Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Jump ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Ookami Mononoke 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 570 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 570 | Status: Completed
AN: Yay! Chapter three! Aren’t we all happy? Lol, so very sorry for the wait, -Cries- I wrote the whole third chapter, about 3,000 words....... and it didn’t save. -Paws tears away- So now I had to start all over again. All it saved was the authors note!! -Sigh- But that’s no excuse for not updating for over two months.
Theme Music: Young and the Hopeless -Good Charlotte.
Summary: Much like the death of the Kyuubi, the death of the Yondaime was fragmented. Except for the fact that a disappearance is much different than a sealing.
Disclaimer: As far as I know, no one’s actually been sued for writing a fanfiction. -Ponders thoughtfully- Besides, it’s called fan fiction for a reason...... Besides, all they’d get from me is my pretty Baka-sama, who, by the way, is so slow I get time relapses when I type a single sentence (Baka-sama is my computer, for those of you who didn’t know). In other words, I don’t own Naruto. If I did, Gaara would be fifteen and cuddly and I would introduce another character (me) that huggled him all day long. -Grins and chases Gaara- Tanuki-kuuuuuuuuuun!!!!!
Note of warning: This chapter contains some strong language. Advisory warning.
Last Time:
“Oi!! What’s all this commotion out here?” A familiar mass of white hair and red face paint poked out from the door to the Hokage’s Office. “Eh! Naruto, get your ass in here, we’ve been waiting for you!”
Naruto grinned, “Eh, I had a little delay.” He gestured towards the ANBU pinned to the wall. “Oh?” Jiraiya asked. “Eh, quit beating up the ANBU, we do need them occasionally, you know.” Naruto scowled, “Well, if they’d quit attacking me every time they saw me, I’m sure we’d all get along better.”
Jiraiya laughed, “Whatever, just hurry up!”
Naruto sighed and adjusted his green Jounin flak jacket, “Eh, hai, hai.”
The Jump
Chapter Three
Naruto shoved his hands in his orange pockets and strolled casually towards the double doors to Tsunade’s office. His flak jacket shifted slightly as he moved his arms, and a flash of black appeared beneath his jacket, showing a form-fitting sleeveless shirt beneath.
He walked past the Tori, who was pinned unconsciously to the wall by his kunai. “Excuse me” he quipped, effortlessly pulling the kunai that had been previously buried to the hilt, out of the wall, and the bird masked ANBU officer slumped to the floor, knocked out.
The Itachi-masked ANBU instinctively took a step backwards as Naruto passed him, his face grinning broadly, his eyes speaking death, “Tell your friend, if he tries that again, next time, I won’t hold back. I’ll kill him.”
The knees of the weasel masked police officer shook as Naruto grinned and ambled towards the Hokage’s office, seemingly carefree to the world around him, so different from one moment ago. Naruto paused slightly and opened the doors to the Hokage’s office, never once turning back to the ANBU that quaked in his wake.
As the door slammed behind Naruto, the weasel-masked ANBU officer went over to his counterpart, picked him up, and hurriedly exited the building.
As Naruto forcefully closed the door behind him, he grinned at Tsunade, his smile so wide it closed his eyes and stretched his whisker-marks, “Hey, Obaa-chan.” The two other occupants of the room, Jiraiya, whom was standing near the left edge of Tsunade’s desk, and another Blonde-haired man, sitting in a chair diagonally across form the Godaime, and next to another empty seat, turned to look at him. The Blonde-haired man raised an eyebrow, and Jiraiya grinned.
Tsunade sighed and leaned forward in her chair to rest against her desk to massage her temples, a desk that, surprisingly, had no paperwork in piles today. “Naruto, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, dammit?” Naruto laughed and crossed his arms.
“It doesn’t really matter, Obaa-chan, because I’m gonna call you that forever. You should do like Ero-sannin, he got over the fact that’s what I’m gonna call him for the rest of his life.”
