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(PU) END OF AN ARC
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 06:29:45 +0000 UTCOutside Taylor’s bedroom, the wind rattled against her windowpane from behind her curtains, but inside the small, dim space, there was only the weak glow of her desk lamp and the faint scratches of pen meeting paper.
She hunched over the open journal, eyes narrowed, her handwriting as ugly as always. For a moment, she paused, chewing absently at the cap of her pen—the ink smeared slightly under her thumb—then she dropped the cap and pressed the pen back down.
She hadn’t written in this notebook for weeks, at least not since before Naruto-sensei’s classes had started. That was the last time she’d felt like putting any of this into words might actually help. But tonight, something had stirred in her. Something she had known for a long time now, but still needed to get out before it disappeared into the ether.
She stared at the half-finished sentence, then kept going:
He’s not normal. He’s loud, weird, and probably dangerous. But he sees people, sees me, and maybe that’s more than I’ve ever gotten from anyone in this place.
She blinked at the words, then frowned. Reading it made her stomach twist; thinking things like that was one thing, but writing them—putting them on paper and intentionally out there into the world, where they became real—was harder.
But she didn’t cross it out.
Her pen kept moving.
These days, I feel stronger, faster, and maybe smarter too. I don't know if it’s the ‘chakra’ thing he keeps talking about, but the change started after the last class, so it probably is. I wonder if anyone else feels it too.
Done, she stared at the last sentence for a long while, then closed the journal and let her palm rest over its worn cover.
Her fingers tapped against it twice.
It wasn’t like everything was better now, despite the changes: Emma’s cruelty had not slowed; Madison still followed along with her usual mean-spirited giggles; Sophia still looked at her like she was less than dirt whenever Naruto wasn’t watching; and the teachers never did anything.
All in all, Winslow was still Winslow.
But Taylor hadn’t let herself be the victim this time. She might not have fought back, but she had avoided the worst of any incident so far. And even better, she hadn't curled up on herself or retreated.
It wasn’t a win, but it wasn’t a loss either.
And that—that—was new.
Taylor reached over and switched off the desk lamp. Darkness washed over her room, and she sat still for a beat longer, staring into the black.
Then she lay back on her bed, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and let herself feel, for the first time in a long while, that the best was yet to come.
. . . . .
High above the city, the rooftop of Winslow was quiet.
Naruto stood near the edge, hands in the pockets of his orange sweatshirt, the breeze catching the hem as it tugged gently against his frame. The last golden light of the sun painted the city in its beautiful hues, stretching long shadows across the rooftops and bouncing off windows.
Naruto stood still and breathed it in the sight. From up here, Brockton Bay looked almost peaceful. Like it wasn’t rotting from the inside out.
It was a strange place, this city, violent in ways that reminded him of home. And he wasn't just talking about the ‘parahumans’. There were even echoes of it here in the way the dilapidated buildings sagged, in the way people moved about their day with their head down, and in the collective anger simmering just beneath the surface.
But that wasn’t all he saw.
There were kids here—broken, hollow-eyed, and smart-mouthed brats—who needed more than just drills and grades and rules; who still had fight left in them, though not usually the kind you use to hurt someone, but the kind that dragged you out of bed again the next day, no matter how hard the world pushed down. There were kids who didn’t need a savior so much as they needed someone to see them. Really see them.
And he did.
That’s why he came here in the first place, and why, despite the hassle the school’s administration was turning out to be, he stayed.
Naruto tilted his head back slightly, letting the wind run through his hair, and his eyes drifted east, toward the ocean. Somewhere beyond that horizon, beyond that dark shade of orange melting into the water, was tomorrow.
In lieu of the big, exaggerated grin he usually wore, his smile was smaller but no less genuine. The kind of smile that came when something went right, though tinged with the truth that no one else was around to see it.
“Step one…” he murmured.
He pulled his hands free and made a slow fist with one of them, feeling his partner raise his fist too, their chakra becoming one and igniting—for a split second—into a beautiful gold.
“…done.”
He turned from the edge, his shadow stretching long behind him as he disappeared into the rooftop access door, and left the city to its night.
Comments
OnAHiatus
I have something even better planned
Miguel Garcia
Hmmm, maybe the first incident will be a student trying to get their dog back from Hookwolf? That’d be glorious. Naruto just dismantling Hookwolf, Cricket, and Stormtiger like they are unruly Genin.
OnAHiatus
Yup, wouldn't be Naruto without the best tailed beast.
JustaDude
Ah, so Naruto has Kurama then? That's helpful. And go Taylor! Love me some good mentor stories.
