Someone To Run To

Chapter four: Wishing never works

I haven't updated this in a while, I was wondering whether or whether not to continue it, but I've decided that I will, so here's another chapter! Its pretty short, but I've decided on doing two or three chapters at a time rather than a long one. Anyway, enjoy!

"Can I see Mr Uzamaki for a second sir?" That sweet tone held venom. The sick feeling in my stomach had gotten ten times worse. Kakashi looked up and glared. Did he know? I doubted it, but why else would Kakashi give him such a glare? He fools all the other teachers (besides Iruka, who I've told and warned him to not do anything) why not Kakashi? Sure, Kakashi is extremely smart and everything, but his behaviour is perfect, as are his grades and attitude. Kakashi just couldn't know.

"Yes, of course.." he growled in response. I starred at him. He has never lost his composure before, not to the point where he'd *growl* at someone. He must know. But it doesn't matter anyway, he isn't going to do anything, I'm still going to have to face him. It doesn't make a difference. I noticed my hands were sweaty and I was trembling as I walked over to the door. When I walked out, I could've sworn Kakashi gave me a look of pity, but this was Kakashi we're talking about, so probably not.

I quickly turned my attention back to him, as daydreaming is never good when he's there.

"So, Naruto," He started with smirking as if Christmas came early. To be fair, he didn't seem like the type of guy who really appreciated Christmas, more like the Grinch, stealing people's present's, seeing it as an opportunity to make people miserable.

"Kabuto," I responded with. I tried to keep my voice calm, composed, cool, like the typical character in movies that's able to cope with anything. Any guesses on how "calm" my voiced sounded on a scale of one to ten? To me, minus a thousand. My voice sounded broken, hoarse and as if I hadn't spoken for days. Then again, it seems like I haven't spoken for days. Maybe that's why my throat is so dry.

"I see you've survived.. how unfortunate for you." His tone was deadly and I barely noticed that I was backing away. My eyes began to fill with tears. What had I done to deserve this? I'm a freak, moster, unwanted, someone everyone wishes would die. Why? I don't understand what I did wrong.

"I-I thought you were my friend, Kabuto," I whispered, starring at the floor. I felt so dizzy, so tired, so angry, so depressed. I grabbed my hair tightly, wishing that it would somehow stop all this. But wishing never works, as a friend once told me.