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A firm hand latched onto my own before I could pull that blood stained slip of paper off the trembling bars. I looked to my right whereas stood a taller version…of me. "Who are you? What was this? I felt the coldness again. It all came in a rush. I thought that warmness was supposed to flood my veins…not this.

Anything but this. I could feel the coolness sweep across my smooth back. It burned ever so slightly but the chilling air tended to my aid. I breathed in deeply, the scent of sweat and blood. I loved this smell, it tingled my senses in a pleasurable way. I looked down and examined my hands. My bloody hands. "What have I done?" What was this?

November 6 2011

What have I done? I looked at my hands for the longest time. There was no mistaking that shining crimson that was caked upon my tendered fingers. "I've been tainted" I suddenly realized.

What have I done? I refused to believe it; I couldn't have done it, nope! Impossible, I would never… I turned my head to my right and noticed ashes. Smoke was everywhere. I could see the corpses piled high. I could smell the burning rot of flesh. I could feel the tension in the air.

What was this?

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…b…

…bee

…beep

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I sat straight up and looked around the dark walls of my tiny apartment. "…it was just a dream.." I pulled my hair a little bit and flopped backwards to lie back down on my mattress. Silence was all I heard. "…It was just a dream…" I repeated softly to myself. "A dream.." I closed my eyes but then immediately opened them and sat back up again. My eyes glanced to the digital clock beside my bed stand. "DAMMIT! I OVERSLEPT!" I whipped off my bed covers and ran past a dozen empty ramen bowls.

I slid over to my closet and pulled out my outfit for the day. It was a rather simple styled black t-shirt and worn out denim jeans. "…It'll be cold…I should bring a jacket" I thought sullenly and pulled out a ruffled looking green thing. I tied it around my waist and then shuffled over to a burned out drawer.

I scrambled for a bit in the mess but then took out my pair of goggles. It was green and black, and the lenses had a nice shade of amber to them. I strapped them to my forehead and checked myself out in the mirror. "Lookin' good Naruto!" I winked and grinned.

I walked to my refrigerator and ate whatever that was in it, then gulped down the rest of my milk. I sat down on my chair and took out a pen and paper. "let's see…number one…pretend I have somewhere to go…check…" I made a neat tick by number one and then sighed exasperatedly. "how pathetic.." I mumbled with a sad tone.

My chin rested on the table as I stared blankly at my empty milk carton. My cheek soon came after, as I glared out at the window that was stationed to my right. "What a nice day…" I whispered. I was busy looking somber when I heard a soft knock on my door. My head sprang up so quickly it actually hurt. "WHO IS IT" I shouted with excitement as I ran to open the door. Nobody ever visited me, I was at a loss for words when I knew I had company. I opened the door with a big smile but then it slowly faltered.

"…Iruka Sensei…" I said with no hint of excitement at all. "What do you want?" I asked leaving the door open as I made my way to sit at my little kitchen table. He came in quietly and shut the door behind him. "I'm concerned about your education Naruto…" He said with a serious tone.

"What do you mean? I'm plenty smart!" I said annoyed jabbing a finger to my puffed out chest. Iruka smiled at me and set my finger down on the table. "hmph.." I pouted and became still. "It's not that you're not smart…but you need to go to school, just like everybody else. How else are you going to become a ninja?" "IM ALREADY A NINJA IRUKA SENSEI…" I shouted, clearly irritated that he obviously didn't see what I saw.

Iruka nodded and sighed. I could tell I was stressing him out. I tried to change the topic from school to my favorite thing in the world. "So…want to get me some ramen?" I asked sweetly. He looked at me like I was crazy but smiled again. "sure thing kiddo" My eyes went big with happiness and I tackled him on the spot. Screw my kitchen table…I could always make a new one.

We walked out to the front of Ichiraku's and sat in a tiny padded seat in front of the counter. "What the hell?" I looked to the back of me sharply, whilst some bimbo brained doofus *dropped* his bento all over my shirt. I glared at him with eyes that burned daggers. He just scowled and laughed at me. "Now isn't this a sight to see?" He said over a hushed voice filled with coldness.

