Summary: When there is terrible draft of wind always following you, how do you get rid of the goosebumps and retain your sanity at the same time? Naruto shut the windows, closed the doors but, there would always be a crack in the wall or, in this case, his amount of heavy drinking and warm baths wasn't gonna stop it. While life gives you breezes, wrap a blanket around you to be protected.
Dear peoples, this is just the prelude so forgive me if it is dreadfully short.
Note: This was inspired by the book: A Solitary Blue.
Enjoy, OK?
It was a cold morning, the kind with gray stratus clouds and dull colors surrounding everything around. From the nights past, puddles of tears from a sad sky still littered the concrete under a rather sad man. His pale blond hair was scattered in a mess. His navy, blue collared shirt was untucked, ruffled along his black slacks plated with gold and sliver thread. Reeling in his arms to his beryl eyes, he examined his arms with many bruises covering them. They were competing at a chase to become the hue of his shirt. He let out a sigh and laid his head on the pavement. He grabbed the coat to his left and dropped it over his tan face. The new flesh wounds of six whiskers outline each cheek symmetrically. Leaning up, he tossed up his phone and caught it. He dialed numbers and after threes ring, heard a woman's voice. "Naruto? Baby, I'm sorry."
"It's alright, mum." He lied. Kushina felt like sobbing but, she already had done enough of that last night. "Sweetie, come home. Please!" Her strong voice cracked and she bawled as the home phone hovered her. She dropped it and started to cry even more. "I'm so sorry, Naruto!" She shouted.
"Mum, it doesn't make a difference if he accepts me or not. Nothing can make a difference." He said with a sigh daring to escape.
"I should had never introduced you to him. I knew what he felt about having kids. I...I was being selfish...to think that he would love you as much as he loved me..." She talked calmer than her previous.
"I'll come home; this street's side walk isn't doing my back justice." He laughed with a dry throat. Hanging up, he stretched his legs, cracked his back and stood up to his full 5'9". Of course, he was still growing at his age of sixteen but, like always, it didn't make a difference of what height he was.
He walked along the path and never drifted. It didn't occur to him to question his path in life; he followed in his mantra to make no enemies and not as much allies. His mother was mainly the only one who looked out for him. He loved her with all his might and when she cried, he always held her. Being the only man in her life, he supported her because they really didn't know anyone else. At school, Naruto was great in his grades but, many teachers said they wanted him to participate more. Though while he raise his hand, they ignored him and he knew then, he was easy to forget. His mother usually said that his personality reminded her of her first love. She would laugh and caress his hair then sip her tea, carrying on like their life was right and just.
He knocked on the door, immediately answered, "Come in! Come in!" She hugged him tight and her red hair wrapped in tangles behind his back. His long fingers circled her shoulder blade. He smiled as her tears stained his now darker navy, blue back. "I'm home, Kushina." He said while letting her see his grin.
Holding each other shoulders, they laughed until happy tears leaked from their betraying eyes. Naruto felt as if he was finally breaking from his solitary blue.
Fin~
Well, how was it for my first fiction? I welcome your criticism and praises. Good-bye.
Yes, well I'm sorry if this seems rushed as well...Now, bye!