Tsunade’s eyebrow twitched. ‘Do like Ero-sannin?’ She mused, ‘That’s a first.’ A chuckle was heard from the Blonde-haired man at the mention of Jiraiya’s nickname. Meanwhile, the hyper-active blonde in front of her just grinned crazily. Tsunade waved a hand towards him, dismissing it. “Anyway,” the Godaime said, clearly heading towards other matters, “We’re here to discuss something other than little nicknames, Naruto. Take a seat.” She gestured towards the empty seat to the left of her desk.
Naruto’s grin faltered, and his smile faded. Nodding almost blankly, he maneuvered in front of the chair and sat down, warily eyeing the Blonde-haired man next to him. He stared at him for a moment, unsure. He looked oddly familiar, almost strikingly similar to something, and something in his brain was nagging him in the corner of his mind, telling him that he knew who he was, he knew this man from somewhere.
Then it clicked.
Naruto clutched his stomach, right over the seal and started shaking. His eyes flickered and went from purple to red as the thought of who this man sitting next to him was, and what he had done to him; who he had saddled him with for the past fourteen and a half years. His shoulders were stiff, and his lips were turned in a snarl, showing elongated teeth.
Such anger.
Arashi, Yondaime of Konohagakure, was saddened to see his son in such a state, and to know it was directed at him. Jiraiya and Tsunade tensed, feeling the youki of the imprisoned Kyuubi no Kitsune. The Fox of Nine-tails.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Naruto turned his head towards Arashi. His face turned slightly downward, his eyes fixated on the Yondaime. His whisker-marks were thickened to almost a quarter of an inch, appearing to pull back on his skin in his snarl, accentuating it. His bloodlust-filled eyes bored into Arashi’s own, and he felt a tremor run through his body with remembrance of that perilous night he sealed the demon in his son.
Naruto took a few deep breaths, and his teeth shrank to normal size, and his whisker-marks faded and grew smaller. His deep, cerulean eyes permeated Arashi’s soul. His gaze darkened as he regained control over his emotions. He looked stoically at the Yondaime, the anger in his chest making to burn a hole in his heart, and said only three words.
“I hate you.”
He turned sharply on his heel and strode out of the Godaime’s office, his hands clenched at his side, blood dripping off of his knuckles from where his fingernails broke the skin in his palms.
In his wake he left two speechless Sannin, and the man he would come to know, someday, as his
father.
He collapsed, exhausted, bitter tears running down his face.
His throat was hot and parched, feeling like sandpaper, and he swallowed nothing, an empty swallow, trying for any remaining saliva in his system to even dampen his throat. Finding breathing painful from lack of hydration, he could still not stop the panting from his long hours of training. The area around him looked as though a demon had gone through on a rampage, turned around and came again, and then finally decided to make a field out of a forest but tearing down anything above three feet in height.
Uzumaki Naruto gasped painfully as a stitch formed in his side from his sudden halt in movement, his arm moved mechanically to grasp it. His face was damp after long hours of crying, and dried salt caked around his lashes and eyelids.
The full silver moon overhead lightened the forest’s new hole and glinted majestically on bright blonde hair, dazzlingly displayed by the moon light. Though the moonlight tends to help one’s features soften, it seemed to make the young Jounin look older and more melancholic than he seemed in the daylight. The tear rivulets on his face shimmered.
His shirt was ragged, torn from the hard stress of working until well past nightfall, and if Naruto’s perception of time was correct, judging by the moon’s location, it was nearly two hours after midnight.
Naruto sighed, relaxing his entire body. He ached, but this pain wasn’t from training.
It was from that man. His hero. The fourth Hokage. Yondaime. Konoha’s Yellow Flash.
So many titles, given to one man. An extraordinary man. A man that killed Naruto’s life.
Arashi stood numb.
He’d been like this for over eight hours.
The dull throb that beat inside his chest cavity was his heart. Or what was left of it. His son, his world, his boy, his child, hated him. He hated him. Just one look, that one look told it all. He knew that Uzumaki Naruto would never forgive him for what he’d done to him. He’d sealed the most hated thing the village had ever come to know, the Kyuubi no Kitsune, in the boy’s naval. And all the ninjas that fought that damned fox knew.
