I always watched him from afar. I was always confused about why he was beaten daily by others, why no one would help him and why he kept returning to that same cruel place. I watched him with curiosity, with fear instilled by elders, with pride of his will to not cry even though he was obviously in pain.
Some called him a freak, most ignored his very existence, and I think that hurt him the most. I can never understand the loneliness that he must feel, but some day I want to take that loneliness away, to escape the chains of expectations and the hands of my family, to be strong enough to break away from the bubble enclosed over me and everyone else yet excludes the boy with haunted and pain filled eyes. But I knew I was too weak, so I watched the boy from afar, watched as he grew, waiting for when I could finally be strong enough to approach him.
I knew everything about him, his name, his past and after some digging, I found his secrets that no one should ever know. I stayed silent, stayed in the background, with my knowledge a secret, my thoughts locked away from those who wished to know why I went every day and left food at the tree that the lonely boy goes to. Day after day it became routine and with every passing day I got stronger, till finally I thought I was strong enough to approach him.
But he was gone. The lonely pain filled had gone and though I waited and waited he never did appear again. I had missed my chance. And when the day was done my weakness, I found, had not been my strength or courage but time. I learned that time would take everything from me. I only began to understand this when the boy disappeared, but later I would have been forced to acknowledge it as reality when I moved to The Leaf away from my home, when I watched my mother die of a sickness and my father soon after from heartbreak. My world crumbled around me and I couldn't do anything to stop it for I was weak, for time was merciless and uncaring.
My life changed and I adjusted to it. I made the most of my life by driving myself to be stronger. I became a ninja of Konoha, and on the day that I was introduced to my team, I told them my dream. My dream to find the lonely boy of so long ago and finally tell him that he is not alone any more. To find Haku.
«hey! Hoped you enjoyed it. This is kinda like a prologue for this story, so tell me what you think and if I should continue! I'm sorry if it's confusing and vague but that's how I wanted it to be! The real story will explain and add detail to this intro. I wanted to get people interested in it wanting to know the full details. I hope I succeeded. »
[I DON'T OWN NARUTO, NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL SO THERE! I will only say it once for this whole story, thank you.]