The Giver

◎Chapter 1◎The Letter I present as a farewell

Naruto draged his feet to his apartment. Once he came in he put down the drugs he ordered at the kitchen counter. He didn't feel so well. He has a hard time breathing, like someone was grasping his internal organs hard. His body was feeling numb and tired. Feeling irritated of his current situation, he did what some doctor prescribed him to do.

After that he searched his apartment for a pen and some paper. And when he did he sat down on the desk near his apartment window. He looked down and saw some children playing and laughing. He also saw some genin pulling one of their team mates to the training ground. He saw a group of women with baskets of good, probably going to their respective homes.

He contemplated for a while and started to think. He thought and thought about the whole situation he dragged himself into, however he could only think of one possible solution.

He had to do this. He was left with no other choice. He didin't want to disrupt the peaceful environment the world. So he took the pen and paper he saw and started to write.

"To whom it may concern,

I am the giver. I always give everything to everyone. But what do I recieve in return?

Nothing.....

I already sacrificed a lot the day I was born. I lost my parents who saved the village, and I can't do anything about it.

I learned to do everything on my own. Even how to walk, as Kurama stated I did. I fended for myself. Everytime I got into trouble I would always be the one who gets out of it eventually. I am helping the bullied because I know how that feels. But why doesn't anyone stand up for me, even once.

I trained and trained so that I would be strong, so that I could be a good ninja. A ninja who protects. I put my life on the line for every mission I do, especially if I wish to protect my comrades. But why does no one bend their neck to help me if I am in need? Is it because of fear? Is it because they can't do anything to help, or does not want to? Or maybe they are not willing to help and are just forced to help because it's necessary?

It hurts to think of it. Why can't I do what I want to do. Why do they come back at me if I do something they do not want me to? Why do they bonk me on the head for instance? I know I deserve it, but why does it hurt so much?

The only people I considered family was Ero-sennin, Baa-san and Jiji.

Jiji is the reason why I managed to live through my childhood. Despite my frequent beatings when I was very young.

Baa-san might be a drunkard, but she stood as my mother when no one else could. But don't enter the Hokage's office if she slept in, you really don't want to see her. Sure she flicked my head and sent me flying across the office, staight to the wall, she is a good person with a big heart. Please take care of her when I'm gone. Don't make her angry, mostly.

Ero-sennin might be a big pervert and all, but he was just the father I always wanted, like dad lives in my Godfather. And to top it all, he taught me many useful things I use in life. I hope to see him soon whether in heaven or hell.

The day my master died, I was left heartbroken. I lost the one person I called family, and once again I can't do anything about it.

I always end up being the loser. I put up a mask so no one can truly see what I feel otlr what I can really do. They shout at me and call me 'worthless' 'demon' 'useless' 'dead-last' 'baka' any name that can hurt you, name it, I tell you your not the only one called that. I know I'm a worthless idiot who always lets his emotions out before he even knows what he's doing. I've worked my way up the ranks, and now this idiot is one of the stongest. But I still feel sullen. My body is going numb sometimes, I can't stand it. I'm hurting from the inside and out. I've been praying to all the deities I know. But even the Gods wouldn't help me, the demon brat.

I just wanted to be myself and the way that I should be. But it's just too hard for me.

Through all the pain and hardships I have been through, it seems that I can't grasp victory.

I've had many nightmares before, and no one was there to stop me from crying. I composed myself and say that, 'it was just a dream' . But I can just think wishfully that my whole life is just some twisted dream. But it's not.

By the way, I've liked this girl for some time. But she is from a noble clan that stands upright in this village. I am not stupid enough to think we can be together. Yes I know she likes me. I knew that since we were kids. I never answered her confession because I know that we are not ment for each other. She is rich, i am poor. She has a noble clan, mines extinct and i'm lonely. She is kind, beautiful, talented, strong, brave and the best lady you could ever know about. I'm not good enough for her. She needs to be with someone who will treat her like a princess. So I pray that she will go to someone who deserves her love. Yes I fell in love with Hyuuga Hinata.

I'm sorry to all the people I considerd friends. Though I don't know if you do think of me as one, I am still greatful. Thank you for all the shreds hapiness I felt with you guys. For all the silly antics, for all the battles we've been through, for all those comforting bowls of ramen, Thank you.

Please do not cry at my death. I know I'm not worth your tears.

But please understand me.

I can't take it anymore.

Goodbye.

Sincerely yours,

Uzumaki Naruto

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I DO NOT OWN ANY NARUTO CHARACTERS. MR.MISASHI KISHIMOTO DOES.