Naruto X Reader Oneshots

7) Kakashi's Message for You

Hi everyone, it's Fanfunctional. It's imperative that you read this before reading the story. I won't take long.

It is just past 2:00am that I'm writing this, I've been writing for 3 hours now. Tonight, I was thinking about suicide. I've spent many years depressed with no one to help me. I still feel that way. But writing makes a difference and believe it or not, so do you guys. I want to be an actor, animator, writer... anything I want to be, I'm constantly told I can't be by the people I love. I found out my family was going to restrict me from going to the universities I want for the arts programs I want, and it was my one chance to get away. I really do live in an emotionally abusive atmosphere and after finding out my last chance to be myself was getting taken away, I didn't see what I had to live for. I didn't see how I could be happy if I couldn't be myself. And even now, I still don't. I don't know what to do. But I'm trying to be strong and all of you need to do the same, for yourselves.

Suicide is real and you never know what someone is going through. This oneshot involves conflict, grief, and suicide. It is NOT romantic but meant to remind you to keep fighting. I was going to write the next oneshot (I don't usually write every day) but I needed to write this for myself.

Somehow, writing this made me feel less alone. Maybe reading it will make you feel less alone too.

~Never stop fighting, Fanfunctional ♡

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Imagine being lucky enough to live among some of the best ninjas in the world. Imagine being a part of one of the best clans. Having the opportunity to learn from the best, to be the best. To be a shinobi.

And imagine it all going to waste.

The sun had just risen when you rose with a start. Training. And missions. And chunin exams. AH.

You tied your leaf headband around your arm. You didn't want your parents to see it on your way out. Hopefully, they were asleep. But with your luck- they weren't.

"Where are you going, y/n?" Your mother asked without looking up. You stopped in your tracks half way out the door.

"I was just... going to get some groceries from the market." You replied softly.

Your mother looked up from the scroll she was writing on and turned, not to face you, but to face the counter next to the pantry. A bag of groceries sat there.

"I didn't know you already went." You said crestfallen.

"Your father picked them up this morning." Your mother said, going back to her work. A silence ensued.

"You know," she began, gesturing for you to walk in, "You should be a little more grateful. Here your father picks up the goods early in the morning so you can sleep in, only for you to wake up early so you can sneak out to fight people."

"I wasn't sneaking out to fight anyone." You reply.

"Isn't that what ninjas do?" She said. The way she said ninjas, she might as well have been talking about the akatsuki.

"No mom," You said, trying to supress your frustration. "Can't you just- just try, to be a little more understanding?"

Your mom rose from her chair, and faced you coldly.

"You should be contributing to this family. What do you contribute? You run around all day practicing stupid attacks that won't put bread on the table at the end of the day." She spat.

"Mom.." You said. "You know, I need to train. The chunin exams are next week. They're important to me."

"Here you go again, with these exams..."