No doubt he’d been treated like trash.
His son. His poor son.
What a terrible father he was.
He’d killed his son three hours after birth. He’d ended his son’s life with a demon.
Oh, how he wish there had been another solution. Fuck the greater good, he’d killed his own son! Damn that fox! Damn being the hokage! Damn everything!
Arashi clutched his head and shook, gritting his teeth. How could he have done it? To his own son. His son.
As bitter tears of remorse ran down the face of the former Yondaime, far away, in the middle of a trashed forest, an inverted mirror of himself collapsed upon the ground.
He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself, gathering his wits. His decision made, he summed up his courage and strode out of his room, heading towards the prominent chakra signature that had been haunting his thoughts for the past eight hours.
Naruto’s left ear twitched as he heard a small twig snap twenty feet away from his position laying semi-conscious on the ground. His Jounin flak jacket lay some three feet next to him, open to the slight breeze. He grunted, never opening his eyes. Addressing the person in the brush, he said, “Come on out, I’ve been sensing your chakra for the past five minutes. Don’t even bother hiding anymore.”
Arashi knew Naruto had felt his chakra from the moment he’d set foot in the forest, he hadn’t bothered suppressing it. Stepping out warily from behind the bushes, he walked closer to his son, stopping approximately ten feet from where Naruto’s body lay.
The boy exhaled loudly, and his eyes cracked open, a film of salt crusting his eyelids. He sat up and looked forward, addressing the Yondaime that stood behind him from his position.
“What do you want now? To wreck my life some more?” A guttural sound issued forth from the blonde-haired Jounin. “It shouldn’t be that hard,” he continued monotonously, “all you’d have to do is strip me of my Ninja status, maybe make me a Genin again, or maybe not even a shinobi at all. Then you could kill off all of my precious people. Iruka-sensei, Kakashi-sensei, Sakura-chan, possibly a few other of the previous rookie teams, or you cou-.”
Arashi had enough. As Naruto went on about how to make his life miserable, Arashi finally snapped. He jumped on Naruto, sending them both sprawling. When they stopped motion, Arashi hauled Naruto up by his collar, holding him in the air slightly above him. Arashi shook him roughly, and Naruto hung limp in his arms, staring at him through dull cerulean eyes.
“What do you want from me dammit!?” Arashi demanded, his chest tight with confusing emotions, “I’m doing the best I can to keep myself together, and you’re not making this any easier for me!” Arashi’s grip tightened momentarily, and then he closed his eyes and his face relaxed. Making a defeated sound in the back of his throat, he set Naruto on his feet on the ground.
Naruto stood there, his eyes and face expressionless.
Arashi whimpered and grabbed the front of Naruto’s shirt again, fisting his hands in the black tank top. He pulled the boy closer to him by his shirt, and lowered his head to rest against his son’s forehead.
“I can’t....... I can’t seem to....” Arashi sighed dejectedly, closing his eyes briefly, only to open them and stare into the echos of his own. “Do you have any idea,” he began, looking into Naruto’s eyes, “how hard this is?”
Naruto’s eyes steeled, and he tried to pull away from Arashi’s grip. Arashi relented, and Naruto broke away from his hold.
“How hard this is for you!?” Naruto growled, baring his teeth angrily at the man in front of him. “I’ll tell you what’s hard! What’s hard, is growing up by yourself for twelve years, hated by everyone but two people. That’s two people! Meanwhile, the rest of the people that see you, most that you don’t even know, or have ever heard of, constantly try to kill you. But since one of those people that actually seem to care about you had ordered people not to even touch you, they keep they’re advances down to a minimum, only throwing rocks or garbage at you, and meanwhile encouraging their kids to do the same.
“So not only do all of the adults hate you, but the children your own age, and even some older, and many younger, hate you for no reason but the fact that their parents told them to hate you! And to top it all off, once you think you’ve finally got it all going smooth, one of your new precious people, your rival, your very best and only friend decides that he hates you and that he’s going to betray your village! Don’t tell me, that this is hard for you!”
