Epilogue
A lonely blond trailed along a winding forest path. He held his bleeding arm as he trudged his way passed the dead and mangled bodies of his fallen comrades. His once azure eyes were a blank stormy colour. He was covered in his teacher's blood. The only thing he could hear was his own footsteps crunching through the gravel as he tried to withstand the terrible silence.
He tried to even out his ragged breathing, as it was only coming out in harsh and hasty gasps. He felt more crystal tears prick at his stormy sapphire orbs and let them fall freely. He felt freezing and callous raindrops cascade ruthlessly upon his ivory skin. He shuffled on weakly and blindly. Black spots reined his eyesight and he desperately fought to keep consciousness. He continued hobbling.
When he reached Konohagakure No Sato's gates, he fought inwardly to keep walking. The guard's at the gates seemed mildly astonished to see him in such a state and the villager's avoided him – it wasn't unusual – but they sent his cold and unforgiving stares. Thanks to his teacher, Hoshiko-sensei, he understood why they detested him so.
He was the Jinchuuriki Kyuubi's Bijuu. He was the container of an evil beast. He didn't understand why they had to let the monster inside him harsh their judgements of him. He had always wondered what his life would have been like if it weren't for Kyuubi. Hoshiko-sensei had informed him of everything that had happened that fateful night; he didn't believe the truth should have been kept from the blond: he had more of a right to know than anyone.
The blond felt more crystal tears fall steadily and thickly down his bloodied skin. He had loved Hoshiko-sensei like an elder brother. He could just picture the man popping up in front of him, laughing as loud as anything and saying how good a prank he just pulled. The blond sighed dejectedly. He knew Hoshiko-sensei wouldn't come out now. He was gone forever; just like everyone else who cared about the sapphire-eyed seven years old.
His gaze arose from the concrete floor up to the sky. The rain cascaded heavily upon the town, soaking everything vastly within what was most probably a fifty mile radius. He couldn't stop the flowing tears. He could just see Hoshiko-sensei's face; his exuberant turquoise eyes glistening with seriousness and professionalism, yet with a large hint of unruly mischief. His snowy white hair tied up in a tight ponytail on his head swishing madly. Naruto felt slight contentment rembering that he used to try and play with that ponytail. Once he had fallen off a fence and cried, but Hoshiko-sensei had held him and helped him recover.
More tears were spilt. "Hoshiko-sensei," he whispered, "You were the only person in this world who understood me. You promised that you'd never leave me alone again. Y—you lied to me…" he paused and closed his sapphire orbs, "No, you didn't. I'm so sorry, sensei. I'm just so lonely now." He alleged. He let the tiniest of smiles grace his delicate lips as tears fell solemnly.
And those were his last tears and last smile.