When Life Gives You Lemons

A/N:

Hello again... now we can actually begin the story. To start with, I love Shakespear and all his work. So I'm using some of my favorite quotes from his plays as inspiration.

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Chapter Two:

Let's Start Out New


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"Nothing in his life became of him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle."

A quote from "Macbeth": William Shakespear


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He knew it had to be a dream, his body was floating and his mind felt light. Looking around his surrounding, he realized he was back in his old neighborhood. He was standing on the front lawn and there he saw the faint remains of his mother's blood on the fresh grass. Some of it created a gory silhouette, her arm and leg outlined. The rest just seem to spread where ever, just like liquid suppose to do. Naruto didn't move, his eyes left the spot and continuing taking inventory of his realistic dream. Everything was the same, from the houses lined up and time he killed his mother. He looked up into the sky, noticing gray clouds moving along and the moon bright like that same night four years ago. So this was some type of enactment from the past, he thought as his eyes lowered back down and paused on a person who appeared out of no where.

Naruto didn't say anything as his eyes slightly widen, recognizing the person before him. It was his mother, he could tell by the way her blond hair that flowed behind her and her sickly sapphire eyes. To him, even if this was a dream, she was still beautiful. His mother smiled warmly at him, she took her first step. From where he stood, she looked as if she was gliding, weightless to the world of gravity in his mind. Her body stopped right in front of him, she stared so lovingly at him. Pale hand reached up and caressed his tannish cheek. She was the first one to speak, her voice mellifluous.
"My precious Naru...you have grown so much, becoming more like your father every time I see you." she whispered, her lips curled into a motherly smile observing the handsome features of him.

Naruto didn't say anything, but moved into his mother's touch. Deep in his heart, he missed her so much even if he was the one to take away that chance of maternal guidance. Absentmindedly, his hand covered hers. He held it tightly, feeling how light it was within his sensitive touch. "I'm so sorry...I knew all this time that you were sick, I should have just ran away." Naruto voice cracked slightly, becoming emotional by the moment. However, he wouldn't cry, he was done crying.

She only smiled more, her head shook in disagreement as blond locks moved along. She was happy, she didn't want him to continue living in sin. "If it wasn't you who had killed me...I would have killed myself. I couldn't live a lie anymore, I hated being the way I was. I hated being a wife, a mother, it was all a hassle..."

Right when she told him that, his dream instantly took a dramatic change. This time, he was standing in the middle of a circle, outside its white ring stood people. All of them held hatred within their eyes as they pointed at him. Torches blazed brightly in their hands, flames danced along his naked skin. He felt himself beginning to panic, but he couldn't run away to escape the humiliation. All he could hear was the inhumane chants coming from them. The faces he recognized as neighbors and old friends taunting him. Bringing back false words and pure hatred as they shouted at random times.

"Demon!"

"Murderer!"

"Burn in hell for all eternity!"

"I hope god punish you, impure bastard!"

And more came along. as his hands came quickly to his ears. Trying to drown out the words, his eyes landed on his mother's form once more. Her sickly eyes turned psychotic as she walked towards the circle. She also held a torch, only this time she threw the torch at him. As it landed on him, burning his skin and then drop on the ground, he heard his mother laughing hysterically. She stood there as the circle of people disappeared behind her, pointing at him pathetically. Without realizing, the ground was set ablazed, flames enclosed around him as his flesh started to cook. Physically, he could feel the melting as it horrid smell reached his nose, but mentally he couldn't keep his eyes off his mother. She spread her arms out, her head went back as she twirled around in a fast circle. Once more, he heard her voice before the smoke entered his view, making her vanish within. Words that will hurt, even if it was only a dream...

"Die...burn in hell for all eternity like you should, demon! I hate you, I hate you...I..."

Hate...

Hate...


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Naruto POV

Hate...

Hate...

I hate you Naruto...I always had!

I knew in my head as I remained asleep that it was a dream, but sometimes those dreams could hurt physically. Even if it was true, my deceased mother's words will always remain embedded in my fatal mind. Her words of I hate you ringed in my ears before my alarm clock could reach them. So with a start, I woke up instantly, my body bolted upright. The usual panting followed after having a dream like mines as sweat rolled down my forehead. My hands clenched my soaked black sheets in a deadly vice grip as I looked around my surrounds. Gray walls greeted me in all four directions, reminding me that it was all in the past. That those people from your old neighborhood doesn't live near you anymore. You left them, packed up and moved out further to a nice town called Konoha.

