise it was not anyone he knew, per se, but an ANBU, with a very familiar mask.
"Uchiha-san, has Uzumaki-san returned?" 'Uchiha-san' looked at the masked man emotionlessly, though really his curiosity spiked infinitely.
"No."
"Thank you for your time. Uzumaki-san is missing, and Tsunade-sama demands that any information on his whereabouts be reported to her if and when any is received." Instantly, Sasuke went on alert. The ANBU turned to leave, but Sasuke snapped at him.
"What do you mean missing?"
"His whereabouts are unknown. Thank you for your time." Again, the higher ranked shinobi turned to leave, only to be stopped by the teen once more.
"What do you mean his whereabouts?"
"Where he is. Thank you for your time." Before Sasuke could ask another ridiculous question, the ANBU disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Sasuke swore, and rushed out the door, slamming the door behind him.
He assumed Itachi had heard everything anyway.
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Sasuke cursed as he finished upturning every stone and sweeping away every stray leaf of the last training field in Konoha. His searches were inadequate and fruitless, and his already existing frustration had escalated until the teen was in a rage.
The Uchiha was at a loss, and his ignorance of Naruto, which he'd been well aware ever since his promotion, was so prominent that Sasuke wasn't sure if he even knew his teammates name. Because, once the raven haired boy began his search, he had no idea where he should start. A friend's house? The ramen stand? A training ground? He assumed the ANBU would visit their peers, and therefore skipped the unbearable and excruciating task of visiting each one of the original rookie nine and Gai's team. Though he doubted the missing blonde would be there, the sharingan wielder passed by the ramen stand his friend loved, but saw no sign of his presence. And now, the training grounds turned out to be a bust as well.
So where could he be! Did Sasuke really have no idea where the dobe could have disappeared to? There couldn't be many places he'd run to, could there? Perhaps he should check the bridge the team met on? He'd already checked the training field where they took their bell test. Where else had he seen the blonde visit?
Images of Naruto with a certain Hyuuga in a clearing came to mind, and, though he had no idea if he could ever find the chance clearing again, Sasuke decided to give it a shot.
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Someone needed to make a map of Konoha and its forests, because, within two minutes, the Uchiha was lost. Well, not lost, Uchiha don't get lost, but he most certainly hadn't found the clearing he was looking for…nor did he know if he was even near it. A sane man would turn on their heels, lift their hands to the sky, and give up while they were behind; however, Sasuke was not in the best state of mind. In fact, all Sasuke could think of was that, if he were to give up now, he would have no choice but to return home, and wait for any news like a worried mother, and that was Itachi's job.
But even a stubborn man realizes they're beat every once in a while, and, once Sasuke passed a try with two slash marks signaling he'd passed the same spot twice already, he was about to put on an apron and join his brother in the kitchen. In a last ditch effort of finding the clearing, Sasuke jumped from the tree branches and walked aimlessly forward. It was a highly flawed and dim-witted idea, but, perhaps, maybe, the teen could find the clearing if he was on the ground. After about 100 meters² and after repeating the phrase, "ten more meters, then I'm done," several times, the Uchiha heard it.
Or perhaps he imagined it. But then he heard it again, a soft noise, somewhere between a sob and a cough. In an instant, Sasuke was following the noise, and, sure enough, the teen came upon a clearing and a boy.
Sasuke froze, but his heart jumped to his throat. After all the effort the Uchiha had put in to find the teen sitting, crossed legged, on the other side of the clearing, you'd think he'd react somehow. Yell, hit the blonde for causing him to come looking for him, or at the very least make his friend acknowledge his presence. But, as he stared at the slumped shoulders of the obviously crying teenage boy, Sasuke couldn't respond. Something was wrong, though he didn't know how.
Then, he saw it; red. The normally green grass surrounding the blonde's feet had been stained red. Before he'd realized it, the raven haired boy was across the clearing and was grasping the other teen's wrist, successfully stopping the knife in his hand from making another cut. Naruto hissed in pain as Sasuke gripped still open wounds, and his eyes snapped up to his onyx ones for the first time in a very long time.
Strangely, the cerulean eyes that stared back at him were no longer dead, nor dull, and certainly not void of any emotion. In fact, they seemed to scream at him, plead with him to let go. There was so much pain in the pools of water colored eyes; pain Sasuke had never seen from the blonde, and in any other situation, the Uchiha would have done whatever it took to make sure his friend was never in any pain like that ever again. But, right now, nothing was going to distract him.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Sasuke yelled at his only friend, ignoring the obvious flinch the blonde made at the volume of his voice at such a close proximity. Unsurprisingly, Naruto said nothing in reply, and, in anger, the raven shook his arm, causing him more pain. "ANSWER ME DOBE."
His only reply was the blonde shutting his eyes. The sharingan wielder felt the other boy tug at his grasp weakly and he couldn't tell if it was because he didn't have the will to fight or if it was because he didn't have the strength too. Either way, the results of those two states could be deadly, especially with a kunai still in his hand.