Arashi growled and grabbed Naruto by his collar yet again, dragging him up close to look him in the eye. “Now I’ll tell you what’s hard!” Arashi snarled back at the boy, “What’s hard is being an orphan, not even cared about by the lowest of the low, and so when you’re finally accepted into the ninja academy, it’s only because the Hokage felt sorry for you! Then it takes you years to graduate, and then ten years to prove yourself to the people that you’re not just the dobe that graduated at the end of the class anymore!
“And then once you’ve finally achieved your dream, your finally the Hokage, you have a wife, and you’re expecting your first child, everything’s shattered because a damn demonic fox decides to show up and kill things with it’s nine tails! And so because you’re the Hokage, you’re expected to drop everything and save the village, and your wife, who’s nine months pregnant and is expecting any day now, is ordered to the front lines, sacrificing her health and your baby’s health simultaneously.
“And then to top it all off, you decide that, since you’re Hokage, you’re going to sacrifice yourself for the greater good, and then seal the demon in your newly born son who you just delivered yourself two hours ago! And then, your wife starts losing too much blood from childbirth.
“So here you are, sitting on top of a giant toad, waiting to end your life and seal a demon in your son’s belly, but your wife is dying right next to you! And so when you go and sign a contract with the Death God, he decides that your wife’s blood is sweeter than yours, so he’s going to kill her instead. And to make things even better, right as you seal the demon in your son’s belly, the damn fox decides he’s going to send you fourteen years into the future using a demonic Kinjutsu, so now every one thinks you’re dead!
“And to make matters worse, you go into a coma for a week, and then when you come out of it, you think you’re finally going to see your son and students again, only to learn two of your students are dead, and then as soon as your son sees you, he tells you he hates you!”
Arashi bared his teeth at Naruto, his eyes glinting wildly into Naruto’s stunned ones.
“So yeah,” he spat, anger etched into his face, “it’s pretty fucking hard.”
Side Note: Alright, much, much better than before. Thanks to all who reviewed and gave me their support for finishing this chapter, your advice was really, really helpful! .........It was a lot more angsty than I imagined it would be... and a lot angrier as well...... I guess I got on a role and never really stopped.... oops...... -Sweatdrop- Oh well.....
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Theme Music: Young and the Hopeless -Good Charlotte.
Summary: Much like the death of the Kyuubi, the death of the Yondaime was fragmented. Except for the fact that a disappearance is much different than a sealing.
Disclaimer: As far as I know, no one’s actually been sued for writing a fanfiction. -Ponders thoughtfully- Besides, it’s called fan fiction for a reason...... Besides, all they’d get from me is my pretty Baka-sama, who, by the way, is so slow I get time relapses when I type a single sentence (Baka-sama is my computer, for those of you who didn’t know). In other words, I don’t own Naruto. If I did, Gaara would be fifteen and cuddly and I would introduce another character (me) that huggled him all day long. -Grins and chases Gaara- Tanuki-kuuuuuuuuuun!!!!!
Note of warning: This chapter contains some strong language. Advisory warning.
Last Time:
“Oi!! What’s all this commotion out here?” A familiar mass of white hair and red face paint poked out from the door to the Hokage’s Office. “Eh! Naruto, get your ass in here, we’ve been waiting for you!”
Naruto grinned, “Eh, I had a little delay.” He gestured towards the ANBU pinned to the wall. “Oh?” Jiraiya asked. “Eh, quit beating up the ANBU, we do need them occasionally, you know.” Naruto scowled, “Well, if they’d quit attacking me every time they saw me, I’m sure we’d all get along better.”
Jiraiya laughed, “Whatever, just hurry up!”
Naruto sighed and adjusted his green Jounin flak jacket, “Eh, hai, hai.”
The Jump
Chapter Three
Naruto shoved his hands in his orange pockets and strolled casually towards the double doors to Tsunade’s office. His flak jacket shifted slightly as he moved his arms, and a flash of black appeared beneath his jacket, showing a form-fitting sleeveless shirt beneath.
