316Well everybody. This is it. A little over 6 months of hard work, dedication, research and inspirations have all come down to this final chapter of this Fanfic. I want to take the time right now to tell everyone how thankful I am for the reviews, the favriotes and the alerts everyone put onto this story. To tell you guys the truth, I was a little nerve-wreched as to if I were going to get this done or now, but I managed to pull threw and it's amazing! I wanna; thank MadamRedRose For helpful information, and I also wanna' thank Kylelover101 for the inspiring innovations!
Thank you all.
Although some of you aren't pleased with Naruto's death, I will say this, neither was I. It was slightly sad writing this story because I knew he was going to die. But When reading this chapter, I hope you all coupe and come to terms with the hero of our story.
Please enjoy this final chapter :)
-The Un-Wanted Angel.
Chapter 20
The Things I Died For
Kushina sobbed loudly as Minato held her tightly, sobbing as well. Their little boy was gone. They didn't even get to say goodbye. A nurse helped the two off the floor, but Kushina seemed to be in a state where she couldn't comprehend anything, so it took a wheelchair to make her stay off the floor.
She felt horrible. She out-lived her baby.
Kushina was in no mindset to see her dead child, but Minato followed the nurse to the morgue. There on a little gurny was Naruto. Pale, lifeless and sick. Minato felt the cold, tiny hand. And his heart pulled at his chest. There laied his son, all stiff and still.
There was nothing he could do about it either.
Kushina still wasn't out of her "mourning" and she spent most of her time in Naruto's room attached to her and Minato's. She'd lay on his bed, clutching his favriote things and bawl. Her eyes would be irritated and red but the tears wouldn't stop.
Minato was the one to break the tragic news to Kyuubi and Jiraiya. While Jiraiya sat still in the chair, Kyuubi stood up.
"You're a liar! A fucking liar!" He screamed, bolting out the door. Somehow he had made it to the hospital without Minato chasing after him with the car and once he appreared in the parking lot and the blonde caught up with him, Kyuubi turned, tears in his eyes.
"He's gone. . .isn't he?" He asked.
A slow nod for a reply, and that's all it took for the seventeen-year-old to break down.
That following night Minato made a call to Iruka, asking him polietly to inform Naruto's class about the inconvienent situation. He had no time for tears at this time, he couldn't cry. Not with all of this that was happening. He simply couldn't cry and that angered him. He had to be strong for his wife who was too upset to eat, sleep or bathe herself. He had to be strong for his son who cried himself to sleep.
He had to be tough.
And the following week, Naruto's funeral was to be held at home. Everyone came in black, Kyuubi went as far as dying his hair the dreaded color.
The Uchiha family drove out to pay their respects to the Uzumaki-Namikate family.
"Minato." Fugaku gave a respected smile, shaking the man's hand. "How are you?"
"Been better." The father replied.
"We're so sorry to hear what happened, Naruto was such a good boy." Mikoto gave a sweet smile, "Where is Kushina?"
Minato turned, nodding his head to his wife sitting in the front pew. Today was horrible, Tsunade had to come and dress her, it was so bad. Mikoto excuse herself to sit next to her long-timed friend and comfort her. Itcahi and Sasuke strolled over to Kyuubi as the boy leaned up against the wall, with his hands in his pockets.
"Kyuubi-kun. Hello" Itachi spoke first. "You look different."
Kyuubi didn't respond. His brother was dead, he felt no need to speak anymore.
"He's not in pain, Kyuubi." Itachi spoke.
That was the last of their conversation.
An hour later, many of Naruto's classmates showed up, the last one to arrive was Sakura. She had tried to avoid the crowds at first, but she held her head up high, ignoring the glares of the children she passed and waltzed up to Naruto's grave where she loudly cried, begging for his forgiveness of her past actions.
Hinata shed many tears that day. She looked at the stiff boy, wondering how someone that young could live a harsh life.
"But, you didn't. Did you?" She asked, as if expecting a responce. "You had your friends and family."
Sasuke stood behind Hinata, forcing a smile at her.
"He had us, Hinata. I'm sure he was more than happy to be with you."
Hinata blushed.
"T-thank you, Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke himself turned to Naruto's coffin. He faught tears, knowing there was nothing he could do now, but wait until judgement day, where he could be reuinited with his best friend. Still, he managed to smile at the dead child.
"I'll make your proud, Naruto." Sasuke smiled. "I will. . ."
The snow melted that day, and it became warm.
Naruto's POV
It's really weird being Dead. No wait, I can't even call it that. I guess it's better to call it "at bay". I feel no pain, no suffering, nothing. It's as if my life was nothing but a memory that I've lived and now I'm waiting for somthing to happen.
"Open your eyes."
That comforting, familiure-yet-strange, voice comes back to tell me. I do as I'm told and I see my family, my friends I see myself down there as well. It's not that scary too. I see my mother crying as Sasuke's mother holds her and although my father tries to be strong, I can sence how he too, wants to cry. I don't want to call out to them. It feels like it's none of my business to call out to any of them.
I see Sasuke, Hinata, Iruka and Kakashi-sensei.
I feel almost happy seeing everyone. Yet, they're so sad at my funeral. I can understand why, but then again, I'm confused. Arent' they happy seeing me with no pain?
Mother. . .
Father. . .
Kyuubi. . .
. . .Sasuke.
I know you are sad and hurat and are dealing with it in your own ways. It's perfectly fine to cry, I learned that while living. Father, I see light. Mother, I see Angels. Kyuubi, I feel warmth. Sasuke, I'm leaving you my friendship, hold and carry it in your heart. It's so strange to die. It's like leaving, with know you won't come back to visit. Dying is leaving your comfort-zone for somthing great. Please be happy while I walk these stairs to the voices call for me. While I feel the blankets wrap around me and the warmth of unconditional love holding me.
We live for the moments and look on the memories inwhich he have lived for. Father, I lived for you. Mother I loved for you and Kyuubi, I strived for you.
"Mother, Father. . ."
I can breathe again.
"We live for the moments and look on the memories inwhich he have lived for"
-Grandfather. 1920-2010
I miss you
-Angel.
Well everybody. This is it. A little over 6 months of hard work, dedication, research and inspirations have all come down to this final chapter of this Fanfic. I want to take the time right now to tell everyone how thankful I am for the reviews, the favriotes and the alerts everyone put onto this story. To tell you guys the truth, I was a little nerve-wreched as to if I were going to get this done or now, but I managed to pull threw and it's amazing! I wanna; thank MadamRedRose For helpful information, and I also wanna' thank Kylelover101 for the inspiring innovations!
Thank you all.
Everyone, that was the final chapter of A Parent's Worst Dream. I want to thank all of my reviewers, those who took time to read, alert and favriote this story, and most of all: My Readers. Thank you all of you for putting up with my grammer, misspellings, lack-of-updates and everything else under the sun. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart thank you, THANK YOU!
-The Un-Wanted Angel.