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Naruto stares at the newspaper for a long time underneath a ledge hidden away from a flooding downpour of rain and thunderstorms. The news paper itself is dirty with use, ripped and torn at its edges and words faded from the sun earlier that day. He stole it from someone's mail box, but most of the time that wouldn't matter any ways when most of the more important mail is usually hidden elsewhere.
The rain pools and floods the streets. He's cold, but it's not important compared to the news he has now. "Family Massacre" written in bold wide letters across, fancy font that feels in poor tastes to the tragedy told in flimsy pages. The papers gather like light feathers as his hands fall numb to the cold midnight air. They fall and scatter, the papers get damp and damaged in minutes as he tells himself it isn't real. The bus is late, like always but he doesn't have half a mind to wait for it like every other night so he runs.
He runs until his feet grow numb, until his arms stop shaking and his breathing becomes heavy. He runs until he's drenched in rainwater, a lighting strike hit the earth somewhere nearby but Naruto doesn't react to anything until his shaky bones brings him in front of his apartment door and he collapse with a wide birth of a cry. He grips his hair and screams into his knees, his vision gets spotty with tears, his apartment is empty and cold like every other night but there's a dark pressure that hugs the corners and it's closing in like a box.
He doesn't feel his head hit the ground until his hands are at the sides and his vision is chasing more than water spots and turning into pure static black. There's a ringing in his ears that brings about the forefront of his mind. His eyes close, he shudders a deep breathe and clenching his fists.
His body limps onto the ground, the rain getting quieter and quieter as a pale blue moonlight seeps through barely opened windows.
"Ahh!" Naruto's eye's open quickly and lounges forwards gripping the soft bed sheets and blankets. He feels them around for a minute, unsure of where he was his mind hazy and fuzzy.
His clothes was dry. Panic settles in and he gets up slowly from the ground he didn't remember much only bits and pieces. The newspapers, the lettering, the rain and... his apartment. He doesn't remember anything in between, anything in that day at all. Naruto leans his hand against the wall, his legs still sorta numb and heads towards the home phone on his living room table. With one last push he flops onto the couch and stares at that phone, trying to remember who he was even trying to contact because everyone he knows and loves lives so far away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to remember last night's event's but the only thing coming to mind is big bold words with fancy lettering across paper saying "Family massacre" with the context missing.
Naruto opens his small orange journal book and runs a finger through the pages trying to find his friends and family numbers through all of the business ones. Iruka, Kakashi, Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru, Sasuke...
Sasuke.
He picks up the phone and dials his number. The ringing is loud in the very still apartment, the window curtains flutter open as the hot air blows through them casting in the early morning sun, little dustbunnies float around in the air as Naruto waits for Sasuke to answer.
"Naruto? Do you even know what time it is over he-" "Sasuke-" he cuts him off and releases a breathe of relief to hear his bastardly voice. He almost has half a mind to run through the rest of his phone number list and call everyone, just to make sure they was okay but decided to wait until later tonight when he knew everyone will be up. "...Naruto? Are you okay?" His eyes widened he didn't think he would actually ask a little stunned he shifts his footing on the couch and smiles that there was some level of concern. "Yeah of course I'm fine! I'm me, ya know!" He laughs it off and brings a hand to his hair, it stops what he actually wants to say, that he misses them, that he should've never taken the job even if this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wishes to go back to him and that he wasn't in another country all together, he wants to be with his family and make sure that everyone was okay and that he loved them, his friends and his family.
Iruka comes to mind, his constant worrying over Naruto. Kakashi was always a little more rational even though he lived with little care himself, always late to everything and Sakura was like a sister to him and her girlfriend Ino, he wonders how they are doing and Shikamaru and Choji, everyone... he hears a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. "When are you coming home, Naruto?" He also doesn't expect that either, he wishes he knew himself but there's other places that's lined up after this that his agency is excited about, they tell him it'll make him big... he doesn't really want to be, he wonders if he's made a mistake because all he wants to do is go home.
Kami, he misses everyone. "I don't know, but they said it'll be big if I take the roles now due to the new TV show everyone is already lining up to cast me, might have to be gone for another year and I'm excited because this is going to be everything I was working towards! Ya know!" It's quiet on the other end, Naruto taps his foot. He doesn't even know if he actually wants that but says it like a life line, for as long as he's ever known that's all he's believed and now that he's here he doesn't understand what he wants... not in his line of work, not anymore. He feels like that lonely kid all over again. "Okay... I gotta go back to sleep now..." He has to try really hard to stop his disappointment from appearing in his voice "Yeah alright! I'll just call again, later tonight! Talk to you soon!" There's a rustling sound on the other side "yeah. Talk to you soon, Naruto." And the other side cuts out. There's an endless beep that let's him know the call is over but he doesn't put the phone back into the holster and listens to the endless beep drag on in the other wise slient apartment.
