Before you start reading, please know these few things:
1. You may not copy any of my work for that is plagiarism. The only time I will allow you is if you make a translation, but you have to ask first and give me full credit on making the story.
2. If I offend anyone, I'm sorry. I would never try to do that.
3. My writing isn't that great, so please bare with the many repeated words (ex. look, put, turn).
3. This story contains depression, sexual content, abuse, suicidal thoughts, self-injury, and attempted suicide. If you do not like any of those things, then I suggest you don't read.
Other than that, enjoy!
I can't take this anymore. I want it all to end. I've wasted half of my life, my love on someone who doesn't even love me back the same way. Everything I've ever done was for him, but he chose her instead.
Standing on the edge of the Hokage mountain, my feet on my uncle's nose (the second Hokage), I took in a deep breath. I was ready for all this mental torture to end. I inched my feet closer to the end, only half of my feet on the earth.
"I'm sorry, Minato," I whispered to myself. Taking in one last deep breath, I pushed myself forward.
Eight Years Ago
It was my first day at the Ninja Academy. Of course, I was scared. Who wouldn't be? But, gathering up all my courage, I walked through the front doors of the building. I searched through all the heads to see if there was anyone that I knew, but unfortunately, I didn't.
Soon, I found a boy who seemed lost himself. Hey, we can be lost together, right? I walked up behind him, tapping lightly on his shoulder. He jumped and turned around to face me. With a nervous expression, he started to say something, but no words seemed to come out.
"Hi, I'm Hayate Satoh. I'm new here. Would you happen to have any idea where the new kids go?" I asked, trying to sound as sweet and friendly as possible. He seemed to gradually relax to my calming presence.
"I'm Minato Namikaze, and I'm lost myself," the blonde boy replied.
"You two lost?" I heard a low-pitched, male voice from behind me. I turned around to see a tall man whom seemed to be around 175 centimeters, towering over my 152 centimeter little body.
"Y-Yes, sir," I responded, now scared as how I was before I showed up.
"Don't work, Hayate. This guy is my cousin's friend, Iwaizumi. Hey, Iwa-sensei," Minato waved at the big man cheerfully. The muscles in my body relaxed, knowing that this guy is our sensei.
"Hey, Minato. Let me show you guys to your classroom."
Minato and I followed Iwaizumi-sensei to our classroom where at least twenty other students were. While Minato was busy chatting with the sensei, I slowly made my way to an empty seat. But the moment I was about to sit down, some girl took it, causing me to fall to the floor.
"Beat it. Or are you too weak to even move?" The girl who took my spot challenged. I stood to my feet, but didn't move; I held my fists close to my sides, getting ready to fight her and her friends.
"Looks like she wants to fight you, Oka," one of her guy friends told her. The girl jumped off of her chair and took three steps towards me.
"Punch me, I dare you," she smirked. I was about to do so, until a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me away. With a choleric expression still on my face, I turned to look at whoever stopped me. Once I met his face, his eyes widened and he backed away slowly.
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