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Naruto laid there on his hard mattress, blankly staring at the darkness. He could not see anything, nor could he feel anything but the faint texture of the rough sheets underneath him and the throbbing pain in his head. The stagnant air and lack of proper ventilation was making it hard for him to breathe. He was afraid. There was no light. And he knew when there was no light, there was terror.
Naruto clenched his hands into compact fists, gripping the material underneath tightly. The dimness was closing in on him and he started to breathe heavily, desperately inhaling oxygen into his burning lungs. He struggled but could not move, could not concentrate on anything but striving to make it stop. Copious amounts of sweat were starting to pour down from his pores, dampening his thin clothes and the bed. His fingers felt tingly, and it alarmed him further. He was trembling.
He was losing control.
Tears were now sliding down his face and he gasped for breath, his back arching off the bed as he struggled harder. He could not go back there. He refused.
He pulled at his hair harshly, telling himself to calm the fuck down. But it was too much. He was scared. He did not want to go back. He wanted to be free. He curled into a ball as close as he could and whimpered as he was brutally taken from his only sanctuary.
A blond child stood there in the middle of a grimy alley, in nothing but ragged clothes, watching the frighteningly skinny dog eat a small bowl of food. Its dirty brown fur was sticking to its skin, caused by the grunge it acquired through its years living on the streets. The contents barely reached half of the bowl and were obviously not enough for the malnourished mutt. Although it hardly cared, with its paws firmly grasping the edges of the bowl as if afraid of the bowl being taken away from it.
The child continued to observe, and suddenly he ran, kicking the dog with his weak and frail legs for trying to steal his meal and it bit him in retaliation, growling threateningly. The child did not care though and kicked harder, pushing the mongrel three feet from him and glaring at it fiercely until it walked away.
Now, walking closer to his first meal in days, a young Naruto saw the bowl contained a few bones with tiny pieces of meat still clinging onto its surface. And looking further, he saw what was most likely white rice, soggy and yellowish in color most likely from an indistinguishable soup or liquid, below the almost bare bones.
He briefly wondered if this was food fit for a human or if it was better suited for a pig. But it was all he was given. No one would give him anything else. And he was starving. He hasn't eaten anything in such a long time and he has already been suffering from the sharp pain in his abdomen, caused by the gastric acid eating away at his stomach. The pain would not go away if he did not eat soon. He had no choice.
Naruto started to crouch down to his bowl and slowly leaned his head in, taking the first bone in his rough and dirty hands and bringing it to his lips. He started chewing on the bone greedily, sucking on what little meat was there. With his filthy hand, he scooped up some rice and brought it to his mouth, the disgusting taste not registering in his mind except that he was finally finally filling his aching stomach.
It was pathetic.
He was pathetic. Eating contaminated food from a grimy bowl, like an untamed beast, in the middle of a polluted land. But he could not do anything about it. He was undeserving of any kind of comfort of care.
After all, he was nothing but a demon.
