This is really short, just a drabble...probably, but it's pure adorable fluff...just read it...
Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter or Naruto, I'd be freaking rich and have everyone bowing down to me.
summary: it's less than six hundred words, read it
Harry didn't mind the rain, in fact he actually adored it. He knew that when it rained, he wouldn't be chased by his larger, cruel cousin and his said cousins group of similarly mentaled friends. He also knew that his aunt was more than likely to send him outside, and tell him not to come back until later in the day. So whenever it rained, Harry tended to wander, as he knew his aunt wouldn't care; and that he could go anywhere, without the neighbors looking at him funnily, because they were told stories by his aunt and uncle, since it was such a horrible day that none of them would dare stray from their large expensive houses.
So, whenever it began to rain, and he was the only one who would ever consider to even go outside for a moment, Harry tended to wander towards the one place he was never allowed to go to when it was nice out, the park.
In fact, Harry was currently settled on the top of the slide, his black hair slicked down with rain, his glasses were moist and difficult to see out of, and his clothes were extremely heavy at that moment, because all the extra water it could retain, but the young boy didn't care, he was looking at the bottom of the slide eagerly with a big grin upon his usually unusually somber face, as his small, uncovered toes wriggled in excitement at the prospect of hitting the mud that had quickly been formed by the dirt at the bottom of the slide as the rain fell.
Harry pushed himself down, and laughed delightedly when he reached the bottom, his small feet reveling in the strange sound mud makes when you land in it. The small boy looked back and the slide and grinned before running to the swings. He sat on one of the swings, and tried to go, but couldn't. He scowled and kicked his small legs harder.
"Your going nowhere you know." Harry's head jerked up in suprise. Beside him, a tall (well, tall for him, he is only about five or six currently, that's like, four feet) boy sat on the swing next to him, in a black suit and white vest, with a porcelein mask around his face.
"I am?" Harry looked at him "But th' kids who play on th' swings at s'ool kick an' they go real high." The boy laughed lightly behind the mask before speaking.
"What I meant, was your not kicking properly kid," He stood from the swing he had been sitting on and walked so he was standing behind Harry. "Hold on, don't want you fall off this thing now do we?" He placed his hands gently onto Harry's back and pushed lightly, propelling Harry forward.
"I'm movin'!" The little one shrieked happily. The masked boy smiled and pushed Harry for a bit longer.
"Yes, you are, now then, try kicking now." Harry did as he was told and was delighted to find him self go even higher as he pushed his legs back and forth.
"I'm doin' it! I'm swinging!" Eventually he began to grow tired and stopped kicking. When the swing had finally stopped moving, he looked towards his masked playmate. "'m Harry, what's yur's?" The boy smiled and then bent down so he could gently poke Harry's forehead with a finger.
"'Itachi."
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