When it Rains (SasuNaru)

Chapter One

Naruto's Point of view

The shrill of the alarm jars me from another nightmare. I wake up and throw a kunai that I keep under my pill at it. I groan when I realize I broke it. "Damn" I mutter. Now I will have to buy another one. I sit up and stare off into space. Trying not to think about my dream. It had been a normal dream at first. I was eating ramen at Ichirakus when all of a sudden I was being hit with shuriken and kunai. It was all of the my friends minus Sasuke. He was not there. In his place was our newest team member, Sai. He is an odd guy. More emotionless than Sauske. If that is even possible. In the dream, they all had red eyes and were calling me names and telling me I deserved to die. If only they knew that I also wished the same thing. I sigh and look at the clock on the wall.

"Shit" I mutter. I am late. I should probably hurry. My false face is never late, always on time with perfect punctuality. But today I cannot bring myself to care. The dream disturbed me more than I would like to admit. Even though they are not exactly close friends with me, they are still people that I have known for years. People that had my back on missions. People that I have "laughed" with. Well my illusion did at least. But hearing them say those things to me hurt more than I would like to admit. I know it was just a dream but it felt so real. It was almost tangible. Maybe I want to be their friend. The thought has me shaking my head angrily. No, I do not need them. I do not need friends. I am alone, I will always be alone. The reminder firms my resolve as much as it kills me.

I am so distracted by my thoughts that I did not even notice that I put on clothes that did not fit who I pretend to be. I had put on a turtle neck sweater, it was a dark brown that made my eyes brighter. I had thrown on a pair of skin tight black pants. In the privacy of my own home, I never wear the orange clothes. I hate that color. So gaudy and bright, signifies everything that I am not. I want to set them on fire and watch them burn. Maybe one day I will get the chance to. A fleeting hope that sends me into fantasies of another life. 

It wasn't until a nudge from Kurama that I realized I had been staring off into space again. What is with me today? I tried clearing my thoughts. Once I had pushed past my distracted mind, I realized that my wrist stung, it took me a minute to remember that I had sunk to a low last night. I had used a kunai to cut into my skin. Even though the wound was nearly healed, the pain remained. As odd as it was, the pain cleared my head better than my own previous attempts. I could focus. I made my way out the door and headed towards the training grounds.

The weighted sensation of eyes on me had me looking up. It was just the normal glares from the villagers. My fists clenched tightly as I tried to ignore them. I hated the way they looked at me. Hate the fact that they can't look past their hatred and see me as a human being. I hate them.

"Look there's that boy. I wish he would just leave already. Can't he tell he isn't wanted."

"He makes me sick."

"If only the Hokage would get rid of him."

"He scares the children."

"What a monster."

"Demon!"

"I wish he would just die."

Their words pierced right through my heart. Wanting acceptance but knowing it will never come is never easy to hear. I could feel the burning sting of unshed tears brimming behind my eyes. I clenched my fists tighter, nearly breaking the skin. I will not cry. I will not let them get to me! I refuse to give them the satisfaction. My nails dug deeper into my skin, this time drawing blood. The smell of the tangy iron blood erased the sadness. I was suddenly angry. So volatile in my wrath. I could feel Kurama's anger as well. He has a worse temper than I do. Which is saying something. I piggybacked off of his anger, it ignited my own and I let him pull me into waves of unrelenting fury. I needed to let off some steam before I ended up self harming. Again.