Author's Notes: Wrote this quite a long time ago, but only managed to finish it today.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. Not making any profit either.
Warnings: Can't think of any... Darkish?
Sinister
It was cold and dark there. Murky, one might say. He rather liked it.
He would often curl up in a shadowed corner and hum melodies that he nearly remembered. And the scary eyes would close. Hopefully.
At six years old he was quite short for his age, but it didn't really matter around here. He liked that, too.
In public people would ridicule him, about his height, about his scars, and about many things he did not even understand. There was not much to be confused about around here, and that's what he liked about this place the best.
It was not a perfect spot by any means, for there was water, and the water came nearly up to his shoulders when he sat. But there were worse things in life than getting wet, he knew.
Sometimes he had to leave. When that happened, he was always scared, yet a bit relieved. Because the worst part of the place was not the dirty water that came so high, but the glowing eyes that liked watching him, strangely indifferent and curious at the same time. The eyes reminded him of those of a cat.
At first he had been very afraid of the one with the glowing eyes, but as time went by and nothing happened, he grew accustomed to the presence. It had taken him a long while to find a word to match the way the watcher felt. But one day he had heard the adults use a word that was simply perfect; sinister. He had had a hard time grasping the concept, or that was until he connected it to the glowing eyes. That's when he understood.
People thought him to be stupid, simple. With so many believing it, repeating it, he accepted it as a truth. It never came to his mind to question it. Why would he have? The glowing eyes told him nothing. In fact, the person behind them had only spoken once.
"Such a meaningless thing", they had said. The boy didn't know of what the person spoke of.
The boy grew up. Slowly but surely he stopped going to his special place, and forgot about the dirty water that came up high, and the glowing red eyes that were always watching.
But the mind behind the watchful eyes knew that this was not the end. The boy would come back, and then he would no longer be allowed to forget. It was only a matter of time now…
The boy came back, though almost completely changed. He was still afraid of the figure with the red eyes, but he no longer stayed quiet, no longer just sat in a corner. He made a deal with the watcher, whom he now knew to be his prisoner.
Once left alone, the red eyes found company in a wide, feral grin. The boy had sealed his fate without even realising it; the watcher would be free again. It was only a matter of time now.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this, and do please leave a review. I know it's short and rather vague but... I guess that's the way it's meant to be. Or something.