The Espeon and Umbreon (Adopted)

The Incident

It was a delightful starry night. The moon shining down on the tall tan apartment complex. Water was running in the apartment labeled 264. A blonde teen, about sixteen or seventeen, stood in front of the kitchen sink washing the dishes as his little friend, Espeon, talked to him. He nodded and laughed with the Pokemon. He picked the Pokemon up and headed over to the couch and had the Pokemon return to its pokeball. He then went upstairs and walked into a room with a label on the door. 'Naruto's Room'. A door right across from his room had a label on it as well. 'Mom and Dad's Room'.

Naruto sat on his bed covered in the lapis sheets and peach colored blankets. He knew the room was empty. It has been empty ever since the day of the crash. Naruto had a scar on his side that showed he was a part of the crash. The crash was the most devestating moment of his life at his age then. He was only seven. He grew up alone and lived off of the fortune his parents told him nothing of. He just lived a simple life as he had always done.

He had been alone. At school he got bullied because he had no parents and no relatives. No friends to help him. Until Sasuke showed up in Konoha City for fourth grade. He found a group of kids in a circle. He went up to them and saw the only person he saw alone at lunch and the only one who talked to him.

Naruto walked over to the bathroom door holding a pair of pajamas and took a shower, brushed his teeth and then headed to bed. And never woke up.

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Sasuke went over to Naruto's place the next morning and realized the door was unlocked. He went inside and called for Naruto. When he didn't get a reply he began to worry. He ran up the stairs to Naruto's room. He opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw Naruto's bed covered in blood. He ran over to his bedside and checked to see if he was alive. Naruto's body was cold. He pulled out his cell phone and called 911.

Sasuke didn't go to school that day. He went home and didn't leave his room.

He had tears running down his face.

He grabbed a pocketknife from his desk.

" We'll meet again soon, my love. "

He then slit his throat and fell to the ground.