To be honest I don't know where this came from. I was listening to the Puella Magi Rebelion OST and focused on Homura and Sakura's themes the most. Basically what's happening is Naruto has killed a major antagonist in his life. I don't know who excatly, hell it can even be a civilian who wronged him (that would probably be the most realistic in this situation). I don't know who he's killed you can pick whoever you like.
He knew he was long dead.
The sound of his kunai squishing into brain tissue assured him of that, but he couldn't stop.
It couldn't be over, not this easily after so long. This man- this monster, could not be felled by conventional means. This man who was immortal in his dreams, with his shadowy grasp that reached Naruto from miles away, destroyed by a single rasengan to the fleshy abdomen.
It was impossible.
He refused to believe he was really dead.
Even covered in his own blood he still maintained that glint in his eyes, that light that meant he knew something you could never understand. Even when he ripped them out the man's very sockets still seemed to give him that pitying look.
He hated it.
This man just wouldn't die.
This layer of filth the purest of tears could never cleans. This despair hanging over him like a poisonous cloud, caked on like the spattered blood all over him. Everything was spinning, screaming, shrieking, felt like it would never end.
Raking his kunai though a mess of gore, snagging on bone and through tangles of tissue all other sound but the gurgling corpse he was mutilating was muted.
Naruto could feel this strange sensation quelling from within when he abandoned his kunai that was stuck in the mangled body. Yet rather than stop his attack he used his sharpened nails to sift through the chunky, sticky, goo that formerly a person's torso. It was a mixture of nausea and excitement.
Was this the feeling of insanity?
This vivid emotion that surged through every nerve putting a rose tint to the red disaster smushed between his fingers. Splashing out of his mouth like bile giggles dripped off of his tongue with an acidic feeling.
The sweet tears of a hollow victory were very salty against the surprisingly bitter taste in his mouth.
Maybe it was blood he was tasting instead.
Why was he the one still in pain when he was one dragging their fingers though the others entrails?
It didn't make sense, nothing made sense at this point.
Why wasn't it working?
Why wasn't it working!
Too much.
It was working too much.
It felt amazing to be able to scramble the man's innards like what was done to him.
Looking at his coppery fingers Naruto was reminded of the Kyuubi, but he felt like not even Kurama could reach him in this dark place. No. not dark, it was midday.
The clouds had parted at some point and that sun was shining over him. It had to mean something right?
It had to.
In case you didn't read the first note (which you probably didn't, hell I won't be surprised if you skip this too) Basically what's happening is Naruto has killed a major antagonist in his life. I don't know who excatly, hell it can even be a civilian who wronged him (that would probably be the most realistic in this situation). I don't know who he's killed you can pick whoever you like.
This is the apology one-shot to my Naruto followers (the other is for my Hetalian followers if you're interested) because I wont be able to do much because my laptop is on it's last leg and my internet is acting up. I can still get and answer PMs but there's no promise I'll respond immediately. I have unposted one-shots and almost finished ones so I might post some. I could use a Beta if anyone's interested.