Someone claps his shoulder and he turns around fast, "Good work Naruto!" He stands there shocked, he doesn't even remember how he got there but he smiles anyways and nods his head. "Just so you know, the network wanted a season 2, they was asking if you would reprise your role. Could be another year." His agent comes over quick before he could even say anything with that fake wide smile of his and starts to negotiate with the crew. They talk about his options and other roles without him actually being apart of the conversation and ultimately ends up deciding he'll stay another year with a pay rise. They shake hands, his agent coming over to congratulate him on a "job well done" and that the final episode for season one well be airing later that night. Bits and pieces comes to his mind, he actually did manged to get over here. But he doesn't remember anything about the acting itself.
He takes the train home, the location even further away from last time and wonders if he'll even watch the last episode of season 1 that night. He's watching the scenery go by, his reflection in the window glass. He wishes Iruka was right beside him. But he could never pull him away from his work duties at the school or his husband Kakashi. He feels tightly wrapped around a wire and it's pulling thin. Of all of the worst decisions he's ever made in his life he thinks becoming an actor was at the top of the list. The train makes a stop at the station, Naruto gets up and walks out, making his way through the trufs of people pushing themselves into the train behind him. He decides to walk the rest of the way to his apartment. It's late out so not that many people was around, whoever was around he hops onto the other side of the street not trusting them anyway.
He watches the stars dance around as a cold wind catches his hair and makes him shudder. He pulls his baggy coat tighter around himself and actually have a brief moment of joy when he sees his apartment building come into view. He sprints the rest of the way and climbs the stairs to his apartment. Fumbling with his keys he stumbles inside and sighs as the door closes shut behind him. His apartment is warm tonight, which means he's left the heat on all day but he doesn't even care when he takes off his coat and hangs on a rack and bends over to push off his shoes. He autopilots to the bathroom, content on taking a long shower, the water falls heavenly on his back. Once done Naruto grips the fluffy towel and drys himself off and puts on his pajamas. He takes a box of instant Ramen and rips it open, pouring the amount of water needed and then throwing it in the microwave.
He sits down on the couch and looks at the boxed TV sitting on a small coffee table in front of him. He reaches for the remote and flips through the channels where he knew the last episode for "Looking through the glass" aired. He sees himself doing all of the scenes, notices all his mistakes as well. The microwave beeps but he doesn't get up. His character is walking through a door only to find the second fan favorite character dead. He stares at the blood as the camera slowly pans up to reveal the others face.
There's a knife in his hand he doesn't know who's hand it is in but there's a knife in his hand. He looks at a tattered news paper with "Family Massacre" written on it.
The microwave beeps again which jerks him out of his momentarily lapse. Limply he walks over to the microwave and pulls out his Raman, the cup warm from sitting so long. The TV show was over for a while now and a new ones begans. He sits on the couch with a flop and eats the Ramen noodles in little hurry.
When he's done he throws the cup in the trash and the chopsticks into the sink and heads into the small bedroom, flopping on the bed and passing out without much more thought.
The phone rings later that night. Naruto rolls over to check the time, the alarm clock glowing "3:30 Am" and wonders if it's his family. But he also knows Iruka is always over worked and is probably at the school right now so it could be Kakashi but he was never a worry wort. Slowly he makes his way to the living room, reaching for the phone and answering it out of hope that it's one of his friends or family that's calling. "Hi, I just wanted to inform you that you could upgrade your-" he hangs up on them and slams the phone into the holster. Tears gathers at his eye's and his hands shake all the way up to his face until he cups his face. He walks back to the bed and flops back down again.
He's staring at a mirror as the makeup artist makes him unrecognizable. His birth marks dissappear under the heavy concealer and another fixes a wig ontop of his hair. They add fake eyelashes and more makeup around the face, a little bit of red to make his character look "disheveled" but he believes his natural look does it enough already. They give him his lines on the white paper sheets and directs him to the stage. Season 2 apparently starts him out running-
-drenched in heavy rain as that paper light news paper falls, a knife in someone's hand, a shock of hair-
He trips over himself and the director yells "Cut!" A lot of people asks if he's okay, they asks to re due the scene again, and they are going for take two.