He walked past the Tori, who was pinned unconsciously to the wall by his kunai. “Excuse me” he quipped, effortlessly pulling the kunai that had been previously buried to the hilt, out of the wall, and the bird masked ANBU officer slumped to the floor, knocked out.
The Itachi-masked ANBU instinctively took a step backwards as Naruto passed him, his face grinning broadly, his eyes speaking death, “Tell your friend, if he tries that again, next time, I won’t hold back. I’ll kill him.”
The knees of the weasel masked police officer shook as Naruto grinned and ambled towards the Hokage’s office, seemingly carefree to the world around him, so different from one moment ago. Naruto paused slightly and opened the doors to the Hokage’s office, never once turning back to the ANBU that quaked in his wake.
As the door slammed behind Naruto, the weasel-masked ANBU officer went over to his counterpart, picked him up, and hurriedly exited the building.
As Naruto forcefully closed the door behind him, he grinned at Tsunade, his smile so wide it closed his eyes and stretched his whisker-marks, “Hey, Obaa-chan.” The two other occupants of the room, Jiraiya, whom was standing near the left edge of Tsunade’s desk, and another Blonde-haired man, sitting in a chair diagonally across form the Godaime, and next to another empty seat, turned to look at him. The Blonde-haired man raised an eyebrow, and Jiraiya grinned.
Tsunade sighed and leaned forward in her chair to rest against her desk to massage her temples, a desk that, surprisingly, had no paperwork in piles today. “Naruto, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, dammit?” Naruto laughed and crossed his arms.
“It doesn’t really matter, Obaa-chan, because I’m gonna call you that forever. You should do like Ero-sannin, he got over the fact that’s what I’m gonna call him for the rest of his life.”
Tsunade’s eyebrow twitched. ‘Do like Ero-sannin?’ She mused, ‘That’s a first.’ A chuckle was heard from the Blonde-haired man at the mention of Jiraiya’s nickname. Meanwhile, the hyper-active blonde in front of her just grinned crazily. Tsunade waved a hand towards him, dismissing it. “Anyway,” the Godaime said, clearly heading towards other matters, “We’re here to discuss something other than little nicknames, Naruto. Take a seat.” She gestured towards the empty seat to the left of her desk.
Naruto’s grin faltered, and his smile faded. Nodding almost blankly, he maneuvered in front of the chair and sat down, warily eyeing the Blonde-haired man next to him. He stared at him for a moment, unsure. He looked oddly familiar, almost strikingly similar to something, and something in his brain was nagging him in the corner of his mind, telling him that he knew who he was, he knew this man from somewhere.
Then it clicked.
Naruto clutched his stomach, right over the seal and started shaking. His eyes flickered and went from purple to red as the thought of who this man sitting next to him was, and what he had done to him; who he had saddled him with for the past fourteen and a half years. His shoulders were stiff, and his lips were turned in a snarl, showing elongated teeth.
Such anger.
Arashi, Yondaime of Konohagakure, was saddened to see his son in such a state, and to know it was directed at him. Jiraiya and Tsunade tensed, feeling the youki of the imprisoned Kyuubi no Kitsune. The Fox of Nine-tails.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Naruto turned his head towards Arashi. His face turned slightly downward, his eyes fixated on the Yondaime. His whisker-marks were thickened to almost a quarter of an inch, appearing to pull back on his skin in his snarl, accentuating it. His bloodlust-filled eyes bored into Arashi’s own, and he felt a tremor run through his body with remembrance of that perilous night he sealed the demon in his son.
Naruto took a few deep breaths, and his teeth shrank to normal size, and his whisker-marks faded and grew smaller. His deep, cerulean eyes permeated Arashi’s soul. His gaze darkened as he regained control over his emotions. He looked stoically at the Yondaime, the anger in his chest making to burn a hole in his heart, and said only three words.
“I hate you.”
He turned sharply on his heel and strode out of the Godaime’s office, his hands clenched at his side, blood dripping off of his knuckles from where his fingernails broke the skin in his palms.
In his wake he left two speechless Sannin, and the man he would come to know, someday, as his
father.
