Naruto Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

I've lived ignoring a great part of my own in my life. I've come to terms with my reasons to be where I am. Some scream murder, others scream obscenities and there are those who pierce me with thick, ice-cold swords.

You, as a bystander, only see me as a demon, don't you? I have to admit that your opinion is very correct, but with the wrong assumptions. I, like you, hate me just as much. It is this hate that caused a boiling sensation of pure darkness to evolve within me. No, it's not the Kyuubi…

Inwardly, I scoff at people crying at their own petty problems in their silly lives. They know nothing of being hated or ignored, yet still they dare to cry? It is not me who is talking, and you won't be able to comprehend it until I fully explain.

I am hated and I am ignored.

I used to wince when I was still younger. Now I look down at people who expect to receive pity for a pain a thousand times smaller than mine. I shrug at the fact that almost every problem is a thousand times smaller than mine. Did you even begin to try to understand the fact that I am so full of pitiful glee?

Yes, I've cried a lot of times. But I vowed to never cry again; I would be a disgrace to me.

Do you think I would or could ever pity you? I've known pain, true pain and you DARE snivel?

Enough with this anger, it might become a great hassle if I continue to unleash myself like this. I smile a sad, genuine smile as I sit on a swing, watching a few people cross streets in the lonely night. Those people walk hand in hand with each other. Others walk swiftly to a preordained destination.

I wonder what it's like to have a destination in mind. I wonder what it's like, to walk hand in hand.

But I don't cry. I'll never cry for being alone, for being discarded or for being detested. I smile and try to be a friend to me, for that is all I have. There is no structure in life; all the roads are so damaged, so utterly damaged. My prospects are sinister at best.

I've never felt the sensation, like others, when being wanted, needed or loved. Never once have I felt an embrace. Even if it would happen later on, it's far too late now; it's already evolved too far…

This is no warning, this is an explanation. Warning you would be either foolish or useless. I am me, within me… Perhaps, you do understand?

Forlorn Gaze
- by TokehGecko

'Why?'

I will start my little story from the start. Apparently, people looked at me with disgust, utter disgust. It hurt me, not knowing what I did wrong that made people want me to suffer so badly. It hurt me so much, can you ever imagine? No, you can't; you've had, possibly, a rough past, but can it really be compared to mine? I'm not pointing fingers, not accusing you, not forcing you to feel guilt or pity for me. I'm not even trying to penetrate your petty minds.

I feel so mighty big, because I've lived through this horrible pain, while you can barely live through a much, much smaller pain…

On a swing I swing slowly. Rocking back and forth makes my unseen tears hit the ground on various places beneath me. No one cares for my tears. I am childish, but what can you expect from a five-year old at that time? This feeling is called loneliness, isn't it? What's it like to have someone, anyone, beside you, even for a short moment?

It's already evolving, you know… Soon, it will already be too late.

I see children playing with each others, casting me the same looks of disgust as the older people. They smile such giddy smiles and I wonder if I will ever be able to really smile like that. To fully laugh out loud like they do… with so much joy present through their vocal cords… What do they feel when they laugh like that? What do they think when they're being embraced by their parents?

I am alone and I haven't done anything wrong as far as I know. Now I understand, but back then, I was hurt so much everyday… Was I not supposed to be born? Was there something ugly about me? Did I smell bad, did my presence bother them so much? You hate me, you make others hate me, ultimately making everyone hate me… You even made me hate me.

It's already too late now…

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Outwardly, I make up a worried glance for the sake of another. Inwardly, I scream horror and terror at your self-pity.

Big freaking issue you have there! The sarcasm in my thoughts is overwhelming. At least you were loved once, at least you were embraced once, at least you had someone and still have people around you who care for you. I have no one who cares, this much I have learned. Sure, people showed affection, but it was far too late… far too late.

So you've lost your parents? At least you had them once!

Oh, you've lost your entire family, your entire clan? At least you were loved once!

You were bullied? Well shit, at least you were given attention!

You were hated? At least you know why! It was too late for me when I found out!

You have a destiny set out? At least you have a freaking destiny! Be grateful!

I am bitter, forever to be. Invisible, forever to be present.

All I'm saying is; you won't get my pity if your pain is smaller than mine. I'll fake it, though…

I will not be heard like so many others, because I lack the confidence in my own voice; Insecurity rules existence. I will be able to finish this story, but I don't expect anyone to shoot a second glance at the cover.

I look at a person helping out another, supporting the other with your shoulder. I would do the same thing, because it's expected, but when I do it, I will not be thanked, but you will be.

I don't understand the reason helping another who doesn't deserve to be helped. I was never helped before, why would someone who has gone through so little deserve it? No one ever gave me acceptance when I wanted to feel wanted. No one bothered to acknowledge my existence; I was all alone in an eerie coexistence.

I sigh at you, simply at you. Confusion wildly dances behind my orbs together with fury, ultimately becoming one to form confirmation. I don't care anymore. I simply don't care anymore.

