Chapter 6
NARUTO POV
He couldn’t decide if he was more angry or sad. He was being treated coldly and he didn’t even know why.
He decided to get angry.
He kicked a pile of clothes on his bedroom floor, knowing that it wasn’t much damage.
He felt like a child as he violently brushed his teeth, almost ripped his pajamas just putting them on, nearly suffocated himself by pulling his nightcap too hard.
He wasn't even angry at Sasuke. He was angry at himself.
How dumb could he be to not even know what he had done wrong?
Was it something he said?
Was it the song he sang?
Was it that he had already eaten more than half of the ramen by the time Sasuke had come back to the room?
He peered out his bedroom window, a multitude of stars filling his sight. He had the sudden urge to cry, but he didn’t know why. Naruto had decided to stop crying when he was upset long ago. It was easier if he pasted on a smile, and didn’t make anyone worry.
“If I wasn't a ninja, I should've become an actor”, he said to his empty room.
He sighed as he got up from his bed, brushing nonexistent dirt off his pajamas. Tiptoeing down the stairs, he thought of his earlier conversation with Sasuke. Why had it turned so serious?
Quietly opening the fridge, he squinted, waiting for the interior lightbulb to pierce his eyes. But that pain never came. He had forgotten that the lightbulb was out. Feeling blind, he searched for the milk. After a minute, he grabbed something that felt like milk, and poured it into a foggy glass sitting on the counter. He closed his eyes and took a sip, gagging as the bitter taste filled his mouth. It had slipped his mind that his refrigerator was practically dead. Was expired, lukewarm milk better than no milk at all? The answer is, probably not.
The cold tabletop felt nice on his face as he lowered his head. He rested his chin on the surface, and blew a speck of dust. The dark kitchen made it look like a firefly that had lost its light. It had just been sitting, minding its own business, and then someone had to blow it away for no apparent reason other than them being a bother. Of course he was talking about himself, not a firefly. He suddenly lifted his head, thinking he had heard a sound, and then remembered that he lived alone. Once again, he lay his face on the table, feeling like he could fall asleep any second now. His eyes drifted closed, as a distant knocking sound entered his eardrums. He sighed loudly and headed over to the front door.
Who could it be? Was it Sasuke, coming to clear up everything from earlier. At that thought, he became eager, and almost yanked off the old doorknob as he swung it open. His face immediately fell, when he found that there was nobody at the door. Of course. Nobody ever came to see Naruto Uzumaki. Just as he was about to close the door, he spied a basket on the doormat. He curiously picked it up. Feeling cautious, he slowly peered inside. In it lay a folded piece of paper, and a warm container of what he was guessing was food. Putting the basket back on the ground, he opened the note.
There was food left over from karaoke and kakashi said we shouldn't let it go to waste.
I thought you would be the only one who would want hours of old ramen, so here it is.
Ps: Be nice to sasuke!!
sakura
He felt a wave of disappointment as he picked the basket backup and closed the door. A few weeks ago, he would have been ecstatic to receive a note from Sakura, so why did he feel so deflated?
Deciding to go to bed, he set the basket on the kitchen table and slowly treaded up the wooden stairs. As he opened his bedroom door, he suddenly felt empty. No toys or knickknacks strewn across the floor, no cups left on the dresser. Even his bed was neatly made. He didn't feel like a real kid.
As he lay down in bed he finally realized why he had felt like crying.
It was because he was truly alone.
He let out a little laugh and then sighed, putting his hands under his head. He closed his eyes, and tried to let his mind wonder. Suddenly he kicked the covers off, and laid his body atop all the blankets.
He felt feverish.
Was it always this hot in the spring?