NaruHina: Past (Discontinued)

15.

15 chapters + prologue .. I'm getting somewhere at least lol

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Every footstep felt like a thousand years. My lungs burned, they could feel better at another time. At least this is better than running at school. Our gym teacher, Gai, is a little in the crazy side. If we turn up to gym late, he'll make us run around the entire school four times, do 50 push-ups, 78 sit-ups, and some other crazy things!

No you ask me why am I running? Well I'm running after the blonde boy who's cake smashed on the floor. The boy who doesn't speak that much. The boy who you can barely get a reaction out of or more a speak or emotion. The boy I noticed since the beginning and desperately tried being his friend. But what does this all mean? I knew I felt something towards him, maybe friendship? I've only just met him in September and now it's October.. Other mixed feelings will have to wait. Why am I getting caught up in all of this. Why am I running after this boy? From the time of asking to be friends, to the cafe, to now... I felt a little happier in my life, the world kinda glowed around him when I looked at him.

The only thing lingering in my mind was 'find him, find him', and that's all that stayed. I was thinking he would be at the beach, with all the times I've seen him there. If he was there, I would have to find a last resort. I was  hurriedly nearing the beach. Legs were on fire every move. The tenseness carried by my headache subsided when I saw him. He was there, safe and sound.

The part of the beach he was at was my pier. I ran though the sand, not regretting the sand getting in my shoes, and quickly up the steps. He was at the other end of the pier. His legs were hanging down and his head was tested in his palms. From where I was, he looked at peace. But really, he wasn't.

I kinda just stood at the other end of the pier, just staring straight ahead. I started walking down the pier. It wasn't long, but it would take some time. Everything about him kinda keeps me moving forward. His smile, saddens, anger. The look he gave me was different from everyone else. This look was made just for me. When walking, I admired the way he looked from the back. The wind lifted his hair a bit. He occasionally ran his hands through his hair.

"Hey..." I called, as I stood behind him. He didn't answer me which I can see why. He most likely left the house to be alone. Not wanting to be bothered. I started at him a little longer, but not in a creepy way. Being a bit tired from running, I took a seat next to right. I sat close but not close enough to invade his personal bubble.

We kinda sat there for a bit, he looked off into the sea while I just played with my fingers. Deciding I've had enough of the silence, even though it was soothing, I spoke. "You a-alright?"

He kinda just continuing looking nowhere, "my chest was tightened by loneliness and despair," he spoke quietly.

"W-what do you mean?" Why loneliness and despair?

"It was a long time ago, age 9 or 10 maybe. I was a happy kid. I was the one that lifted up a gloomy mood and other things. My parents were good people, they loved each other deeply, but not as much as they loved me." He took a. Small glance at me, then returning to the view of a beautiful ocean.

"Their names were Minato and Kushina. Very lovely names if you ask me. They met in sophomore year of highschool. Kushina, my mom, was a  kind and caring person. But people would make fun of her hair or saying how she looked like a tomato." He smiled a bit at the last parts.

"Was your dad the one who would beat them up?"

"No, my mom was a short tempered person. So she would beat them up causing her to get into a lot of fights. Then there's Minato, my father, who was also very kind. He would always put others before himself. He didn't know a lot of people in the town, but he wanted to protect all of them. He had the dream of running his town actually.   He joined the track team and became known as the yellow flash around school. The yellow flash because he was pretty fast. He never lost a race. He eventually became popular, with his looks you couldn't resist. And since he was the best on the track team.." With every word he spoke, you could tell they meant a lot to him and he loved them deeply.

"One day when my mom was walking home, some guys dragged  her into an alley. One of the guys was a person she beat up, the guys brother, and two of his brothers friends. They tried to beat her up, but she fought back with all her might. That is until some guy pushed her roughly into the wall causing her to hit her head, and hard. The guys then landed some hits. My father was walking down the same street at the time. He saw the guys beating her up and dropped his stuff and went all Bruce Lee on them. Shortly afterwards he picked her up and brought her to his house where he treated her wounds. From that day on they became good friends and  started dating in senior year. Eventually they had gotten married and had me a couple years later." He looked genuinely happy telling this story.

"Every morning before school I would always turn off  my alarm clock and go back to bed. So not so long later she would form barging in, breaking my door down in the process. We'd usually have to get that door replaced." He laughed a bit but then stopped and his smile slowly turned upside down. Something bad was gonna happen.

He sighed, " one day, age 9 or 10, it was my birthday. We were in the car driving to a bakery to pick up my cake. But when on our way home, there was a drunk driver zooming by. The Person was heading right for us. I swear my life flashed before my eyes when the car hit us. After the hit, the guy hurriedly zoomed away. That day my parents both died. So I never wanted to have another birthday or birthday party ever. Last year my friends tried to but it failed. And now to this day I have a fear of riding in cars, buses, trains.. Basically any transportation." He took long breaths while telling me this, and I could see why.

A tear slipped down his face, "they were the only people I truly loved and they were taken away from me with a snap of a finger." A view more fell down his cheeks.

It was unusual to see him cry, but he had a reason for it. I scooted closer to him and embraced him tightly, I whispered some soothing words and eventually he stopped crying. He rested his head on my shoulder, "let me borrow your shoulder."

An hour past and we just sat there. I got up extended my hand, "let's head b-back. They're p-probably worried sick."

He looked up at me, and took my hand. Now we were both standing and we walked back to the house.

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I made a new story and it's a SasuSaku one! You can check it out if you want x3 but that one will have slow updates

Thanks for reading

-Amelia