He collapsed, exhausted, bitter tears running down his face.
His throat was hot and parched, feeling like sandpaper, and he swallowed nothing, an empty swallow, trying for any remaining saliva in his system to even dampen his throat. Finding breathing painful from lack of hydration, he could still not stop the panting from his long hours of training. The area around him looked as though a demon had gone through on a rampage, turned around and came again, and then finally decided to make a field out of a forest but tearing down anything above three feet in height.
Uzumaki Naruto gasped painfully as a stitch formed in his side from his sudden halt in movement, his arm moved mechanically to grasp it. His face was damp after long hours of crying, and dried salt caked around his lashes and eyelids.
The full silver moon overhead lightened the forest’s new hole and glinted majestically on bright blonde hair, dazzlingly displayed by the moon light. Though the moonlight tends to help one’s features soften, it seemed to make the young Jounin look older and more melancholic than he seemed in the daylight. The tear rivulets on his face shimmered.
His shirt was ragged, torn from the hard stress of working until well past nightfall, and if Naruto’s perception of time was correct, judging by the moon’s location, it was nearly two hours after midnight.
Naruto sighed, relaxing his entire body. He ached, but this pain wasn’t from training.
It was from that man. His hero. The fourth Hokage. Yondaime. Konoha’s Yellow Flash.
So many titles, given to one man. An extraordinary man. A man that killed Naruto’s life.
Arashi stood numb.
He’d been like this for over eight hours.
The dull throb that beat inside his chest cavity was his heart. Or what was left of it. His son, his world, his boy, his child, hated him. He hated him. Just one look, that one look told it all. He knew that Uzumaki Naruto would never forgive him for what he’d done to him. He’d sealed the most hated thing the village had ever come to know, the Kyuubi no Kitsune, in the boy’s naval. And all the ninjas that fought that damned fox knew.
No doubt he’d been treated like trash.
His son. His poor son.
What a terrible father he was.
He’d killed his son three hours after birth. He’d ended his son’s life with a demon.
Oh, how he wish there had been another solution. Fuck the greater good, he’d killed his own son! Damn that fox! Damn being the hokage! Damn everything!
Arashi clutched his head and shook, gritting his teeth. How could he have done it? To his own son. His son.
As bitter tears of remorse ran down the face of the former Yondaime, far away, in the middle of a trashed forest, an inverted mirror of himself collapsed upon the ground.
He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself, gathering his wits. His decision made, he summed up his courage and strode out of his room, heading towards the prominent chakra signature that had been haunting his thoughts for the past eight hours.
Naruto’s left ear twitched as he heard a small twig snap twenty feet away from his position laying semi-conscious on the ground. His Jounin flak jacket lay some three feet next to him, open to the slight breeze. He grunted, never opening his eyes. Addressing the person in the brush, he said, “Come on out, I’ve been sensing your chakra for the past five minutes. Don’t even bother hiding anymore.”
Arashi knew Naruto had felt his chakra from the moment he’d set foot in the forest, he hadn’t bothered suppressing it. Stepping out warily from behind the bushes, he walked closer to his son, stopping approximately ten feet from where Naruto’s body lay.
The boy exhaled loudly, and his eyes cracked open, a film of salt crusting his eyelids. He sat up and looked forward, addressing the Yondaime that stood behind him from his position.
“What do you want now? To wreck my life some more?” A guttural sound issued forth from the blonde-haired Jounin. “It shouldn’t be that hard,” he continued monotonously, “all you’d have to do is strip me of my Ninja status, maybe make me a Genin again, or maybe not even a shinobi at all. Then you could kill off all of my precious people. Iruka-sensei, Kakashi-sensei, Sakura-chan, possibly a few other of the previous rookie teams, or you cou-.”
Arashi had enough. As Naruto went on about how to make his life miserable, Arashi finally snapped. He jumped on Naruto, sending them both sprawling. When they stopped motion, Arashi hauled Naruto up by his collar, holding him in the air slightly above him. Arashi shook him roughly, and Naruto hung limp in his arms, staring at him through dull cerulean eyes.