Whether I die or live, I don't mind at all. I've lived a useless life, not fulfilling any need. Who would want to live a life alone, hated, ignored, rejected and all that stuff together? Yes, I am bitter about it! It's TOO unfair! Life is unfair, but this is stretching it! I hate all of you right back…

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Kakashi worriedly glanced over a field of corpses. Sound Shinobis were littered all over the place. A quarter part of Orochimaru's left side of his face was on the ground, a piece of his tongue scorched. The Sannin was killed in cold blood.

The old Jounin was looking in front of him to see the most terrible sight he had ever seen. But it was not terrible because of what he saw, but because of what he felt. In front of him, a crying Uchiha Sasuke was sobbing endlessly on his knees. The traitor had been involved in the fight. Beside him, Haruno Sakura was doing the same, only she was lying on the ground. Hatake himself was also weeping in silence.

Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined a power so big. No demon could ever rival it. His Chakra froze everyone in their tracks, forcing them to feel what he has forever felt…

In the centre of a fresh cemetery, Uzumaki Naruto stood, with cold, dead eyes, staring into the sky as if he was beckoning for something to take him away.

"Is it I who upholds the key?" He whispers slowly and desperately as his arms tremble at his sides, blood pouring off of them.

Kakashi had no words to say as he dropped to his knees in despair. 'His Chakra… It's too radiant in its essence.' Kakashi thought as he gasped for air. 'This Chakra isn't radiating a superior presence at all, but it's more lethal than anything I have ever faced…' Behind Kakashi, dozens of survivors of the Massacre were also on their knees, not knowing what was happening to them. 'What happened that gave him this much power?'

Naruto smiled a very eerie smile as he turned his gaze to the survivors. Everyone still conscious gasped as they saw Naruto's eyes. Those eyes were not of a Shinobi, not of Uzumaki Naruto. They were eyes of a tormented soul.

"If there is someone on the same road as I am, could you tell me where I started?" Naruto asked in a hoarse whisper. His eyes were so wide and empty, his pupils so small… "Why was I born on a crossroad? And why was I born on a one-way road?"

'His Chakra… it's radiating endless loneliness…' Kakashi realized. 'That's why I feel so bad… This is what Naruto has been feeling all his life…'

"I am me, within me. I am not him, but he." Naruto laughed a short, disappointed laugh. "Yet I am him, after all…"

Then, Kakashi realized what Naruto was saying. 'There was no trace of Kyuubi Chakra when he obliterated Orochimaru's army and killed Orochimaru… The Kyuubi didn't help him one bit. It was Naruto, yet it was not…'

Kakashi nervously swallowed as he saw a flicker in Naruto's expression. 'What has Konoha done to him!'

Naruto sighed as he closed his eyes. "Let me rest, I have earned a rest… ultimately." Then, Naruto fainted, but not due to exhaustion.

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Kakashi was seated in front of room with the number '402' embedded on the door. 'To think the influence would go this far… I've heard of the various ways of sanity and insanity working together, but not like this…'

"K-Kakashi-sensei…" Kakashi looked up to see the arrival of one of his ex-subordinates. "Naruto… that wasn't Naruto back there, it wasn't even Kyuubi's Chakra, and yet, he was so…"

"Ruthless and powerful." Kakashi ended for her. "You know of the poor treatment Naruto received in his younger years, right?"

Sakura nodded and sensed Sasuke approaching. Kakashi waited for him to join them and explain further then. Sasuke had nowhere to go, since his brother was already dead and Orochimaru meeting the same fate, he had nothing to do but stay in Konoha now. He had a long meeting with the Hokage, before they've come to terms with Sasuke staying in Konoha.

"He had always worn a mask that was able to hide the real him. But he did that self-knowingly." Kakashi explained. "This time however… We're talking about Schizophrenic Jutsu… I've encountered it before, but never was Schizophrenic Jutsu as mind-boggling as Naruto's…"

"Schizophrenic Jutsu… That's my main Jutsu, right?" Sakura asked.

Kakashi nodded. "Correct, but in Naruto's case, his other self is based on self-pity, self-hatred and utter loneliness… In his case, though, those sensations were so powerful, that they began to evolve, I imagine. Whether this has to do with the Kyuubi is beyond me, but… Uzumaki Naruto, he always was so unpredictable… Perhaps this is his true nature…"

"It's so sad…" Sakura said. "To be hidden within a fake you, not even knowing it yourself."

"Hn. He has another personality within himself. But unlike others who have this, Naruto's is a whole other person, with a much larger Chakra base. To think… it rivals the Kyuubi's…"

Kakashi shook his head. "They are one and the same, but at the same time, they are not. Together, they are the true Naruto." Kakashi had finally figured it out.

"We've lost him…" Kakashi whispered through his mask. "We've lost him when he was still a kid…"

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The end. Very short One-shot, I know. Perhaps I should write another chapter… Man, I should write more chapters for my other stories… This will be NaruSaku, eventually...

Greets!