He's running to catch the killer, rounding around corner and grabbing his shoulder like the script said, the killer turns to face him and...
He sees himself, a small smile on his face. Narutos eyes widen in shock and asks "who are you?"
"CUT!"
They take a break, another actor sitting next to him and handing him a water bottle. "Man you must be out of it today, what's going on?" Naruto sighed and looked down at his legs, they kicked back and forth softly. "Just. Things on my mind, don't worry about, I'll be fine, ya know!" He stands up and stretches. "Yeah, I should be good now!" He yells at the crew who gives him a thumbs up.
"ACTION!"
Naruto wakes up in bed. He grips his hair and leans over, it's 3:30 AM again and he wonders how he even got to the apartment last night anyways. He wants to call someone, anyone that he knows and loves. But he... he really wants to but the fact that no one's called him at all... He should probably eat something, probably take a shower, but he's incredibly...
Sad. He wants to go home.
"Hey, Naruto." Him and his agent was sitting at a coffee table in a small homey type shop. There's a lot of little plants, the scenery with warm browns and light greens, the sun spots the place through white light curtains and creates such an effect that he's somewhat entranced. He looks out the window that they was seated by, on the top row and he places a hand on his chin, huffing out a sigh. The one day off he got and his agent wanted to discuss his "successes". He sips on his tea with the straw as his agent smiles wide and shows him all of the recent fan fare he's garnered. Naruto stares at the windows reflection of himself and prepares to lose all of this useless information in a moments minutes. "We think that you'll be really fit for where they are going with your character down the line, Naruto." He eventually says somewhere down the line, Naruto sips on the tea and looks at him from the corner of his eye. "Oh yeah, what's that?" The agent taps his pen against the table "I know you've been trying to escape your previous image since the "funny man role" was all you was casted for in the past. This show has really taken you further than ever before, many more roles are lining up where you are an antagonist or a main lead. They was wondering if-" his words begins to blur again, Naruto just waved his hand dismissively. "Sure." His agent claps his hands together "Great, I'll let them know!" He sighs, he doesn't even know what he's agreed too.
He feels around his couch, realizing he must've passed out there, bleary he blinks his eyes, trying to find the thing that's ringing. He digs in between couch cushions and crevices before he registers that the ringing is coming from the phone. He reached over to the living room table and drags the home phone closer to him, picking it up and accepting the call. "Hello?" He shifts a bit on the couch waiting for a response from the otherside. He focuses on the "drip, drip, drip" of the kitchen sink and leans back onto his side. "Uh... hello?" Still nothing and he begins to wonder if he was actually hearing the phone ring at all. With a sigh he moves to put the phone back into its hustler and turn around to sleep when he hears a rough voice comes through the phone. Hurriedly he brings it closer to his ear to listen to what they had to say. "Haaah" "Uhh, who is this?" He nervously ran a hand through his hair and ended up just hanging up. When he checked the call history it was like there was nothing there.
Naruto sat down on edge of the curb. A women sitting next to him "Ake. The deaths are suspiciously connected to you." She hands him a paper - the news paper showed a picture of the family before the deaths, their faces are interestingly enough blacked out, the words read "The _______ family was murdered during an home invasion, the son suspiciously missing as the pol-" he remembers heavy rain as the tattered papers fall gracelessly into damp rain water, he remembers-
"CUT!"
Naruto looks at his hand, there's blood coated on the knife and it cascades downwards into a small puddle that gathers at his feet. His eyes widened and he dropped the knife, it clutter to the ground. When he looks up he sees himself, a small smile and a laugh, it's warm, it's not crazy, it doesn't sound like himself. He walks into a room and opened a door, a large man standing over a body but it's shaded out and blurry, Naruto turns to run-
"CUT!"
"All right good job on the scene Naruto! This episode is going to be amazing when it comes out!" His co worker's start to pack up the equipment and gives him the address for the next location they was filming in. "We heard it was going to rain tomorrow night so bring a jacket, the director wants this scene to feel natural." The paper has the same address as the newspaper. He blinks and it changes. With a heavy sigh he walks into the car his agent was waiting for him at and gets inside.
