Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...yet.But I'm working on it.

Basically, the first sentence just popped into my head, and anyone who knows me knows that when an idea pops into my head I have to write it or it'll keep bothering me.I know it's really short and I apologize. My one-shots usually are. Please review!! I live for reviews!

A Hero's Death

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. I was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory, hundreds of people watching and maybe cheering me on. Afterwards they would mourn for days, eventually celebrating what I had done. I always wanted to be a hero and die saving others.

Why, you ask?

Simple.

If I died as a hero, then I would be remembered. I've been hated my entire life. I've been ignored by everyone around me; even my so-called friends only pay attention to me when it's convenient for them.

They take my presence for granted, assuming that I'll always be there to cheer them up.It never occurred to them that I might need someone to help me get over my sadness, that I might have my own problems. Not me, not Uzumaki Naruto, the happy, hyperactive knucklehead.

All they ever did was complain to me, sometimes about others, sometimes about me. Sometimes it was all I could do to keep myself from yelling "You think you have problems? You have no idea what I've gone through!"

They never saw through the mask, not even Iruka- sensei. It wouldn't have been hard. Anyone who actually took a minute to look at me would have seen that something was wrong, would have seen the ever-present sadness just below the surface. The problem is they would never take the time.

I wanted to be remembered in death because I couldn't be noticed in life. I always thought the only way I could do this was by dieing in battle, sacrificing my life to save thousands of others. Now I have another way to do that. I'll never be remembered as a hero, not now that Sasuke is Hokage. But I can be remembered as what I really am: a lonely, desperate boy who was punished merely for being a victim of fate.

That's why I'm sitting on the floor of my cramped bathroom, my feet curled up against my chest. The kunai glints dully in the dim light. This kunai is special; it's the first one I ever received. This is the kunai on which I swore to succeed in my dream so many years ago. It's fitting, really, that the same blade that began my dream would be the one to end it. Oh, the irony.

Well, I guess I've sat here long enough. It's time to carry through with my plan. I drag the kunai slowly across my wrists, the blade digging deeply into my skin. The blood flows out of the wounds freely. It looks like red rivers as it drips onto the floor, carrying my life, my hopes, my dreams, with it.

Drip, drip

Drip, drip

I stare at it as if hypnotized, my eyes slowly following the crimson liquid. I think about the note I left explaining why I did this. I wonder who will find it. Maybe Sasuke. I can see the look on his face now.

Heh, the stupid teme.

He'll be surprised; they all will. But it won't be as much of a surprise to the adults who know the truth.

I begin to feel the blackness slowly creeping in on me, blocking out more and more of my thoughts. This isn't how I wanted it to end. This isn't how I wanted it to end at all. But, maybe this is a more fitting death. I think as the darkness finally takes over and I fall into blissful unconsciousness.

Once again, please review. I'll appreciate it even if it's just to point out something that's wrong or needs improvement. I'm thinking about doing a second chapter in the POV of whoever finds him. If you think I should please tell me and mention which character should find him. If more people think it should stay a one-shot I'll leave it as it is. Thank you for reading!!!