For: @EmmyT28, @Shadow122894, @Menako44

Blood, smearing thick over each orifice, sliding to a tempo unwanted and unknown over the skin; grotesque in sight worse in proximity. He knew well enough not to look forward as fogged irises stared unblinking unto his own, not a gleam of light to refract upon them, as if in a morbid display of death. Yet, he was; sitting immobile within a murked, smarmy water, his hands wet pressed stilled upon the concrete below, his feet too did not move as he shivered against himself for the sight. He gave no attempt to move, simply sat in fear, alone, wet, surrounded in darkness, and cold.

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He stands by, reclining rather at ease against the rain darkened wood of the wall, to anyone with a close gaze, however, one could see with plain perception that his breathing is heavy and his arms are taut against his figure. It is hidden well, for what he desires to be a; gentle toned kimono, his clothes conceal most of his tensed posture, while the curtain of his gold spun hair lures the eyes away from his slightly narrowed eyes, the frown scorning his visage unnaturally. Legs are crossed over each other and the posture is common for the many whom cast their stare his way, namely; it is undignified. There are many among the crowd with dour expressions settled firm, stuck to their faces without an easy corrosive to melt down the burning ire they permanently harbour. Watching them is a casual observance, in wait for one tall figure, one whom would, upon seeing the blond reclining, immediately change his course his way.

A head of blond hair falls to the wall behind with a quiet bang against the wood, ignoring the damp feeling. Sigh escaping, as he rises away from the wall in acknowledgement that such a thing would never occur once more- as his figure straightened it did not fall forward in a gross display- common vision of modernized society with coloured tanned hands, fingers, palms, wrists, shoved into slagging orange pockets, completely overwhelmed by the fabric, as his back slouches over himself and his head bents low to stare at the ground. Yet, he makes a forceful shove unto himself mentally straining to dismiss the urging want to ignore all of whom he had grown into- simply for the sake of falling down into a grotesque pool self-pity. Then with a step forward, he flinched as the very gravel beneath his foot- sounds as a taunting auto-hallucination, managing to echo in his ears as both fake and wrong. Then, with his own ignorance made complacentcy- a now placified remembrance, it began, and even with his glazed- blurred over gaze, the obvious sight of jarring sneers in his corneas stung at his memories, as he walked; those whom glared stepped a margin backwards away from his newfound presence with such an obvious disgust, blue eyes closed at the understanding of their familiar detest. Burning rampant through a post-pregnancy softened chest, head rushing through memories of acceptance, warm greetings, and the feeling of small hands gently touching at his jaw alongside muscular arms wrapped around his torso.

His side, cold, missing the presence of a towering figure walking silent beside himself with crossed arms and disinterested express. The absence made the small body tense near entirely. However, with his own forced illusion in ignoring all those surrounding, his vision hardly caught sight of a casual paced, commonly statured man walking, direct, to his own slow-paced figure. Soft lips dried from days of fasting and dehydration pulled up at the sight, lids dropped over cerulean irises to glare at the sight at the man so easily walking towards himself; so confident with an eye stollen from those who properly heralded it, covered with a slim piece of blackened fabric baring the sigil of a village which- in his mind was incorrect as it was. Gaining anger was the simple posture the man held, so casually unbothered, and the head adorned with soft, spiked, insulting, silver hair. Still, even while scowling, the blond stood in wait for the man to reach him, fist clenched and obvious at his side, not an attempt made to hide it, because the sting of blunt nails digging deep into his scarred palms trickling blood out; that was the only feeling which was halting himself from brazenly attacking in a fit of deep dug hatred.

Uchiha Naru was a matriarch, possessing, and exemplifying restraint and confidence as necessary for the reputation and image of his patriarch. The repeating, drawing words rested- integrated thoughts, firm into his mind, even if in staring at a man he now found himself seeing only as an enemy. Controlled and contradicting against all forward instincts making a slimmed leg twitch in want of action, forcing a narrowed gaze snap away in feigned attempt to merely ignore the sight of the man approaching. Remembrance hung high over swarming golden hair falling loose around thinned cheeks.

"Yo Naruto, you've been back now for a month or two, so Tsunade-sama thinks a mission would be only appropriate." If pretending the man so casually keeping pace beside him was not a member of a nemesis clan could dampen a slowly rising hatred, it had a menial- inconsequential effect. Though he still managed to keep a proper, antiqued posture, his head was bent to the blurred ground, watching intensely the pebbles shift at each step he took and listening to the crunch beneath in vague hope they would begin to sound right unto his ears. It was near silent, but the very fact it escaped scowling lips was impressive unto himself:

"No." It was all the blond could force through his throat as it had clogged shut long ago. With the path he walked turning into a crossroad he switched his direction unto the correct way for his goal, the muttering around him from faces he could no longer recognize was loud- regardless they faded into the blackened abyss, coiled into each other, therein merging as they were all the same in intent, in tone.

"Naruto?" There was no sigh to pacify his mood, no calming breath made to ease his anger, and no sweeping head of straight blond hair turning to look at the quiet voice behind in appropriate attention as he continued to walk forward.

"Leave me alone, Hatake." So soft-spoken it could hardly be heard unto his own ears, but no care was made towards the fact.

Thin legs dragged in each step as eventually, the breeze did not blow as loud, and the sounds of continual voices disappeared with the greenery surrounding, causing a pacification. The echo of hard fell water loud instead, and welcomed, as he approached the sights of towering- marginally correct statues proud and tall opposing each other in conflictual stances. Shaking knees dropped hard upon the rocky riverside, scraping and damaging. Heaving breaths billowing into the air in hyperventilation that could barely manage to enact and maintain the title. Salt and water intermingling in wetted eyes and falling down in streams down a scarred face without a proper care made, no expression adorning the paling visage as it stared fixated on one statue.

"I miss you." Came the whispered words so fragile against the wind.