In this town, no one is aware of my henious sin that I've committed. They don't even have a clue why my sister and I finally decided to move here. All they could do was welcome us with warm arms and treat us as if we lived here for a long time. It has been a while, four years and within it nothing seem to change between us. Sakura still tries to get me to express my feelings, only this time she has a husband to interfere along. I start out my senior years normally, even though many people at my school addresses me as the 'strange' kid. I guess because when I walk the vacant halls of Konoha High, I drag along my own rain cloud of doom. Yes, I did just say rain cloud, I'm always depressed and anti-social.

As the times changed, so did my looks from that terrified murderous teen of fourteen to a unrecognizable man of eighteen. My unruly blond hair grew longer, touching my shoulders, but still able to spike it. My azure eyes darken, more of my mother's sapphire blue than anything. Even my complexion became quite amusing, smoother than most girls, but incredibly tan. Just the typical, muscular and slim, tall for my age, passing my sister by seven inches. Yet, through the whole change I am still Naruto, the murderer. Snapping out of my dream state, my alarm clock went louder than normal, driving me crazy. Releasing my fingers from the death hold on my blanket, I hit the snooze button and sighed deeply. I wish I could just stay home today, but two weeks ago I did due to the fact that I had my 'session' with Dr. Lin. Due to the fact that I was proven innocent in the trial, they thought it was a great idea to sick me into counseling to bring out my thoughts from within my fragile mind. With each session, my progress only weakens and my daily synopsis has the same thing, 'failure to actually participate'. It's not like I don't want to offer assistance, but there are just some things I rather keep to myself than release out into the world.

So, let's just start with the basics, shall we. After a few minutes of sitting there, salty, wet, and annoyed, I threw the sheets off of me. Removing my legs from underneath its warmth, I placed them on the cold floor, shivers went down my spine. I let out a loud, obnoxious yawn, pushing myself up and streched. Arms bending in all directions as my back arch, dragging myself towards the huge walk in closet I have. It wasn't typical for me to have tons of clothes and never know what to wear, but I just like the idea of having a walk in closet. While I strolled along, still yawning and so on, my bedroom door opened and enters my sister.

Not even caring, I continue towards my destination as the pink haired fuzzy ball pounced on my bed. I could feel her green eyes penetrating my back as she grinned that stupid grin of her. There's two things I hated about Sakura and I mean real hated. One: The way she tries to force herself in understand what I went through and two: that stupid grin of hers. Either way, she wasn't up to no good and I was standing inside my closet, staring that the large selecion of items to wear for today. While I picked and pondered, Sakura decided it was time to greet me with a lovely morning quote.

" 'When life gives you lemons...use them. Because you'll never know when life slowly comes to an end...' " She trailed off, waited for me to answer as my hand outreached for a black t-shirt. Sighing, I might as well 'amuse' her, so she could leave me in peace.

"Mom written that quote before dad passed away. She was sitting next to his death bed, reciting her quote as dad took his last breath..." I'd replied nonchalantly , pulling the shirt over my head and down. It was one of my many favorites, 'If you think I'm crazy, meet Bob?'. It's rather an inside joke, but it's still my favorite. Searching for some pants, she spoke once more, this time there wasn't any quotes involved.

You could tell when Sakura really wanted to know something, she gotten quiet long enough to think, then speak. Her questions always seem to resolve around some type of psychological riddle. I've cursed her every time because she's using her major against me. "You know Naruto, they say that most problems are best dealt with expressions. I noticed that recently went your are playing your bass. With each strumming along the strings, I could feel the strange vibrations projected from them. It's like, your melodies are always depressing and—"

I stopped her there, coming out of my closet fully dressed and eyes crossed. I don't need to hear this early in the morning. Moving to the closest door near my bed, it was my joint bathroom and I gladly enter it. I flicked on the lights, flooding the dark bathroom with white and headed to the sink. Yet, she still continued, and I continued to ignore her while I brushed my teeth. "I'm serious, I can tell how deeply depressed you are. Why don't you want to talk about it with me? Is it that your insecurity level continues to block the chance for us to become close? Do you truly hate me that much?" Now her voice sound rather sad and through the mirror I saw her green eyes soften.

