Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
"Thoughts are like this."
Uzumaki Naruto stared at his reflection in the broken mirror hanging on the bathroom wall, his azure eyes scrutinizing every feature, the whisker like marks, his bright blonde hair, and his tanned skin. His fingers traced the whiskers on his cheek, "Is this why, these whiskers, these eyes, this hair," he punched the wall.
"This is why they hate me, why they hurt me. I don't want to be me anymore. I don't want to deal with this anymore. I want to be someone else… anyone else… anyone".
He reached up with one hand and gripped a few strands of his yellow hair and his eyes darkened; slowly they morphed into a sinister indigo that was just a shade away from black. His hair once a glistening sunshine yellow had faded to a pale almost white blonde and the whisker marks one his cheeks that marked him as the container of the Kyuubi no Kitsune were but faint marks.
He froze for barely a moment, before leaning closer to the mirror. He slowly brought a hand up to his cheek, rubbing at the lines. He lowered his hand, staring at his palm that had a black substance on it, almost like a marker had colored on his hand. His head quickly snapped up and he looked at his reflection; the whiskers were gone.
Immediately he began to rub at his other cheek, feeling some small form of satisfaction when the marks disappeared. He was silent a moment, his shoulders shaking slightly and his eyes closed. He let out a chuckle, gripping the sides of the sink, and soon his chuckle soon transformed into a full out laugh. The hysterical sounds filled the small washroom, echoing off the broken tiles and he kept laughing.
I've had this on my computer for a while and didn't really know what to do with it. Just tell me what you think.