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Adult ++
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Strength
Title: Strength
Fandom: Naruto
Word count: 511
Character: Naruto
AN: This came about in the middle of the night as I was thinking about Ashy and her current troubles. Just kinda popped out since I don’t know how I would be able to deal with what she is dealing with. She’s just as strong as Naruto is (when you actually dig a little into the actual story).
So this is for her and with all my wishes that she’s good. *hugs her*
*~*~*~*~*~*
He did know what strength was since no one had given him the same answer twice. He had heard that it was all physical, muscles and power. He had also heard that it was never showing a single weakness, even around his loved ones, or just to himself. So many people and so many definitions of strength swirled around in his head. Making him shake it hard as he pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees.
Naruto gazed down on the funeral, knowing he should be down there, but he couldn’t. At least not yet. It was more of a memorial anyways. The blond couldn’t very well mourn while his mind was swirling with thoughts of what it meant to be strong.
Licking his lips, blue eyes trailing over people as they came to stand before the stone with his mentors name on it, Naruto thought over all of the conversations he had, had with the man. A smile laced with sadness spread over his lips as he rocked his feet back and forth in an alternating pattern. He had learned so very much from Jiraya, including that what others may say what a word was, that didn’t always mean that it worked for everyone.
Like the word Hero. To most, a hero was someone strong, brave and powerful. They could do no wrong and were always right. But Naruto knew that a hero could, and more often did, mess up. They weren’t Gods who knew jus what needed to be done all the time. They were human and all humans messed up. Kakashi was a hero, a man who tried so hard to keep his team together, but still watched it be destroyed. Asuma was a hero, his death saving many but leaving just as many behind.
Jiraya was Narutos personal hero.
So what was strength to Naruto?
Shifting so that his chin rested on his thighs, Naruto continued to watch as the memorial started. He could remember the words that Jiraya had told him all that time ago after he had asked what strength was.
”KId, to me, strength is being able to continue on with life, even after you feel like the universe suckered punched ya and then proceeded to shit in your ramen bowl. It’s the ability to admit that you do cry, that you have weaknesses, but you don’t let it stop you. Naruto...you have a strength I have never seen before in a person. Never let the world get the better of you.”
Sighing as he stood up, a tear escaping the side of his eye, Naruto brushed the seat of his pants off and looked to the rich blue sky above him.
“I won’t, Ero-sennin. And when the time comes, I’ll show you just how strong I am.”
To Naruto, he was strong.
He cried, but he didn’t let it consume him.
He had weaknesses but he pushed past them.
He loved and it made him that much stronger.
He was strong.
He always had been.
And he always would be.
Fandom: Naruto
Word count: 511
Character: Naruto
AN: This came about in the middle of the night as I was thinking about Ashy and her current troubles. Just kinda popped out since I don’t know how I would be able to deal with what she is dealing with. She’s just as strong as Naruto is (when you actually dig a little into the actual story).
So this is for her and with all my wishes that she’s good. *hugs her*
*~*~*~*~*~*
He did know what strength was since no one had given him the same answer twice. He had heard that it was all physical, muscles and power. He had also heard that it was never showing a single weakness, even around his loved ones, or just to himself. So many people and so many definitions of strength swirled around in his head. Making him shake it hard as he pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees.
Naruto gazed down on the funeral, knowing he should be down there, but he couldn’t. At least not yet. It was more of a memorial anyways. The blond couldn’t very well mourn while his mind was swirling with thoughts of what it meant to be strong.
Licking his lips, blue eyes trailing over people as they came to stand before the stone with his mentors name on it, Naruto thought over all of the conversations he had, had with the man. A smile laced with sadness spread over his lips as he rocked his feet back and forth in an alternating pattern. He had learned so very much from Jiraya, including that what others may say what a word was, that didn’t always mean that it worked for everyone.
Like the word Hero. To most, a hero was someone strong, brave and powerful. They could do no wrong and were always right. But Naruto knew that a hero could, and more often did, mess up. They weren’t Gods who knew jus what needed to be done all the time. They were human and all humans messed up. Kakashi was a hero, a man who tried so hard to keep his team together, but still watched it be destroyed. Asuma was a hero, his death saving many but leaving just as many behind.
Jiraya was Narutos personal hero.
So what was strength to Naruto?
Shifting so that his chin rested on his thighs, Naruto continued to watch as the memorial started. He could remember the words that Jiraya had told him all that time ago after he had asked what strength was.
”KId, to me, strength is being able to continue on with life, even after you feel like the universe suckered punched ya and then proceeded to shit in your ramen bowl. It’s the ability to admit that you do cry, that you have weaknesses, but you don’t let it stop you. Naruto...you have a strength I have never seen before in a person. Never let the world get the better of you.”
Sighing as he stood up, a tear escaping the side of his eye, Naruto brushed the seat of his pants off and looked to the rich blue sky above him.
“I won’t, Ero-sennin. And when the time comes, I’ll show you just how strong I am.”
To Naruto, he was strong.
He cried, but he didn’t let it consume him.
He had weaknesses but he pushed past them.
He loved and it made him that much stronger.
He was strong.
He always had been.
And he always would be.