"Let go of the kunai Naruto." Meekly, the blonde shook his head. "Let GO!"
Sasuke jerked his friend's arm, and the kunai toppled to the grass. Now that the main threat was out of the other teen's hands, the Uchiha took the chance to see his condition. As he stared, the deep gashes on his arms slowly healing, noticeably slower than the usual speed at which Kyuubi healed the boy's wounds. That enough was enough to cause Sasuke to worry, but that coupled with the amount of blood on the teen's arms, clothes, and on the clearing floor made him tense.
"How much blood have you lost?" Naruto still didn't make a sound. "How much blood have you lost! Dobe, ANSWER." The other teen mumbled something unintelligible. "What?"
"What does it matter."
"What do you mean 'what does it matter'? It's a matter of life and death baka!"
"And?" Sasuke swore.
"What's wrong with you! What happened to "I'm not suicidal" and that "I'm not going to cut anymore" crap you promised?"
Naruto once again didn't reply; instead, he was able to yank his arm away from his teammates grasp, as well as push him away. Shakily, the teen got to his legs, but then needed to lean on the tree for support. Sasuke watched the blonde stand with emotionless eyes, still too angry to even consider helping him or worry about whether it was good for him to stand or not. Peculiarly, Sasuke wanted the teen to stand; he wanted him to fight back. It was almost as if he wanted Naruto to suffer.
Then, Naruto did something strange. He began to walk toward Sasuke. Said teen just watched at his teammate struggled the three steps it took to close the gap between them without saying a word or making a move to meet him halfway. When the other boy finally made it to him, he just stopped and stared.
After having gone without looking Sasuke in the eye, Naruto seemed to have no problem doing so now, and as they stared with locked gazes, the Uchiha could see the emotions fading once more. As he stared, the raven could see the blonde dying again. Finally, he smirked.
"I can't do it teme." Sasuke stared at his friend, and then narrowed his eyes.
"Do what?"
"Be like you." The Uchiha noticeably tensed, but kept a blank face.
"Meaning?" He asked through grit teeth.
"I can't be an empty shell. I can't go through the motions just to get through a day. I can't live without feeling something."
A small voice in Sasuke head was yelling in protest. He did have reasons to get through a day. He did feel; though, as of late he mostly felt guilt and worry, but those were still emotions. But another voice, one that sounded familiar but certainly not his own, told him the first was true. The raven was empty. Sure he could be filled, but he hadn't felt whole in a long time. Not since he saw Naruto cutting; not since he saw the blonde fading.
"You remember that one day, back when you used to sit on that little deck everyday after the Uchiha massacre, when you jumped into the lake?"
Of course he did, but his eyes narrowed further in suspicion as to how Naruto knew about that day.
"Well, I saw you jump in. At first I thought you had fallen in, but I knew you couldn't have. Still, you didn't come up right away, and, even though I thought you might have been drowning, I didn't make a move to go help you." The blonde's smirk grew.
"The only thing that came to mind was, 'Kami, he's actually killing himself'."
"I'd never do that." Sasuke snapped while sneering at the blonde.
"I know that now, and don't look so disgusted, I didn't think badly of you for doing it. Actually, I was impressed." The boy stopped, obviously looking for Sasuke's reaction. When he didn't receive one, he continued.
"When I said I wasn't suicidal, I never meant I wouldn't kill myself, I meant I couldn't kill myself, teme. I'm a coward, teme. I know that I would never be able to make that last cut; I wouldn't even have the heart to get that far! Maybe if I was easier to kill, I'd be able to do it, but even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have the will to make enough cuts to kill myself." The blonde chuckled sadly.
"This is as far as I've ever gotten, but, once again, you seem to be doing a great job at ruining my life."
"I'm saving it." Naruto stared at him, his eyes still blank and unreadable.
"Are you?"
Suddenly, Naruto turned around, and, even more surprisingly, walked out of the clearing with ease. Within seconds, the teen was gone, and Sasuke hadn't made a single move to stop him.
¹ LOGGED! "It's log, log, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood! It's log, log, it's better than bad, it's good!" ……shamelessly plugged in some Naruto Abridged Series there.
² Does the Naruto world use meter? :/ I'll assume so, since they obviously won't use feet.
There we go! 2 months in the makin, I hope it at least don't stink XD It's really hard to write so emo in this stage of my life *cough, stupid, cough, love, cough* But I'm kinda surprised how much emotion I still managed to catch in some bits ^^ (in my opinion of course :P)
So along with wanting to know what U think of this chap, I have a BIG QUESTION:
How long should this story be?
My plan was from 10-15 originally, but I already passed ten, and to end at 15, I would only have one more reg, then the two alt endings (which is doable, mind you, but would u be satisfied with that? XD) So yea, how much is enough? (please nothing ridiculous like 30 CHAPTERS, cuz I could NEVER do that O.o, I doubt I can get over 25 :/ if THAT)
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