My hand stopped moving the toothbrush as I sighed. I don't hate my sister, I just don't want to get too close to her anymore. I know she still hovers some type of hatred for me. I mean, when I killed mother, she had the look of fear in her eyes as if I was going to kill her next. That's all in the past and these hallucination weren't getting me anywhere. So I returned back to brushing my teeth and Sakura just called it quits. I watched her turn away, mumbling about being ready in fifteen because she had to get to school early. Then she left, her footsteps became distant and my door closed with a soft click. Once more I sighed, this time in pity.

More to myself than her, I finished up in the bathroom. Spiked my hair, drew weird symbols on my arms, placed on all my jewelry and finally headed out of my room. Closing the door behind and heading towards the stairs, I stopped halfway to hear crying and comfort. Sakura was crying? My mind wondered to when was the last tine I actually seen her cry, going back to that same reminiscing point. Scoffing, there's nothing that could be done, I'm not that same little boy she once knew. I've changed and relying on my sister would only make things worst. So I ignored her grief-stricken tears and went on my way.

Hitting the bottom and head towards the kitchen, I wanted something to snake on before school. While I rummage around the fridge, I heard approach footsteps, one being my brother-in-law and Sakura. They moved about in the kitchen, fixing coffee and finding something to eat. Grabbing the gallon of milk, I though that I help myself to some cereal. So preparing that, I crossed glances between my guardians. Neither of them seem talkative and Sakura eyes were red and puff. When she noticed me looking at her, she'd smiled. I don't know why I felt a pinch in my heart, but it was probably because of how she smiled. Just looking at her, she look so much like our mother, even her empty smile. I broke away, before more unwanted memories return. Taking my seat at the table, the tension was final broken when Kakashi called to me.

"Eh, Naruto...do you need me to pick you up from school?" He asked, black eyes looked at me, with his brow raised.

Shrugging my shoulders, normally I don't get rides from school, since I have band and everything. My schedule today was clear, I nodded. "Whatever, I really don't care." I pointly replied, I didn't care. A ride was a ride, nothing special about it.

Kakashi opened his mouth to say something, but paused and nodded. I knew what he was about to say, he basically tells me the same thing everyday since he enter our little family. 'Don't be so depressing...you're still young.', so he changed the subject instead as he took the vacant chair next to me. He was trying to be that type of older brother/ father figure that was missing from my life. That's why I don't mind him telling me things because either way, it would only in one ear and out the other. "You know, Sakura was crying earlier," he whispered, glanced over his shoulder to make sure she was out of ear drop. I've done the same, but I made it obvious that we were talking about her. "She's worried about you, not sure what to do to comfort you."

I rose a brow to his gesture, pouring cereal into the bowl in front of me. Watching the crunchy little stars bounce around, I didn't know how to respond to it. I mean, there's no way you can comfort someone like me, it's impossible. Doing the same with the milk, I gave him my full attention. How can I explain to him without sounding so cold hearted in the process? "I don't need comforting," I retored, scooped a spoonful of cereal and shoved it into my mouth. Munching on it, I continued, "There's nothing wrong with me, she's just can't get it passed her. I'm fine, there's no tears in these eyes and no guilt within my heart."

Purposely, I said it loud enough, so she could stop from whatever she was doing and listen. Kakashi's eyes widen, when they went passed me and on her. I couldn't tell whether she broke down again or she was shocked, but he got up from his chair. Finally, I placed my spoon down and turned to see if my predicament was correct. Just like I thought, she was shocked as tears emerged to the surface. Her husband held her in his arms, cooing lightly to shush her. It was the truth, I'm not a child anymore where I have to run to my sister when mother was doing something crazy. I was eighteen, I could handle myself, with or without some type of reassurance. I broke our contact, turning away. Quickly, I lost my appetite, removed myself from the table and headed towards the door. I don't know how long I could have stayed within the same area with her. Even if she pretends not to have some type of grudge against me, her vacant eyes were all I needed...

Because no matter what, I could see her pain...her hatred...and worst of all her regret...through green eyes...

