So I know I should be working on my other story, but I just finished watching Memoirs of a Geisha and I couldn't help but write this. The story is so beautiful and makes you realize, all we take granted for. This is a drabble, or a prologue. Depends on how feedback is. Don't yell at me, I promise to get the next chapter of Sporadic Development out by the end of this week, or Monday as promised. But in the mean time, tell me what you think of this.
Disclaimer: Naruto nor Memoirs of a Geisha belongs to me. If it did, would Sasuke ever have left konoha? Would I be working when I would be rich off of both? So I own nothing, unfortunately.
Sometimes life threw obstacles in your way and barreled through. Sometimes life threw obstacles in your way and you simply took them not saying one word.
Naruto Uzumaki was the one that barreled through. He smiled and fought his way through life, all the pain and grief it through at him, he just barreled through it all with a smile. It was how he got to where he is now.
Life wasn't diamonds and roses for him, life were thorns and rocks. It was pain and grief, agony and tears. But at the same time, there was kindness. A kindness he still to this day didn't forget.
He was the town's shamed secret; he was a kyuubi demon that destroyed so much. Never mind that it wasn't him, that he was just a vessel. He was the very thing the town despised.
Everywhere he went, he was thrown looks of distain. Thrown out of restaurants because he was causing a "ruckus". But he fought through it all, barreled through in mind that one day he'll show them that he was worth something. He wasn't worthless; he wasn't the garbage they thought he was.
In his world, kindness isn't easily given. Not without a price. But one day, it was given, given in the form of dark hair, midnight eyes that were as cold a December.
Sasuke Uchiha was a cold man many would say. He had a heart of ice and the power of steel. Many would say he's so handsome he can make the old want to be young again. His porcelain skin, tall lithe muscular figure leave many desiring more than what they are given.
And one day, he gave me something so few, if any has ever seen kindness, hard to believe yes, true? Absolutely.
This is my story of kindness, a story of a trust given and where love was returned.