Prologue
Hello everyone, this is splazbee here. Welcome to the prologue chapter of Breathe in a different future. This has been bugging me for a while now. I found myself hungry for NaruSasu brotherly fics. And discovered I had read the good ones a while ago or had no patience to scroll through tens of pages to find those I have yet to read. In the end, this idea popped up. It is far from well formed, and I usually have quite irregular updates, sadly. But I'll try my best!
I won't bother you guys anymore, and will just start with the story. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Quite the sad thought, don't you think?
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He pissed him off.
He hated and envied the boy everyone loved and adored. He hated the duck butt hair (with a color darker than despair) that sometimes seemed even more stuck up than its owner was (was that even possible?) He hated that damnable smirk that made the fangirls so hard his ears bled and stole away Sakura-chan's smile for himself.
He hated the eyes that were like a night sky without a moon to light them up. So lonely.
Just like himself.
He looked at him, and saw a twisted mirror image.
But everything was okay. Everything was already established. Everything was black and white.
The village loved Sasuke and hated Naruto, and they hated each other. It was that simple.
Even now, when the dark child was bathed in the soft orange of the sunset that made everything seem warm and loving (so comforting, he would love and wear that color always) Naruto was sure he would always hate the cold boy bathed in warmth.
Naruto turned around, and with his first step of walking away, took a deep breath.
The faint scent of salt.
He knew it well. There was a time when it had always clung to him, when he still couldn't even try to ignore the resentful villagers.
He promised a long time ago that he wouldn't smell it from himself.
He had yet to break that promise.
Crying never fixed anything. It never made anyone help him. So why would he help Sasuke? He hated him after all.
He had hated the villagers a long time ago. Now he wanted them to acknowledge him, to become their Hokage. He would show them he didn't deserve their hate.
Could he truly hate Sasuke? He would become Hokage after all, and Sasuke was a part of the village. Could he truly hate one of his own?
'I can't. I won't. And I won't be hated from them either.'
He never took that step of walking away. He turned around and it became a step of going forward. Towards Sasuke, a lonely boy much like himself. A step of letting his hatred and bitterness go.
Sasuke gave no sign of turning around, though he had clearly heard Naruto.
Another step.
Coming closer.
This time Sasuke turned around, stared at Naruto for a few seconds, and started walking away.
The sun set.
The blond haired child grinned.
Tomorrow another step closer will be made. Every day from now, at sunset, a step or two would be made. Until he reached that sad and lonely boy.
So lonely, and so much like himself.
Naruto had hated him once, with a fierce passion.
But that didn't matter anymore, did it?
The world was grey after all.
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Yes, I know, really short and kinda repetitive with some statements. But Naruto has always thought at kinda simplistic patterns, and here he is a 7 or 8 year old boy. He only sees what he is most familiar with, meaning loneliness, hate and sadness. But we all know he will get better, don't we?
Anyways, I hope you liked it, please review, favorite or follow! I would be really happy!
See ya guys,
splazbee