"Later...I'm heading off to school." I bellowed over my shoulder, hit the corner and was gone. I slipped on my shoes, snatched my bag and went for the doorknob when I heard approaching footsteps behind me. Without turning, I heard the sad, weary voice call to me. "I'm not a child, Sakura. Please stop treating me like I am. I don't want comfort, can't you understand?"

She was looking at me, I could feel her sorrow filled eyes pierced the back of my neck. Not to long, Kakashi was standing next to her as she replied to my question. "Please Naruto, don't shut yourself out. I hate when you are isolated. We can talk, don't you trust me anymore?" Her voice was pleading, I knew she was crying because she couldn't stop her voice from cracking.

Closing my eyes and turning the knob, I opened the door halfway. I could see the words stir within my head as they spilled out of my mouth, spitefully. "No...I cannot trust what the eyes continue to lie. I'm sorry Sakura...but even if we did just 'talk', you wouldn't be able to deal with the truth." With that, I'd exited the house not before hearing the hysterical cries coming from her as the door closed behind me.


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It was hard to keep focus when I was thinking about Sakura and her emotional turmoil she had to deal with. As I entered the school, everything was empty and quiet just the way I liked it. I hated loud noise, it tends to bother me when I'm trying to hear myself think. My footsteps echoed through the halls, Converse slapped against marble. I knew for a fact that my cold-hearted attitude towards her was wrong, I should have found a rational way to put her down. Yet, I couldn't help it, it just conjured up within me and I had to tell her the truth. Right now, I don't trust her because her emotions varied. She could say, 'I love you' one minute and then the next stab me just like I did to our mother. Approaching to my locker, I was rather sluggish, slumping against it.

My head pressed against the early morning coolness before hot hands and fast walking bodies created heat. Taking my lock in my hand, I worked the combination as my thoughts still rambled about. Why couldn't I just forget everything? Somehow lose this long term memory process so when I'm able to close my eyes, I couldn't see what I feared the most. Technically, I'd quit praying. There wasn't any point of continuing, my sins will always remain and 'God' wouldn't take them away. I even drew myself away from religion, leaving the church and deserting my Catholicism. My mother's rosary still stayed in the little box under my bed, untouched.

Finally, breaking the code and opening my locker, it wasn't a pretty sight if you ask me. It's been two weeks into the school year and I've already manage to destroy my locker. Everywhere there was loose paper, both clean and written on scattered from top to bottom. My books unorganized, tilted, and was about to fall off the shelf. In the back was my bass guitar, strings loose and is in need of a tuning. Gym clothes crumbled up in the corner, underneath cobwebs, which surprisingly formed. So what did I do to show how much I really cared about my untidiness, nothing. I took off my bag, threw it in there and grabbed three text books off the shelf.

Slamming the locker shut, I turned away and departed down the abandon halls once more. The good thing about being a senior was you don't have to worry about having too many classes. For me, I have all and my first three classes has the heaviest books. Yet, I carried them with ease heading toward my first period class, Home Economics. Now, in my mind, I don't know why someone would actually want guys to join that class. I for one cannot stand it because all the girls continuously watch me cook and swoon. I guess it's something with guys and cooking that gives these girls some type of orgasmic experience. I mean, when Sakura and Kakashi's at work and school, I have to fend for myself.

The journey to my first period wasn't too long, if you think two buildings north and one east. Konoha High is the biggest school I've ever seen and even though I've been here since my freshmen year, I still get lost. With my foot, I kicked the door open and return back outside. More of the student body crowded because in the back part of the school, there's no cameras. So basically they do whatever they want, make out, fuck each other senselessly, do drugs, et cetera. Cutting across the yard, I arrived quicker to the other building than actually going north and then east. The building furtherest to the back was Social Science and Consumer's Value department.

It consist of twenty-four classroom, each from Psychology to Forensics. Luckily for me and my now hurting arms, my class was only five doors down. In my head, I couldn't the doors on my way as if I had OCD. Second to last on the right side, closest to the stairs and elevator. Able to stop, I looked at the stainted glass with big bold letters painted in black, 'Home Economics: Rm. 984. Teacher: Umino Iruka'. Shifting the books in my arm, I reached for the knob, but stopped heistly. Through the glass, I noticed something or someone moving around. It was rare for me to actually see someone other than myself. So opening the door, I walked inside and the person who was in there stopped moving.

