A Strong Heart Naruto Fan Fic

Welling Tears

Suzka's P.O.V

I walk into my house, meeting Kakashi at the door. He looks up at me from his book, Chika Chika Party.
"Where have you been?", he asks grumbling.
"Training With Gaara", I reply.
"Gaara, the kid from the village hidden in the sand?", he questions.
"Ya, he said he knew me in the past, I kinda feel bad about not remembering him", I sit down beside Kakashi.
"Who found me?", I ask sighing.
"..."
"Please Tell Me So I Can Thank Them!", I beg and plead.
He sets down his book, looking up. "I did", he swallows hard.
Bewildered I ask in shock,"Did you find anything else when you found me?"
"Yes." He stands up walking into his room for a few minutes before coming out with a headband. He stands in front of me holding his hand out. I hold my hand out and he places a headband into my palm. It's symbol scratched out by three huge indents. "I found this when I found you, I saved your life that's for sure", he sits down beside me again. I try to figure out what the symbol is, it's just the metal is so scratched I don't know where I am from. "Thanks Kakashi, I love you for this!", I hug him squeezing my headband in hand. I can't tell if he is smiling or not, he just continues reading his book. I tie my broken headband around my neck, symbolizing I'm also from another village, I just need to figure out more about my past.

"I'm going to hang out with Naruto", I say sweetly skipping out the door. Tomorrow I will research, today I'm going to have fun. I rush towards Naruto's house. Knocking on the door I wait, and wait and wait. But no reply so I skip to Susuke's house.

Standing in front of his door I knock on the door. The door flies open and he walks out angrily. "Want Something?", he growls obviously in a bad mood. "Wanna hang out?", I ask with a smile on my face,
He groans slamming the door in my face. Furrowing my eye brows I kick open the door stomping in. He glares at me and lightning bolts fly, "YOU CANT JUST WALK IN LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE!" He flips out on me, I raise my hand to slap him in the face. He grabs my wrist stopping me in mid air. "JUST BECAUSE YOUR A STUCK UP CUNT DOESNT MEAN YOU CAN RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE", I yell ripping my hand away. If anyone should be mad I should be me. Even though he rejected my personal feelings I still end up waltzing back to him. Ready to send a punch towards him, I turn away in a huff. Yes he is being stubborn and stuck up but I would rather not rille him up more. I grab the handle slamming the door shut. As I start to walk away the door opens again and he runs out after me. I feel my hands tremble, why couldn't he just stay inside! "Hey I'm Not Done Yet!", he grabs my wrist a second time. Angry and in raged I turn around sending my fist plumagging towards his face. He catches my fist, only cm away from his face. His hand keeps a steel grip over my fist. I quickly try to pry myself away. I yell in angry even as I swing at him. After minutes of trying to get away I feel defeat run through my veins. Tiny tears threatened to spill as they brimmed my eye lashes. "Please just, let me go...", I whisper to him looking in the opposite direction. My body trembling I break out in tears. The second his grip loosens I run away, tears spilling from my eyes. Deep down in my heart I wished he would call out for me.

I wish..