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[series]: Naruto
[character]: Uzumaki Naruto
[character history / background]: here and here
[character abilities]: right here
[character personality]:

Naruto, perhaps unsurprisingly due to the creature living an uncomfortable existence in his belly and the bowels of his mind, is dichotomous. Naruto loves people, all people with the capability for good, without judgement. Despite his love, he fears them deeply. Naruto can't stand to feel unwanted by others, he can't stand disapproval or hatred, he can't stand them looking at him in whatever way they feel like-- he's a good boy, shouldn't they also recognize this? Slowly, despite everything, Naruto has made friends. Perhaps this is due to the intersection of effort and chance which is called opportunity, perhaps, like others have suggested, Naruto simply has such a wide berth of life experience that friends find him.

Either way, Naruto has known the pain of those who are un-needed. This is why he initially sought to become the Hokage. These sentiments remain the same, but the reasons are now different. Becoming the Hokage of Konoha would be proof to Naruto, proof that he is strong enough to protect Sakura, Sasuke, Iruka, Kakashi, Gaara, Fuzzy Brows, every person he cares for. It would be proof to Naruto that he is strong enough to make true his word on a promise he made to Sasuke that he could not keep. Naruto will become Hokage, he will protect others' right to be good people, and in his darker moods, gripped by a rage that borders on madness, he will swear to kill anyone who stands in the way of those good people-- Orochimaru, Itachi, and the rest of Akatsuki. In the end, however, Naruto would prefer to fulfill his promises with his own eyes and not the Kyuubi's.

What is the purpose of his existence? It's clear through his very nature, and the fire burning away in his gut, that he should have a purpose; that Naruto is something of 'grave importance.' When Naruto thinks on it, he finds no answer as to the nature of that purpose. So Naruto makes his own purpose: to become a Hokage unlike any before, to share his happiness, sadness, hate and love with anyone and anything he calls his friend.

Naruto's friends will be by his side to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Sakura will be there, as a reminder that protection necessitates being protected oneself. Sasuke, as a reminder that friendship does not come easily. Iruka, that there is always a glimmer of hope, no matter how small. Kakashi, that there is a time to fight. Gaara, that there is a time to care. Jiraiya, because there are times to be oneself; Tsunade, because there are times to not. And everyone else.

Perhaps Naruto has been more successful at creating bonds that he has ever realized.

[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Chapter 401, manga current
[journal post]:



[third person / log sample]:

Life was full of ironies. Naruto was enacting one of them at the very moment, silently sliding into Konohogakure's Uchiha compound, warm spring air as familiar and buttered as a leather glove against his cheeks, slight breeze rustling his stiff blond hairs like so many whiskers. He caught the lock from the door in the fleshy palm of his hand before it could fall, soundless. It was discarded irreverently by the door-frame and Naruto reached out with tremulous hands, tentative. To think that they called him a troublemaker years ago, when only now at the age of sixteen was he actually getting good at sneaking around. Uzumaki Naruto, not Konoha's noisiest ninja; Konoha's most unpredictable.

The dust and pollen of Konoha's spring was thick beneath Naruto's feet, padding lightly, treads leaving marks that looked to Naruto inhumanly out of place. Was it the right decision to come here? To disturb this place? Of course it was, he mentally chided himself with irritation-- don't change your mind now. You've wanted to do this-- since you learned about Sasuke. You've wanted to do this for what may as damn well be forever. Sasuke had told him, when he fought with Naruto at the Valley of the End (when Naruto broke his promises), that they could never understand one another. There was a gap neither one could ever cross. Naruto had never had anything. Sasuke had lost...everything.

Naruto just wanted to have a look. He just wanted to see the home that produced Uchiha Sasuke.

And so Naruto stood, having sneaked into one of the unkept parts of the compound, one of the parts which hadn't been touched since That Night, eyes adjusting to what seemed an even darker darkness than the dark outside. The musty smell bothered his nose, and it was while he was rubbing it that Naruto noticed the black marks on the wall across from him that could have been mold-stains. But they weren't. That dark mark, Naruto's mind registered with a strange sort of horror that always had a tendency to occur to him when the reality of a tragedy struck him (the bridge, with Haku, Naruto's mind wandered through the years momentarily), it was the rusty stain left by blood spatters when they had ceased to be spatters years ago. He pressed his hand roughly against his mouth, suddenly feeling claustrophobic, and salt bit at the corner of his eyes, one tear hanging un-dropped like a coma as a mouse ran over his bare toes. It stopped to stare at him.

"M'not crying, it's just allergy season."

He couldn't stay there any longer, not with the things it made him comprehend, or the un-thought sympathies it made him feel. The moused moved on, ignoring his existence, and soon did Naruto, leaving the building immediately and only looking back over his shoulder one or twelve times.

Maybe Sasuke was right. Maybe they could never understand one another. But maybe even someone who had nothing to lose could know why it was unfathomable to lose everything.