I watch the blond child sit out on one of the roof tops, gazing intensely
at the black, blue sky. I sigh. I guess that I am wrong; he isn't a child
any longer, and I don't really think that he ever was. Maybe that is why he
acts out. Perhaps it has nothing to do with being recognized. Maybe he just
longs for the childhood that he never had the chance to experience. Maybe
it is a little of both.
I slowly shift back to reality, and notice that the boy hasn't moved even an inch from his position, and I idly wonder if he has even blinked. It is a night of a new moon, a block void blocking out the starts, cold and lonely. In a way the new moon reminds me of Naruto... or at least it used to, not anymore.
When I first met the boy, he was totally ignored. Nobody bothered to look at him, and was left unnoticed unless he was pointed out. But that rarely happened, and the child never made any motion to point himself out to others. I remember the first day the Hokage assigned me his caretaker. I was furious that he would want me to take care of the monster that had murdered my parents, but I refrained myself from saying anything.
When I first met the kid I wasn't surprised. He was cold, and was content to do things without my help. We rarely spoke, and the child never looked me trait in the eyes. But one day I came in and he looked right at me. I was speechless; his eyes showed me things that nobody should go through let alone a kid who had not yet seen his seventh year. His eyes held pain, loneliness, loathing, and hate. In that instance I realised that he wasn't the Kyuubi...he was just like me.
I can't explain it, but since that day we became closer. We talked more, he accepted my help, learned to smile, and even laugh. It is normally just a mask; I know that it is. Even knowing this, it still brings me peace. Truthfully I have rarely seen his eyes since then, since that day Naruto dropped his 'Dark Moon' act, and became the wind....
The wind better summarizes him as he is now. After he earned my recognition, my respect, he noticed that he was missing something, and strived for more attention...anything to be recognized, even if it is slightly destructive. He will shout to be heard, and gain attention, but it is not good attention. He doesn't care.... he just wants to be noticed, to be told that he exists.
I smile, and walk over to him. "Naruto!" I shout. He smiles at me, and I look him in the eyes. His mask momentarily down. Those eyes, why did they have to be so much like how mine once were. "What are you up to?" I ask, "You should be asleep." I don't really know why I asked. I already know the answer.
"Looking at the moon," he replies, I smile just as I thought. "It must be lonely...." He continues. For some reason this statement saddens me, maybe it is because he is indirectly talking about himself, even if he doesn't know it. Then again, maybe he dose.
"But look at all the friends it has." I reply, motioning to the stars. He smils, this time it is a genuine smile.
"Yup!" He grins, "and it sure is beautiful tonight."
Now this surprises me, and I can't help but question him. "Beautiful?"
"Of course Iruka-sensei! You should know!"
"Know what?"
He smiles sadly, staring at the dark blotch in the inky sky. "Just because you can't see something doesn't mean that it isn't there." And I can't help but smile when I think of the truth and wisdom in those words.
I slowly shift back to reality, and notice that the boy hasn't moved even an inch from his position, and I idly wonder if he has even blinked. It is a night of a new moon, a block void blocking out the starts, cold and lonely. In a way the new moon reminds me of Naruto... or at least it used to, not anymore.
When I first met the boy, he was totally ignored. Nobody bothered to look at him, and was left unnoticed unless he was pointed out. But that rarely happened, and the child never made any motion to point himself out to others. I remember the first day the Hokage assigned me his caretaker. I was furious that he would want me to take care of the monster that had murdered my parents, but I refrained myself from saying anything.
When I first met the kid I wasn't surprised. He was cold, and was content to do things without my help. We rarely spoke, and the child never looked me trait in the eyes. But one day I came in and he looked right at me. I was speechless; his eyes showed me things that nobody should go through let alone a kid who had not yet seen his seventh year. His eyes held pain, loneliness, loathing, and hate. In that instance I realised that he wasn't the Kyuubi...he was just like me.
I can't explain it, but since that day we became closer. We talked more, he accepted my help, learned to smile, and even laugh. It is normally just a mask; I know that it is. Even knowing this, it still brings me peace. Truthfully I have rarely seen his eyes since then, since that day Naruto dropped his 'Dark Moon' act, and became the wind....
The wind better summarizes him as he is now. After he earned my recognition, my respect, he noticed that he was missing something, and strived for more attention...anything to be recognized, even if it is slightly destructive. He will shout to be heard, and gain attention, but it is not good attention. He doesn't care.... he just wants to be noticed, to be told that he exists.
I smile, and walk over to him. "Naruto!" I shout. He smiles at me, and I look him in the eyes. His mask momentarily down. Those eyes, why did they have to be so much like how mine once were. "What are you up to?" I ask, "You should be asleep." I don't really know why I asked. I already know the answer.
"Looking at the moon," he replies, I smile just as I thought. "It must be lonely...." He continues. For some reason this statement saddens me, maybe it is because he is indirectly talking about himself, even if he doesn't know it. Then again, maybe he dose.
"But look at all the friends it has." I reply, motioning to the stars. He smils, this time it is a genuine smile.
"Yup!" He grins, "and it sure is beautiful tonight."
Now this surprises me, and I can't help but question him. "Beautiful?"
"Of course Iruka-sensei! You should know!"
"Know what?"
He smiles sadly, staring at the dark blotch in the inky sky. "Just because you can't see something doesn't mean that it isn't there." And I can't help but smile when I think of the truth and wisdom in those words.