My first impression was a girl, but the more I kept observing, I realized it was indeed a guy. His reddish hair threw me off because of how long it was, mid-back. He stopped whatever he was doing, a book within his hand as he looked at me also. His green eyes rather tedious of my appearance and around them were dark rings, lack of sleep I bet. Looking away, I moved towards my desk in the back. I passed him with ease, dropped my books down on top and flopped into the uncomfortable chair. Letting out a loud sigh, the boy also sat down three rows away from me and kept his eyes in the book.

I could tell he was new, I never seen anyone with bright hair as his. From his appearance, he was rather punkish, baggy pants that hung off his ass. A black shirt that had 'Piss Off', censored. His ears were covered in piercings and he wore some on his face. Lip, nose, eyebrows, and even tongue glistened tiny silver rings in an orderly fashion. He looked rather interesting, with his 'fuck the world' attitude. Without realizing what was going on, I saw him look at me with some type of disturbing disgust within his sick looking eyes. Blinking, I knew I was observing him too long because he let me know by the annoyed tone of his voice.

"If you want to know something, just ask."

Shaking my head, I took my eyes off of him once more and moved it towards this poster that had a mother and her kids. Just that poster alone made my chest ache. "My bad...it's strange to see another guy in here...since this class is mostly full of girls." I mumbled, but it was more to myself than him.

However, he heard me. I listened carefully as he turned the page of his book and respond. "Well, I didn't have a choice. They fucked up my schedule so I'm stuck in this class. Don't get too happy...I'm not like that."

Furrowed brows, confusion hits. Wait a minute, does he think I'm—? "Hold it, I'm not gay! Just because I'm in the class doesn't make me—" God, why was it hard to say that words as I turned to him and met his suspcious gaze.

His looks alone would have mistaken him as a queer. He's just too...pretty. Girlish features all over his face, not matter how much he covers it with piercings. He'd smirked, which didn't suit him because it made him look like a killer. "Right and the next thing you're going to tell me that you have a girlfriend and you love her. Trust me...even if you are not gay, you'll become it sooner or later. Because eventually, since this school is storming with homosexuals, you are bound to become one." Then he turned away, ending our conversation with a blow in my face.

I felt stupid, I mean really stupid to be called a 'fag' by the new kid. So what, I don't have a girl friend, big deal. And now that I'm thinking about it, there were homosexuals around my school, but I didn't pay attention to it. For one, I'm not going to stoop that low to become something like that. My sexuality has been decided, I prefer girls. I don't know when I'm going to get a girlfriend, but I know my heart ranges towards girls. Even if he looks like one himself...

"You surely have lip, new kid. If you're not careful, someone might punch your teeth down your throat." I warned him, not caring if the other kids kicked his ass. He probably would deserve it because he called them some name. I don't even know why I let his name calling bother me, normally it shouldn't. Years of being called a 'murderer' and his words of falsehood penetrate my barrier.

He let out a cruel, maniacal chuckle as he looked at me once more. Why does his eyes give me some sense of insecurity? It's like, behind those green orbs was some type of twisted sadness. I couldn't get the feeling out, but I knew he was suffering without knowing why. "Oh, I'm so scared. Trust me, I'm not here in the school because I wanted to be. If you knew who I am, you'll know my reputation." he sarcastically told me, boasting about his rep as he officially ended the conversation.

Grunting, I leaned back into my chair, pretending now to care. In this school...reputation isn't know from previous experience. Here, you start new and I knew how his reputation was going to be...school's punching bag.

So that's how I met the new kid and one word describes my impression towards him...resentful.

TBC

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A/N:


Chapter complete! Was able to meet Naruto and his life. Poor Sakura, all she wanted to do was reconnect with Naruto, but with his regretful ways interferring, she's getting hurt more. I wanted to try something new, placing Kakashi together with Sakura. Nice couple. Then he met Gaara, but doesn't know his name yet. Nice attitude on him, calling Naruto a queer. (I mean not harm to those words...) Well, got to see what's going to happen in the next chapter. Let's continue!

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