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Lies I Told Myself

Key

S.S: Sick Shit (not suitable for the weak-minded or squeamish)

thinking

"talking"

thoughts progressing into speech"

'substitute for italics'

/telepathy/

:scene change: (more for my reference than anything else)

POV (if unspecified, it's automatically Naruto)

Summary: I was a cold, callous individual. I was sarcastic and witty, not a pleasant person to be around. I cut you down with biting words every chance I got and smiled so frighteningly that I made children cry. I was, simply put, an asshole. I never cared what you thought of me. And one day I got bored, so very bored, so I decided to snap.

A/N: Alright mates, here's another story I shouldn't be writing but I'm doing it anyway to break up monotony and try a new style without messing up the decentness of my other stories. Naruto's very polite in this fic, he's not hyperactive or anything. He may seem a bit sadistic later on, this is normal. And yes, the prologue is very short, I am aware. The next chapter will be posted quickly. Hopefully sometime today.

Prologue

:Unknown:

Day Ninety-Three, Month Four, Year Nine

I only eat as a necessity, not a pleasure. Food is far too scarce here for such luxuries. Actually, now that I think of it, I don't know how long I've been here, in this putrid wasteland without human contact. Somewhere in the vicinity of four to five years starting tommorrow I believe. Who knows?

Oh well, it doesn't matter really. The majority of humans I knew did nothing worthwhile for me while they were alive. My female teammate was always on my back about something or another, always fawning over my male teammate and never trying to better herself until it was too late. My male teammate never grew out of his dickheadedness, even after I had succeeded our captain and become his superior.

No respect, he still had the nerve to look upon me, the man who was so obviously his better, like I was a common household pest. My teacher was no better, lazy pervert that he was, but alas, I disgress. The past can be dwelled on as I tell you exactly how I came to be in this godforsaken hellhole. It all started when I was a baby...