I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ITS CHARACTERS! PLEASE REVIEW AND ENJOY!
I hope you like this new story I'm trying out. Let's see how it goes!
Alone, that's what he was. He had family, in his head. The place where he could only imagine what the family he wanted was like. But life isn't always fair to some; in this case it was him. The person in question was a boy no older than ten, by the name Naruto. At least that was the name they called him growing up in this godforsaken place dubbed an orphanage.
Naruto sat silently in the room he shared with five others. It was just his luck that he got the only single bed in the room. Attempting to have an argument over who got which bunk would have made him dive off the top bunk head first. Naruto like to read a lot, but once in a while he would attempt to interact with others staying in the home. Naruto succeeded in making the other patrons conjure up false accusations that he was weird and moody. The story he was currently reading was a short story called 'A Rose for Emily'. Gothic horror and mystery books often intrigued Naruto despite his young age. Most his age were still likely scared of the dark and nonexistent bed monsters.
The adults in the facility often just either ignored or observed Naruto's antisocial behavior and mannerisms. Though there was no concern among these watchful gazes. Let's not even begin what it's like when potential adopters come by. Most that lay their eyes on Naruto are almost instantly uncomfortable in his presence, due to the tense and heavy atmosphere he seems to emit unknowingly. It was not only his presence that made others not adopt him, it was also his looks. His hair was a bright blonde, most had to dye to get. The main feature that set people on edge was the boy's eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, well his stare right into yours and reflect it back at you. Naruto was gifted with beautiful blue eyes that sent chills up your spine. Whether that chill was induced by fear or not, no one looked at them long enough to know.
Naruto never really cared what others thought of his looks or of him in general. He felt nothing when the kids said supposedly hurtful things. When potential parents glanced in his direction and gasped or even jumped, he didn't flinch, look hurt, or give reaction. But Naruto like any other child did feel a slight sting that came with the back hand of rejection.
With a long sigh, Naruto close the book of the, now finished, short story. It was a little after 1 in the afternoon, when he decided to get something to eat. He always ate around this time knowing that the other younglings had already consumed their lunches. Naruto likes to eat in silence and away from multiple pairs of eyes. The caretakers often tried to get him to eat with his peers, though their efforts were in vain.
Making his trek to the kitchen, Naruto tried to make himself as invisible as possible. As of 2 ½ months ago a few of the other kids at the orphanage began to pick on him. It didn't faze him in the least, which only made his bullies more annoyed. They probably thought that since he's been made a social outcast, no one would care to defend him. They assumed correct of course, but that didn't mean Naruto didn't fight back. When it came to self-defense Naruto knew he could win a fight. Now while he could hold his own and possibly win a physical fight; however that left evidence in the form of wounds. So Naruto fought in a way that nobody could prove it was him. Brains. If there was one advantage Naruto had over his bullies, it was intellect.
"Stupid peons still don't know it's me" Naruto whispered to himself.
And so is the life of Naruto Uzumaki.
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