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AN- Okay, this is for Dragonist. I'm not sure if I got Naruto's personality right, so I would appreciate any constructive criticism and/or ideas about what I should write next because I have no clue.

Oh! And thank you to Dragonist and animepuppy101 for your beautiful reviews.

Why, Bastard, Why?

He jumped in front of me, why in the great Hokage's name did he jump in front of me? Why did he save me?

Why? Damnit, why!

I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask him to the play the hero, to save me…

Damn that bastard! Damn him to hell!

Why?

How could he?

I'm holding him in my arms now and looking down at him and it's all wrong. It's not supposed to be this way. I should be the one lying there stuck through like some sort of grotesque pin cushion. I should be the one, not him. It's not like it would be that much of a loss, if I were to…to go. It's him that they'll miss. He's the one that they'll be lost without, then why…why did he do it? Why…

You bastard, tell me why!

He said…He said that he didn't know why…that his body had moved on his own…that's bullshit! Since when did he ever do anything without planning it out first?

Damnit! How could he? How could…

Now he's talking again, like he won't get the chance again like he's on his deathbed. But that's stupid because he's not going anywhere. He's Kohona's number one rookie ninja! He wouldn't loose to some freak with over sized sewing needles…right?

He's talking about his dream…his goal…the goal he threw away to save me…to save the demon, not that he knows, but… I open my mouth to ask him why again, even as I feel tears begin to prick my eyes. Even though I doubt that I could have said anything if I tried…damnit, it feels like I swallowed a rock. But before I could try, he stops me…He tells me not to give up, to never let my dream die…

He believes in me? But…How…Why?

His eyes are closing, no damnit no! Stay awake, you bastard, stay here! No, no don't do that, don't do that…His eyes are closed but that's okay, he's just sleeping, that's right he's just…

His breathing is slowing, is that normal? I can't…I don't think he's breathing…doesn't that…doesn't that mean…and suddenly I'm drowning. And all I can feel is grief and pain and guilt and there's nothing else because he's…he's gone…No…

Somewhere inside of me something shatters…I can hear it, it's so far away…but that doesn't matter, nothing matters because he's gone…

No, No No, No…

Suddenly something erupts from deep down in my being, it's spreading like wild fire consuming my soul and my grief, and I don't care…

And the fire is a part of me. My grief and rage burning and churning like some monstrous inferno, but I don't care because he's gone …

NO!

It wasn't his time! He wasn't supposed to leave! He wasn't supposed to die! He still had a dream…a dream that…that that bastard took from him. Stole from him!

He's talking…that bastard is talking…How dare he talk about him…he's gone…

He's gone and it's all his fault! I'll never forgive him!

I'm going to destroy him

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