Narutos pov
I walked down the streets in silence. Rain pounded down on my head but I couldn't care less about that. I was too upset.
"what do you mean he's dead!"
That conversation still rang in my head.
"he can't be dead! You have to be lying granny tsunde!"
It's so much easier to yell and point the finger then it is to accept the truth. It's a sad fact of life that I can't ignore.
"why? Why did he have to die!"
I can't believe that old man's gone. The man who taught me, looked after me and raised me like the father I never had was gone within an instant.
I didn't even get to say goodbye..
I stood in the middle of the street and cried. Cried at the unfairness and cruelty of this world. Cried at the-
"naruto are you ok?"