The phone rings again that night. Sluggishly he picks it up. "Hey, Naruto! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to call recently, the school is keeping me busy-" "Iruka!" He yells, it echos in the corners of his small apartment and his joy is bright, warmth wraps around his body and the energy kicks back in. "How are you Iruka, how's Kakashi, how's Sakura and Ino and Shika and Sasuke!?" "Woah, woah, calm down- haha- yeah their doing great, Sakura and Ino are actually planning on getting married soon, no details yet though and Shika said he's found someone but hasn't said who. Sasuke and Itachi are doing fine, haven't heard much from them in a while but they are running a business after all." He flops onto the couch his legs over the back of the couch, his feet hanging limply in the air, he was upside down. He smiled big but a sadness swells and makes his heart heavy. He's missed so much hasn't he, no wonder Sasuke hasn't called, he owns a business now with his brother and Sakura and Ino is planning on getting married.
He feels a little selfish and a little silly, they of course wouldn't forget about him that easily, would they? Naruto swings his feet back and forth, hitting the back of the couch multiple times. "And Kakashi is well, Kakashi. Still late to everything, still care free." Iruka laughs again and it lightens his small apartment with a bit of a homey feel. "I miss you guys. I miss you all so much. I want filming to be over so I can come home!" It's slient on the other end for a minute then a bunch of tiny kids voices can be heard through the phone, iruka sighs and explained that the class hasn't even ended yet, one if the kids shouts they wanted to play outside anyways, a bunch more shouting "- eh sorry Naruto, I gotta go, it was seriously nice talking to you, call me if you need anyth-" the phone hangs up.
He stops all movement. And listens to that loud endless beep.
He's sitting in an office when a woman in a long doctor's coat sits next to him. "You was out for a long time, Naruto." She hands him a water bottle and smiles at him. "I'm glad you are finally coming too. Today you can go home to your family." Iruka walks through the door, he smiles and lifts a hand towards him, Kakashi leans on one of the doors waiting for them. "Let's go home." Naruto smiles "Lets!"
He wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, reaching over to his night stand and accidentally knocking over the lamp, it crashes and breaks, hurriedly he trys to catch it, falling off the bed tangled in sheets and landing next to the shattered glass. His right arm getting cut, blood seeping into the carpet below. He stays there, glass cut deep into his arm. "Fuck." Is the only reaction he has, the only amount of energy he's got left to care. He recognizeds he should go and clean the wound and stop the bleeding but he wonders if it's enough to get another day off. A small "of course it's not" resides and he gets up slowly, working to untangle himself from the sheets and try to clean the blood where he could.
He grabs the bandges and runs warm water under the cut and pulls the glass out with a pair of tweezers it was difficult using his none dominant hand but he managed it anyways. He stares at the mirror in front of him, losing himself for a moment. He grips someone's shoulder and turns them around "who are you?" Narutos face appears in front of the mirror, blood on his hands, a knife he's holding. "I'm you. Idiot." Shocked he takes his arm away from the sink, tweezers dropping the on floor nearby, a loud cling. "What, what do you mean, what-" "You killed them, don't you remember?" The other Naruto gets closer to him, a grin. He looks down and sees the blood drips onto his hands, he sees the knife, a shock of hair, a man over body's, the rain, the news paper, the run...
"I didn't, I didn't kill anyone!" Naruto smashes the mirror, pieces flying around everywhere, anger seeps in and cold fear. He runs into the living room after the fake in front of him, the other hops around lightly with no care and he follows throwing poted plants, grabbing a knife and slashes at the other, hitting the wall then the couch and kicking over the table, the phone flying off and breaking apart, the other Naruto opening the door and him slamming the door further against the wall and down the hallway barefooted.
It's raining outside, there's lighting in the distance and thunder roars around, it's 4:00 Am, no one's out, the suns not even up yet. He chases him through the streets and sidewalks, tripping over himself, leaning against a wall, blood still running from his arm, the other running faster and faster away, he reaches a hand out to catch him, but the other leaps on top of the railing.
Their on a bridge. He stops, breathing hard and leaned over the other Naruto smiles at him. "You did kill them and you never wanted to admit it." He grips his pajama pants and looks up at himself. "I never did, stop making things up!" The other Naruto crouches down and leans forwards, still on the railing, their face to face now. "Are you truly sure about that? Why do you see yourself holding the knife?" Naruto grits his teeth. "Hmm, what about the blood. What do you remember from the news paper, ever wondered why you was so far from home?" "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!" He shakes his head, arms moving up to grip his stomach and wrap around it a sickening feeling. "There... there was someone else...." "are you sure about that?" "Yes!" The other Naruto smiles, leans back up from his crouching and brings the heel of his foot off of the railing. "Wait! Who are you!?" "I'm you. Silly." A push, the other falls off over the railings, Naruto jumps out, his hand brushing against the others hand, he doesn't reach and watches the other fall into the murky waters below.
