Naruto's Journal (Continued)
April 30th, 1932
It's a little hard to put into words what happened after Haku got shot. I saw her falling to the ground in front of Zabuza, every other sound was kind of, like, muffled. I felt disconnected. Like I wasn't even there. Her mask fell apart, and I could see her face. See her eyes. Like... Something was flickering in and out of them.
I saw red. Literally. Everything around me seemed to explode into flames. A couple of Gato's thugs who were trying to tackle me while I was distracted were set on fire, screaming in agony. I didn't care. I didn't even think I could notice. I'd felt angry before, lots of times, but this anger, this rage... It was like my own anger magnified, dozens of times.
There was blood. Lots of blood. I remember bits and pieces of things. Faces. Screams. I remember Zabuza slicing apart five men in one blow, his fury was so great. I remember using some poor soul as a club, bashing another guy away from Sakura, who, in desperation to keep the downed Haku safe, had taken up a machine gun from a downed thug and was firing it wildly into the crowd. The rest was just anger, rage, death.
I came to on the edge of the shore. I looked down at myself-I was covered in blood, my fingers were like grisly claws. The water had turned red. I could still hear men screaming in panic, running back across the bridge. I could hear bellows of rage and cheers of victory, and I slowly looked back.
There was Inari, and Tazuna, and Tsunami with the townspeople, all of them armed with whatever they could find. They were chasing the remaining thugs away, who looked like the Devil himself was after them.
Maybe he was.
I felt a hand clasp my shoulder, and shakily I looked up. The Colonel was there, blood splatter across his face mask.
"Naruto..." He just looked at me, with eyes that fully understood what I was going through. I took a deep breath, and nodded that I was okay.
"Haku? Zabuza?" I asked.
"She's in critical condition, Sakura's doing what she can. Zabuza's heading off to the ship. We need to take it, and get at it's radio." His eyes, both of them, looking intently into mine. "You up to it?"
I nodded again, and took off across the water. I resisted the urge to stoop down and wash my hands off. I couldn't do that right now. Not now.
I felt in shock from what had happened. Like I was disconnected. I was very lucky that when the shock wore off, Tsunami was there for me.