Title: Birthday Boy and the Walrus
Author: Momos
Rating: K+
Warnings: Mentions of sexuality
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
(Notes: I don't think Naruto would be so emo on his birthday.)
Birthday Boy and the Walrus
When Naruto had been small, he had spent his birthdays with the Hokage.
Sarutobi had given him his walrus sleeping cap, Naruto had worn the furry thing to bed ever since.
He took the oversized cap into his small arms, his face buried in the soft material, happy as hell that he could still smell the old man in his new hat. The scent made the night a little less lonely.
But then the Third had died. Murdered.
His birthday had been lonely that year.
Iruka and Kakashi and team seven had taken Naruto out for dinner on his birthday, he didn't really like the food wanting his ramen (hot and steaming) but he ate and laughed. He was grateful for their friendship and that they cared.
The Third had kept popping into his mind, memories of his past birthdays and how special they had been. They were his most fragile and comforting thoughts, but it hurt too much. He had run home once the meal was over.
And was terrified to find the scent of that old man gone.
Naruto's next few birthdays were spent with a white haired pervert.
The man had tried, but Naruto wanted only to train.
Jiraiya's grin was nothing but lecherous, his chakra lazily floating about him, his control affected by the alcohol. Naruto had tried to push the stinking man away but found himself being dragged into a private room.
"You must be the birthday boy…" A woman's voice said softly somewhere in the dark room and Naruto had tensed. The pervert had left, whispering 'good luck' into his ear and a hard pat onto his back making him stumble into waiting arms.
Naruto had returned to the hotel later that night, glad that the pervert was no where to be seen.
He unzipped his bag, and for the first time in months he let his cap breath fresh air.
And for the first time in years he held it in his arms and fell asleep.
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