He lunges out of his bed, back hitting the wall and sliding down. His apartment was a mess, but he's had no energy to clean and replace the broken items. "I... need to understand what I'm missing." He says eventually after calming down somewhat. "What... happened?" He gets up and follows the wall marred with knife strikes all the way into his messy living room. He takes his time taking a shower and cleaning up and finally bandages the wound that was starting to scab over. He decides the local library should have the things he needed to find out the truth of that night. Slowly he puts on his shoes and a hoodie, throwing the hood up, he didn't want to be recognized at all. He looks at his busted door and the dent in the wall besides it due to the slam. He doesn't dwell on it for long, closing the door and locking it.
He goes down to the streets, flagging down a cab and asking for the local library. He knew there was probably a computer there, even if they weren't so widespread and more useful looking through a text book instead with how slow the world wide web ran on those things. He watches the scenery go past him dully, with half a mind he realizes he reached his destination and steps out, paying the cab driver. He walks up to the large towering library, brown and grey architecture giving an imposing feel. When he walks inside the carpet is grey and thin, Naruto spots the receptionist and asks for a computer for his "school project" she points off into a direction and he follows obediently.
The computer was thankfully already on, he waits for the web page to load, tapping his fingers across the oak wood desk and taking in the overall surroundings. There was a small sitting area back here, next to a shelf full of books. A few college students gathered around reading a medical text book, a few others reading non fiction stories, one of them complaining about their "walk man not working" and the other trying to help them fix it. Naruto sighed when the page finally loaded, a low music filled the air when someone brought their radio out, tuning it too a channel that played something decent. Naruto stares at the screen and trys to remember something... anything about that night. -The rain, it was thunderstorms... or was that after?- he shakes his head, the weather wouldn't help. -The newspaper, Family Massacre, something about the boy missing- He looks up "Family Massacre, old cases." And waits for it to load. Something pops up, an article. He clicks on it, a bit of hope feeling his chest, maybe... maybe he can put that behind him. What ever it is that he can not remember and finally focus on important things. He scrolls through the article, scan reading it. It's not the same thing at all and goes back a page.
The day turns into night, his eyes was getting tired from staring so long at the bright computer night. Those collage kids long gone replaced with empty air and even emptier sounds. Everything was too still, too grey, he missed the noises people would make in the background. He clicks on a link on the very last page. He see's the image of a newspaper, Family Massacre written in bold wide letters across, fancy font that feels in poor tastes to the tragedy told in flimsy pages. He blinks. Because he didn't think he'll actually find it and blinks again, leaning closer to the screen. "This is it..." He whispers and scrolls slowly through the article.
"There was a family Massacre that happened at the Uzumaki residents late last night at 2:34 AM. Minato Namikaze and Kushina Namikaze Uzumaki was found stabbed too death." He leans back into his chair. "Their child is missing. If you have any information please contact police and help search for him. The killer still at large." He keeps looking after that, the only update being "The child's name is being redacted for safety purposes. He was found malnourished and in a coma and was placed in the adoption agency's care. The killer is still at large the police is asking for any information." He gets up from the chair, walking away from the computer in a daze. When he rounds the corner he sees himself, digging through books, smiling all the same.
"Who... are you?" "I'm you." He walks over to the other him. "I told you... I didn't kill them." The other him hmms and pulls out a book. "Was there ever anyone caught?" Naruto looks down at his shoes, hand reaching up to grab the book the other was holding. "No." "Then... who's to say it wasn't you?"
A man. Large and standing over their body's.
He chases and grabbed their shoulder, he sees him self.
There's a knife in his hand, it's bloody, a small blood pools at his feet...
Naruto closes his eyes and shakes. "It. Wasn't... me."
Naruto stares at the newspaper for a long time underneath a ledge hidden away from a flooding downpour of rain and thunderstorms. The news paper itself is dirty with use, ripped and torn at its edges and words faded from the sun earlier that day. He stole it from someone's mail box, but most of the time that wouldn't matter any ways when most of the more important mail is usually hidden elsewhere.
