We take many things granted to us with a selfish, and shelled world of privilege. The many things that many people criticize of the rich, and of the poor are the many things that are mere material in nature. However, the true underprivileged lay within the deaf, the mute, and the blind.

For you may be poor, a beggar on the streets, but you are able to see.
You may be rich, and wealthy, but cannot hear anyone to make a difference.
You may be a soldier, with no voice, how can you be heard?

The many things we took for entitlement, and say is the norm, may never be what someone will experience. However, in the realm of the mute lay a special hell for those inflicted.

For, they are drowning and surrounded by people, but unable to scream. When there is no way to rage against the darkness, how does one ever truly see the light?


A young blonde haired child was laying on the floor, he had some colored pencils laid out next to him. He was currently drawing a picture consisting of three stick figures, and a small poorly drawn house. The blonde was scratching on his hair when a knock on his door broke his concentration.

He got up, his large T-shirt he had been loaned from friend was hanging loosely off him, and flopped about as he walked towards the door. Unlocking the door, he smiled as he saw a woman dressed in all white at the door.

"Hello there Mr. Naruto, are you doing better today?" The Woman In White inquired as sweetly as any woman could.

Instead of answering vocally, the blonde boy named Naruto simply nodded his head three times. The woman smiled, and walked into his room while he stood beside the door. She took a look at the mess on the floor, and frowned a little bit at the picture. Not in a condescending way, but in a way befitting sympathy.

"I see you've been drawing again, it's a pretty little picture." The woman said as she picked it up gently, and sat on his bed.

She watches the blonde smile a little bit more, but he seemed a little reserved at his praise, which the woman picked up on easily. She motioned with her hand for him to walk towards her, which he did quickly, and sat on the bed next to her.

"Do you want to tell me who they are?" The woman asked as she looked at the stick figure drawing.

The blonde struggled as he thought of a way to communicate, but clapped both his hands together, and smiled. The woman was confused at first, until she caught on, and smiled ever so sweetly at the boy.

"Family, that's so precious." She commented as she sat the drawing on the desk next to his bed.

The blonde looked at the woman, before he started to frown a little bit. He seemed to clutch himself with his arms, before trying to smile once more but it was fleeting at best.

"Naruto, do you want to learn how to write?" The blonde gave her a small smile, and nodded.

"Okay then, well, instead of going to playground tomorrow just come down to my office in the mornings, and afternoons. I know you're not really old enough for our classes here, but you can get a head start if you'd like." The blonde perked up a little more, and gave the woman a toothy smile.

Naruto nodded his head a little bit, before trying say something, but most of it just coming out a gurgled wording at best. Much like someone with a very bad case of strap throat, and the woman slightly recoiled at the sound he was making.

"Were you just trying to yell?" The blonde nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Naruto silently nodded as he looked at himself kick his feet, and looked at the woman smiling before out two fingers. The woman clutched the two fingers in her hand, and shook them. A silent understanding was formed, and Naruto smiled as she got up.

"Goodnight Naruto." Naruto brightly smiled as she left the room, and waived at her.

The Woman in White was walking the hallway when she came face to face with the matron of the orphanage, and bowed to her with respect. The matron looked at her, and sighed.

"Nyodai, what an unexpected presence, shouldn't you be resting for tomorrows' class?" The Headmistress inquired as she looked at the younger woman with scathing eyes.

"Sorry madam, one of the boys upon this ward had trouble sleeping. I merely comforted, and now am on my way back to my chambers." She hastily said as she tried to walk away from The Headmistress.

The Headmistress's eyes, graying with old age, though once holding a dark brown color glared at the woman. She walked down the hallway, and noticed a recent smudging on the wooden floors in the orphanage, and stood at the door that the smudging had been near the room.

The old woman swath a stray white hair from her face, before pulling out the clipboard she carried with her.

"Room two dash eight, room two dash eight, ah ha there it is. Uzumaki Naruto." She tapped the name on the clipboard, before scrutinizing the thought of the name. "She continues to go against orders, the boy is without hope, he can't communicate his feelings he'll never find a home, a lost cause."

The old woman chuckled a little bit, before looking at the corridor and began to walk away.

Naruto wasn't asleep, but once again drawing, this time drawing another set of stick figures. One looked like him, in the back of a large room, with poorly drawn tables. Another was The Woman In white, standing in the front of the room.

The blonde hid his creation under the bed, where he kept many things, including a toy shuriken that he had snuck into the building during a village outing. The blonde also had a small children's book, which he picked up and sat on his bed.

"Learning to Pronounce Without the Ouch." Naruto read in his head, and opened the book.

There was a picture of an apple, and he smiled as he read the word. He never tried pronouncing it, nor did he make the effort, even at three he knew better. However, inside of his head he had a voice, and would often practice for the sake of learning to spell.

