LIZ- thanks personally though, I didn't think it was that great.

TOKI MIRAGE- hey thanks! That's awesome. I loved reading your review

RANMA HIBIKI- I cried too. P.s you like ranma too? Isn't it the funniest!

SHADOW-SENSEI- lol. I find it really funny that you were in school when reading this. Way to go! Lol.

KILLERDOODLEBUG- -.- wheres my cookie! I want my cookie! COOKIE! Im a little more happy with this chapter I think. Not as many raw emotions but the grammar and conveying of said emotions I think is much better. Lemme know what you think. Ja ne

Ok so im writing this at 1 tired now. (weird how I get my inspiration only at night….oh well) ill see you all next chapter. …if there is one. Btw, Cerulean Blue is kicking my ass. I have about ten pages written for ch. 5. and I hate it. It really really sucks. So im thinking of rewriting it and rearranging some events ive thought of.. but I really am trying to update it! I swear on my kakashi t-shirt! (I have one. Its awesome. Its says 'the things you learn from books' with a pic of chibi-kaka reading icha icha with his sharingan uncovered)

He stared blankly at the scene before him, anger consuming his body. When they told him that Naruto was the container for the Kyubi, he had demolished a training area in frustration. He'd been hurt that Naruto had never trusted him enough to tell him. He had found out by accident that it had been three Jounins who had killed his rival, overhearing the Hokage and the toad sennin Jiraiya talking about tracking down the culprits. Little did he know that the two had known he was there and had purposefully listed the names of the guilty. They knew he would go after them and they knew he'd do it quietly. It gave them an odd sense of satisfaction from their painful deaths. Naruto was like a son the two sennins.

He had never gone to the funeral, choosing to train instead. Trying to work off his emotions. Anger at the Jounins, anger at himself for letting this happen, but most of all, anguish at no longer having the blonde by his side anymore. His tears blurred the scrawled vandalism that had been sprayed over the words lovingly carved as he sank to his knees. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. He was alone. Always alone. He had to get out of there. He couldn't stand looking at that name carved in grey. Just like everybody else's. He turned and ran back to his house, his room. He passed Kakashi sparring against Iruka with the brunette winning, emotion clearly finally getting a hold of the usually quiet teacher. He passed Sakura sitting in the ramen stand, aimlessly stirring her bowl. Most of rookie nine was on the hill, quiet. Reaching his house, he threw the door open and bolted to his room, racing to the attached bathroom. His raw emotion overwhelming him as he threw up in the toilet. Shaking, he gently sat back and leaned his forehead against the cool ceramic lip of the bowl. A tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another. And another. Until he was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Dobe." He rasped, throat raw from his sobs. "How could you leave me? I never even got a chance!" he punched the floor. He slowly stood, wobbly on his feet. Making his way over to his bed, he collapsed onto the cotton sheets, sinking into the welcoming warmth. He burrowed his way under the blankets and curled up. His heart hurt. Was this normal? Was it supposed to hurt this much when your rival died? He clutched his shirt above the left side of his chest. If asked later, he would swear to you that as he drifted off into the deep of sleep, he heard him laugh gently.