"What's the sight? me smiling as I kick your little As-" I started to retort but then a firm hand gripped me. "STOP MAN-HANDLING ME YOU-...oh...Iruka Sensei?" I nervously asked "how ya doing...?" Damn it…I forgot he was sitting next to me. The dark haired man just frowned at me. "I thought

I just told you to watch your language Naruto. I can't believe you, I leave for a couple of minutes to get an assignment from Lady Hokage's office, then you start shooting your little mouth all over the-" HE SPILLED HIS STUPID RICE ALL OVER ME!" I said quite offended "He was acting like some big-shot little...turd or something..." I looked to the side where the boy was no longer there. "hm..."

I grinned toothily "What a scaredy cat! He didn't even stay, that cowardly jerk" Too bad old Iruka didn't even let me finish celebrating in my head, before he pulled me over to the side. "Hey! We gonna eat here or what?" I asked annoyed. "Of course we are…but Naruto, do I need to give you another lecture?

You can't be making enemy's all over the place, it isn't the Shinobi way. "Screw the Shinobi way" I growled. He smacked me upside the head, and I whimpered in pain. "sorry" I muttered in a tiny voice. He sighed and scratched his forehead as he lead me back into the little ramen shack. The pain subsided and it was quiet, perfect for me to think about things. One of the things I absentmindedly thought about was that Ichiraku's was my favorite ramen restaurant. Pretty random…wait…well, it wasn't really a restaurant, more like a shack, but still. Their ramen kicked butt. I would say it's the best in the Leaf.

I'm always surprised that it's never booming with business. I mean, the people are one of the few who treat me with respect here, and they have friendly folk. I glanced over to the owner's daughter Ayame. She was looking very pretty as usual. I turned away as she got nearer to us to take in our order for the day. I grinned cheekily at her. "morning sis!" "Morning bro!" she said playfully.

Ayame wasn't really my sister, but I always liked to call her that cause she was sorta like one. I thought for a minute about what a real sister was. Then my thoughts wandered and I thought about my family. A boy that grew up with no family.. I guess My mom died of child birth, and my dad killed himself because of it. I don't know anything after that. I don't know why I'm always yelled at in the streets.

I don't know why I'm always being constantly harassed by kids, and sometimes even their parents. I wanted to make friends, but they were being too stubborn…way more than I could ever be…I think. I had to deal and live with that. But the worst part was that nobody even dared to tell me why. Why all this nonsense was happening to me, and only to me. Even Iruka-sensei.

The man sitting next to me happily chattering away with Ayame and her father by the stand, was the only one I felt a bond with that could hold my secrets. Even He never told me, no matter the constant questions I threw at him day or night. I smiled slightly when i remembered that one time when I tried to get him drunk with the Mizuki Sensei...I thought it would work for sure that time.

Too bad it backfired on me, at the worst time and place possible. I shivered, grossed out by the thought and snapped back into reality.

Then and there i noticed a big bowl of miso pork ramen centered dangerously close to me. Like lightning I snatched the nearest set of chop-sticks to me and after a short "Itadakimasu" I dug in, devouring the poor deliciousness of my bowl. " I knew you would like that" chuckled Iruka sensei. "oo but-cha" I muffled with noodles dangling from my mouth. 89.47 seconds. "HA! not bad...I broke my old record!"

I said happily to him. "Yep...one day its gonna get you killed" he sweat dropped. He treated me to another bowl as he started tapping his fingers. I guess I noticed so I slowed my pace and asked him what was wrong. "..Naruto…you need to go to school." I looked at him with dead eyes.

"I already tried…" I muttered, ignoring the ramen. "That's why I said…I was plenty smart…I already went to that place.." He looked at me like I was crazy. "Since when? You were never enrolled until yesterday." I glared at him. "I'm not completely retarded…I went to school Iruka…sensei" He stared at me for a long time. "What do you mean…you went? When I went to the school they had no records of you being there…ever.." he sullenly looked into the side of my face because I wasn't looking back.

"…I went to school…" I whispered