Chapter 20: if looks can kill

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If looks can kill, all my enemies would be dead. Looks like I...

TW: this whole chapter talks about suicide and attempts of suicide.
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I took a walk to the forest. It was raining. Pouring. I felt numb. I didn't know what to think. Was Sasuke lying? If so, what was that look of determination? But if he's telling the truth, how do you explain the video.

I shook my head and ran to the hideout. I soon stopped at my tracks when I saw my hideout torn, there were holes in the tent. Not any holes, they looked like bullet holes, I should know, my- no- Minato used to hunt. I walked closer inside hoping that Kurama was there.

I looked around. No. No. No no no. "Kurama!" I yelled hoping he was near by. Nothings I called for his name some more, no answer. I looked at the ground. I could see some of his paw prints, but it was hard to see because rain was pouring in and the lighting wasn't great. It seemed like he was running. I looked around some more. I found some shoe prints that were not mine. I gasped as tears fell. I followed the footprints- tried to- I exited the tent and found myself deeper in the forest. I stopped when I saw blood on a rock. "Kurama!" I yelled as I fell to my knees. I sobbed. "Why! Why is my life shit! You could've token Gaara away! Hell you could've killed me! Kurama did nothing wrong!" I yelled at the sky.

"Is this what I get for killing you mom?! Grandpa! Mikato! Fugaku?! Huh? Answer me? Is this what I get for killing many?! Fuck!" I yelled. I sobbed some more. I soon got up and headed towards the tent, the rain had eased down.

I lifted up the old mattress to find a small bag of blades. I smiled and grabbed them. I sat on the mattress and rolled up my sleeve. 'I've been clean for so long. I'm sorry. I deserve pain. I see that now. I don't deserve to live. I need to die. Yes. Die.' I thought as I watched blood trickle down my arm.
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I walked back to the house, on the driveway I saw Deidaras car. I smiled. "How fun. My siblings are here."

I walked in the living room watching the two blondes and a raven head pacing around the room. "Naruto! We were so worried." Ino said as she hugged me. I smiled and gave her a one handed hug.

"I'm sorry." My voice crocked. "We called and called but you didn't answer." Deidara said as he gave me a worried look. "I was in the forest. No signal there." I said with a weak smile. "Is something wrong?" Itachi asked. I didn't answer. "Where's Sasuke? I didn't see his car." I asked. "Oh he text me that he was looking for some proof." Itachi answered. I nodded. "So I'm guessing you guys know?" I asked everyone nodded.

"I don't  think Sasuke cheated. He loves you so much." I o commented as she let go of my soaking wet orange jacket. "Yeah. Sasuke loves you a whole lot. Did you see the way he looks at you?" Deidara asked. I shook my head. "He looks at you like you're the world itself! Like your his Mother Nature to his world! You bring light and life to him." Ino said squealed as she squeezed my arm. The damaged arm. I suppress the wince, luckily no one heard. They were fooled.

24 hours. That's all I need. "Well imma go shower. If Sasuke comes back, tell him to meet me." I smiled.

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I took a quick shower and cleaned up my wounds. I miss Sasuke. I don't care if he cheated on me or not. I just miss him. I need to tell him I'm sorry. I need to say my goodbyes. I should write note. But what would I say?

I was knocked out of my thoughts when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in." I said. I knew it was Sasuke.

"N-Naruto? Um I found some proof." He gave me a weak smile. I gave him a smile. I sat on the edge on my bed and patted the spot right next to me. He quickly sat. I looked at him. "You didn't need to show me. I believe you." I smiled and hesitantly raised my hand to his check. "Can I.. kiss you? I missed you so much. I'm sorry I didn't  believe you. You have a stupid lover." I said. He nodded. "It's fine. If I were on your shoes o would've acted way worse." He moved closed to me. Our lips danced as we kissed.

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