street. That happened often, because it was a quarter where Americans, Germans, Arabs, Turks and other '' strange '' people lived. Anyway, I stayed in my apartment and lived mine, not theirs.

I liked it here, you can be free like a bird that spread its wings in the lukewarm spring wind and enjoyed the divine breath.A few days passed and I did the same thing from day to day: sleep, bistro, at home.
Since I hardly knew nice people, let alone had reliable friends, I spent most of my life alone, desperately alone.

My uncontrollable hook came in the chemistry class after the holidays. Once again, my teacher showered me with unusable information about chemical reactions, which made me a little irritated.
Since I just nodded and couldn't follow her speech thoughtfully, she got angry and shouted over to my table: "Sasuke, now watch out and don't look around in world history! So what are the characteristics of reactions ?!"
That question made my anger boil over.
My classmate made a stupid remark, everyone else started laughing.

This was his mistake.
While I stood up, shaking and my classmates looked at me questioningly, I drew my gun, pointed at the troublemaker....

I'm sure my parents will soon read the advertisement in the newspaper:
"Massaka in school ... novice ninja kills teachers and students in cold blood."
I was never really sure that they knew where I am, even though I always knew from them.

I did all this because of him ... Naruto-kun.
He had a serious accident in a car and died in the hospital.
Why?! It wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could do about the accident - but the person who caused it survived ... slightly injured.

That's not fair.

In addition, it was our classmate who had caused all of this.
He tore us in two forever, now living in different worlds.
I hate him for what he did to both of us, Naruto-kun ... I love you.

Now I have them all with me.
Mama, Papa, I hope you know where I am now.