He wasn't great, couldn't complete a sentence to save his life, but he wasn't exactly taught either. At least, not until just an hour ago, and his excited stupor he couldn't find it in himself to sleep. He was hyper, giddy even, with the joy that he'd be able to experience. Earlier than many of his current peers to boot, and this made him all the more resistant to sleep.

The blonde stayed up for a couple more hours, and finally…sleep took hold of him.


"Naruto…" A woman spoke with annoyance as she walked towards his room.

"Naruto!" She said louder as she got nearer to his room, and opened his door.

A spiky haired blonde was busy writing in his journal as he had some music playing from a small music box, causing the woman that had yelled at him to go from annoyance to relief. The blonde finally turned around, and smiled. Waiving at her, and motioning for her to come over to the small desk he had been writing the journal on.

The woman came over, and noticed the journal was full of newer words that she had been teaching Naruto for the last month. She patted his shoulder, making him smile even more.

"Very good Naruto, but c'mon, you're gonna be late. Didn't Sister Nyodai teach you to be on time hmm?" The woman instructed with her finger in the air.

The blonde chuckled, and shrugged his shoulders. He got up from his seat, and walked over to his small bed. He reached under, grabbing a red and orange shirt. The woman watched as he wrote on piece of paper.

"Red, or Orange, Sister Nyodai?"

"Orange, it brings a more pleasant sense to the eyes." Nyodai said startling the other woman in the room.

"Oh, how did he know you were coming?" The other woman inquired playfully, before watching Naruto playfully rub the back of his head.

"Naruto has good hearing, don't you?" The blonde nodded, imitating dog ears on his head with his hands, accidentally dropping the shirts on the floor.

"Gah, be careful, the floor is dirty ya know." The other woman scolded Naruto, she quickly picked up the shirts.

"Oh come now Mirai, Naruto is just being playfully. Hey Naruto, show her a trick why don't ya?" Nyodai suggested as she winked at the boy.

The blonde nodded, and bent over. He placed both of his hands on the ground, and held himself up as he slowly pulled his lower body into the air. The other nun was impressed, but watched as the three-year-old pulled one arm behind him.

"Oh, that's so cool, so much balance for little one. Like a little Fo" Nyodai shot Mirai a glare before she could finish the statement.

"You mean like a frog, right?" Nyodai interjected after she shut Mirai up with her glare.

"Yes madam, like a frog." Mirai answered with a sigh, before looking at Naruto. "Well c'mon, don't tally here any longer, you must be with the other children."

Naruto was wearing an orange shirt as he came outside the massive orphanage, behind him several more children lined up as they came out. A group of people stood in the middle of the courtyard to inspect the children.

"Okay children, line up!" The Headmistress yelled as the inspectors came by.

Naruto watched as they looked at him, and then slowly looked at the other children. Walking down the line they came to the end, and slowly the shoulder of their chosen child. Many of the children were excited, and quickly exited the line.

They were being picked out by noble families, which were the cause of the celebration, and the tight inspections.

Then came the actual parents, that were middle class, and lower class respectively. Naruto watched as more, and more children got picked. He smiled big however, when a man with brown hair, and brown eyes wearing shirt that was red and brown, and with brown trousers came walking over to him.

"Hi there little guy, what your name?" Naruto went to grab a piece of paper in his pocket, along with a pencil.

The man looked at him for a moment, before he saw the boy jot down his name rather quickly. He held it up, and smiled brighter. Proud of both being looked at, and his ability to write his name. The man took one look at the name, and looked at the boy with a sad smile. Something that caused Naruto to frown a little, before watching the man go into a deep thought.

"Hello, hello, kind sir." The Headmistress came walking over towards them. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but are you interested in Naruto here?"

"Yes, isn't he shy or something?" The man inquired.

"Oh no, no, the boy is mute. Unable to speak, he's not much of troublemaker either." The Headmistress said waiving her hand. "But, he does have a large appetite for a three-year-old."

"Hmm, well, I can understand that. He's a growing lad, but madam may I speak to you really quick?" The woman nodded, and motioned for the man to follow.

Naruto smiled brightly once more, and got a little giddy. Nyodai watched him from the window, a sad but proud smile laced her lips. It would seem the boy she reared for three years was finally gonna be passed along to someone else, but then she saw The Headmistress talking to the man.

Nyodai watched as The Headmistress walked back over to Naruto, shaking her head. The young blonde's smile came crashing down.


"But, why didn't anyone want me?" Naruto ponder inside of his head, a couple of hours had passed since he had been lined up with the other children.

Naruto had tear stains down his cheeks, and he just sighed as he went back to his desk.

"I can write, I have some tricks…isn't that what mommies and daddies like in children?" Naruto continued to ponder, as he just sat at his desk.

"It's not fair."