The rain pools and floods the streets. He's cold, but it's not important compared to the news he has now. "Family Massacre" written in bold wide letters across, fancy font that feels in poor tastes to the tragedy told in flimsy pages. The papers gather like light feathers as his hands fall numb to the cold midnight air. They fall and scatter, the papers get damp and damaged in minutes as he tells himself it isn't real. The bus is late, like always but he doesn't have half a mind to wait for it like every other night so he runs.
He runs, until he gets home and slams open the door. The mirrors are cracked, and the wall is brown from rusty blood.
-He opened the door that night, there was someone there-
He walks around the old house. "Uzumaki" faded on a package that was never opened.
-the man stares at him, the knife bloody-
He stops in front of his old room. It smells of mold.
-The man takes chase, it was raining at night too-
He's sees the living room, just down the hall. The wall, he hide there, looking at the man.
-he opens the door in a hurry to get away-
He walks into the room. There's still a blood stain where the body's used to be.
-the man grabs him, he didn't actually get away-
A shock of golden hair. A shock of red mixed in blood. He sees the imagery more clear.
-The man... he... knocks Naruto out-
Naruto collapses in his old home. This place... he used to live here long ago...
-He's sitting in an office when a woman in a long doctor's coat sits next to him. "You was out for a long time, Naruto." She hands him a water bottle and smiles at him. "I'm glad you are finally coming too. Today you can go home to your family." Iruka walks through the door, he smiles and lifts a hand towards him, Kakashi leans on one of the doors waiting for them. "Let's go home." Naruto smiles "Lets!"-
They got on a plane together. Moved to a new country.
He stares at the floor. "Who did this?" He asks instead. The other him places a hand on his shoulder. "I did." Narutos eyes widen, a knife coming down to stab him. He rolls over and nearly dodges the knife a small inch of it cutting the side of his face. He gets up to run, running into the wall, hands leaning on it for support, and ducking just as a knife landed right above his head, cutting a few inches of hair off. He slams open the door, running out into the quiet streets, a sprinkle of rain under dark clouds. He runs into an alley way, hoping onto a fire escape and through the stairs. "Someone, help! Please! Help!" The other him grabs the back of his hoodie, he pushed backwards making them both fall off of the fire escape, he yells in pain, adrenaline spikes in to stop the paralyzing fear, the other him grabs a knife, he rolls, kicking him wildly away and got up again, sprinting away.
The other him was lacking a little behind but no less fast, there was a crowd of people up ahead, a small gathering of people. He pushes past them and doesn't look back nor does he respond to their yells, he runs down another alley way, hoping over a fence, his hoodie gets caught in the wire. The other him is still smiling, so naturally, panicked he pulls and pulls till he physically falls off on the other side, watching through the fence, as the other him climbs with ease. He gets back up, to run, the other him leaps down and swipes a knife at his arm, successfully stabbing him there. With a yell he pushes the other away to as much strength as possible, but the man barely budges, the knife comes back down again but Naruto was able to stop it, gripping the man's hand, gritting his own teeth, as the weather got heavier.
Naruto kicks him in the stomach with the other man's hands being free and runs when the others eyes widen in shock. He doesn't look back, he runs past that familiar bus stop, he keeps running until his back into the busier parts of town, he keeps running till he's almost at his apartment. He hops up on stairs, jumps onto a roof, turning around he sees the other man, the knife glittering with blood and is washing away under the rain quickly. Naruto steps backwards until his heel hits the edge of the roof. He turns back towards his attacker who was by the stairs. Naruto glared his eyes and clenched his fist, a fresh rush of blood runs down his arm, his cheek stinging in pain, his legs ached and numb, it was cold outside as a thunder clap sounded about the air. "Why?" The other him smiles. "Tying up loose ends." His face morphs into his co worker's, the actor who worked with him in the TV show. He was a lot older then himself. "I can't get caught now, you being here is a risk I can't afford."
-He had opened his eyes in a place a all too strile white and clean place. A few doctors was outside his door talking too... someone. "A partial loss of memory?" Someone taps something, "Hu uh."-
He runs at him, a knife in his chest before he could even really stop it. They both go tumbling over the edge.
Iruka. Kakashi. I never told you, how much of a father figure you two was too me. And... Sasuke. I'm sorry, I regret not being able to express my real feelings for you. Sakura, Ino, I would have loved to seen your wedding. Shika, Choji, I should've listened to you. I didn't think....
I would live to regret being an actor one day.