Sakura
In the still ness of the night she breathes in, small arms nearly being crushed beneath the weight of her mother's body. The moon is not in the sky darkness covers the village, and she is afraid of the night.
The warmth seeps through the blanket and mattress she can feel the slow rise and fall of the body next to her and she shuts her eyes. If you can't see there is no darkness.
She presses her head into the pillow and her mother maybe they could smother out all her thoughts too.
The monsters in the dark are crawling up the bed, and suddenly its morning the sun shines and the world is a murky blue. The fear was always there, but there was nothing to do about that in the night; now in the morning it is forgotten.
Naruto
A smile and a rare hug, Iruka holds up the forgotten child. A brief thought entered his mind: him and his father doing the same thing, they both were forgotten. Their skin may be different colors and intentions might be true, but their souls are the same.