I must say I'm quite pleased with how this turned out. I just wished the plot bunny hadn't struck when I was comfortably in bed at 2am. Anyway…there are some awkward bits…but I love the last line.
Enjoy
Mourning
For Naruto, mourning was orange.
It was the knowledge that no matter his skills, no one would notice. It was the fact that no matter how loud or crazy he was, he always went home to an empty apartment. It was the understanding that his friends could more rightly be called acquaintances, their goodwill ending when the mission finished. It was the awareness that almost everyone else knew more about his parents than he did. It was the scorn of an entire village for something he couldn't control. It was years of memories, none of which he wanted.
For Naruto, mourning was the colour he wore everyday.
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