It was a sickness, a poison, deadly to all that dared to press their lips up against it. It would take you to another world, lift your spirits. Yet, he dared to use it, at first it was just once, to take the edge off things, then he felt as if he needed it. The dealers with their crooked smiles, but they were his friends they did it for his own good and that hed feel much better once he was on it. It was a replacement for his the sadness that he felt deep down in his heart, in the pit of his stomach. The family he never had, the friends he longs for, he didnt want to feel lonely anymore. All his life, always ridiculed, shunned from the rest of the village, so hollow feeling, so alone. It took away the hole in his heart that had been placed there for the longest time. After about the second time, it became a need. The blonde would waste all his money on it, sometimes going hungry for a week or so, if it meant that he couldnt get his fix. His teeth grew more and more of a yellow tint everyday. It made him feel better, the smoke used to sting the inside of his throat and burn his lungs, making him choke and cough, but now it was soothing and pleasurable sliding down his throat blowing out smoke threw his nose, getting intoxicated on it, it was illegal, but what did he care?
His bright beautiful blue eyes, became cloudy and blood-shot. Usually hed wake up with dark circles under them, most of the time he had no idea what went on the night before most of the time hed find himself on the ground outside, or on the floor of his house, hed be lucky if he even made it on his bed. He became sluggish and slow, late for training (later than Kakashi lol), when theyd ask why he was tardy, hed become frustrated and angry with them shouting continuously, hollering insanities. By then, they didnt know what was wrong with him, and the more they tried, the more the blonde shinobi would shut them out and push them farther away. It messed with his system, his brain, the way he functioned, he wasnt as loud anymore he would keep to himself a lot, rarely arguing with Sasuke (making Sakura very happy). His accuracy decreasing slowly, more and more he would miss his targets, hed swing a punch, hed miss his opponent.
What the hell is wrong with you dobe?! Sasuke would yell as frustrated as ever
I told you! Nothing! Stay outta my business! He holler back swinging another
frustrated punch, and alas missing.
By then the Uchiha had had it. Something was up with Naruto, and it pissed him off. Sasuke just wanted to spar and nothing more to get stronger and one day avenge his clan, but that dumb blonde wasnt acting himself, he would at least have gotten one punch in, they were almost evenly matched at one point, so what happened? Now, he could dodge them with ease, it was like a five year old was throwing the punches, and he was tired of it. After every punch that the Uchiha threw, the blonde couldnt even block. It would send him skidding across the field knocking him out for a few minutes. The insignificant fool the blonde was, he hated him now, he made is blood boil, because Sasuke wasnt dim, he wasnt stupid. He smelled the smokey scent of drugs on Narutos clothes, it gave him a sick feeling that churned in his stomach, he now knew why Naruto was late, staying quiet like always just snorting to himself as the blonde walked in slowly and groggy in a drunken, sending him cold and bitter stares, and eh