“What do you want from me dammit!?” Arashi demanded, his chest tight with confusing emotions, “I’m doing the best I can to keep myself together, and you’re not making this any easier for me!” Arashi’s grip tightened momentarily, and then he closed his eyes and his face relaxed. Making a defeated sound in the back of his throat, he set Naruto on his feet on the ground.
Naruto stood there, his eyes and face expressionless.
Arashi whimpered and grabbed the front of Naruto’s shirt again, fisting his hands in the black tank top. He pulled the boy closer to him by his shirt, and lowered his head to rest against his son’s forehead.
“I can’t....... I can’t seem to....” Arashi sighed dejectedly, closing his eyes briefly, only to open them and stare into the echos of his own. “Do you have any idea,” he began, looking into Naruto’s eyes, “how hard this is?”
Naruto’s eyes steeled, and he tried to pull away from Arashi’s grip. Arashi relented, and Naruto broke away from his hold.
“How hard this is for you!?” Naruto growled, baring his teeth angrily at the man in front of him. “I’ll tell you what’s hard! What’s hard, is growing up by yourself for twelve years, hated by everyone but two people. That’s two people! Meanwhile, the rest of the people that see you, most that you don’t even know, or have ever heard of, constantly try to kill you. But since one of those people that actually seem to care about you had ordered people not to even touch you, they keep they’re advances down to a minimum, only throwing rocks or garbage at you, and meanwhile encouraging their kids to do the same.
“So not only do all of the adults hate you, but the children your own age, and even some older, and many younger, hate you for no reason but the fact that their parents told them to hate you! And to top it all off, once you think you’ve finally got it all going smooth, one of your new precious people, your rival, your very best and only friend decides that he hates you and that he’s going to betray your village! Don’t tell me, that this is hard for you!”
Arashi growled and grabbed Naruto by his collar yet again, dragging him up close to look him in the eye. “Now I’ll tell you what’s hard!” Arashi snarled back at the boy, “What’s hard is being an orphan, not even cared about by the lowest of the low, and so when you’re finally accepted into the ninja academy, it’s only because the Hokage felt sorry for you! Then it takes you years to graduate, and then ten years to prove yourself to the people that you’re not just the dobe that graduated at the end of the class anymore!
“And then once you’ve finally achieved your dream, your finally the Hokage, you have a wife, and you’re expecting your first child, everything’s shattered because a damn demonic fox decides to show up and kill things with it’s nine tails! And so because you’re the Hokage, you’re expected to drop everything and save the village, and your wife, who’s nine months pregnant and is expecting any day now, is ordered to the front lines, sacrificing her health and your baby’s health simultaneously.
“And then to top it all off, you decide that, since you’re Hokage, you’re going to sacrifice yourself for the greater good, and then seal the demon in your newly born son who you just delivered yourself two hours ago! And then, your wife starts losing too much blood from childbirth.
“So here you are, sitting on top of a giant toad, waiting to end your life and seal a demon in your son’s belly, but your wife is dying right next to you! And so when you go and sign a contract with the Death God, he decides that your wife’s blood is sweeter than yours, so he’s going to kill her instead. And to make things even better, right as you seal the demon in your son’s belly, the damn fox decides he’s going to send you fourteen years into the future using a demonic Kinjutsu, so now every one thinks you’re dead!
“And to make matters worse, you go into a coma for a week, and then when you come out of it, you think you’re finally going to see your son and students again, only to learn two of your students are dead, and then as soon as your son sees you, he tells you he hates you!”
Arashi bared his teeth at Naruto, his eyes glinting wildly into Naruto’s stunned ones.
“So yeah,” he spat, anger etched into his face, “it’s pretty fucking hard.”
Side Note: Alright, much, much better than before. Thanks to all who reviewed and gave me their support for finishing this chapter, your advice was really, really helpful! .........It was a lot more angsty than I imagined it would be... and a lot angrier as well...... I guess I got on a role and never really stopped.... oops...... -Sweatdrop- Oh well.....
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