the fire that rages within

yamixnaru:

          As the kid backed up, Yami walked forward. Running him into the wall with a grin on his lips. 

         Was it horrible how he found amusement in tormenting a kid…? 

“Oooh, you aren’t? Well, I guess not.” Yami pulled his hands out from his pockets, and clapped for the little genius. So he saw through his darkness. It wasn’t hard to miss, after all. His own presence had brought a blacker shade to the night of Konohagkure. His seeping chakra scorching the dirt he walked on. 

          Any dolt would be able to tell, this was not the beloved “Hokage”. 

          Hands dropping to his side in a lifeless motion, Yami’s upper body tilted forward, as if a rag doll were trying to bow. Though his head stayed crooked, so eyes would never the child in front of him. 

“Yami Naruto.

             I am Naruto Uzumaki…

                         I’m just all the hatred he kept bottled up over the years.

Set free.” 

⌈ ほのお ⌋—- Naruto Uzumaki and hate were two words that wouldn’t make sense if they were placed together, but here he was standing before a man who embodied all those dark, foreboding feelings—feelings people would rather hide in the back of their minds, throwing away the key to that vault and denying their exit and their existence altogether, because they were the most vile, uncomfortable feelings to have—whose very presence raises a red flag and yet no one would realize it, or anyone would ignore it, because he was hiding behind a facade, using the identity of the man who radiated all the good things in the world.

                                              It was unsettling. 

                        With his back leaning to the wall, he could feel himself shrinking under his sinister gaze, like a predator locking its eyes on its prey. The chance of escape was null. So he does what he thought would protect him.

                        He took out his kunai from behind him, holding it up directly at Yami, trying, warning him to stay back. His chest heaved, because it seemed that the world around him was contracting and collapsing as well.

                                            “W-why…why a-are you h-here then?” He doesn’t want to know his answer; his mind automatically assumed the worst. “W-what do y-you want?”