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He was lonely, but it didn't bother him.
He was always lonely.
The blond boy sat there, observing the other kids. They knew how to have fun while he didn't.
He was never allowed to know.
He wanted to speak out, but couldn't.
He didn't have a voice.
An old man sat patiently, staring into his crystal ball, watching and waiting. Hoping someone would approach the boy, but he knew it wouldn't happen.
It never happened.
It killed the man to see this, he loved his village with all his heart. But this boy was special, he was the son of his predecessor. Or successor. The old man didn't know what to call him, so he just stuck with referring to him by name.
'Minato' The name rattled around in his head.
'I'm sorry.'
Pale, lifeless eyes stared, today was one of the special days. It was the day he was able to pick up his daughter. Being the head of a clan, he had responsibilities. He felt the tugging at his hand, his daughter telling him that it was time to go, but he paid it no mind. He was more concerned with the battle raging in his mind.
'Help him' The elegance of the voice rang throughout his head. It was his wife's, his long deceased wife. The words had never been said to him, but he knew his mind rang true. She was a caring women, kind, patient, beautiful.
'Hitomi' her name was on the cusp if his lips, begging to be released, but he stood strong. He was a powerful man, he didn't succumb to these desires, no matter how much he wanted to.
His attention was shifted to his daughter. It pained him to say it, but he didn't deserve her. She was just like her. Which is why he needed to pretend. Pretend she meant nothing, when she really was his world. His last semblance of sanity. Without her, he was nothing.
He pushed her away, fearing that if he showed he cared, the bastard elders would take her and give her that damned seal. They hated his wife, which meant that they hated her in the same way. They would rather see her ostracized than give her the seal and be done with it. Which was exactly why he did what he did.
He pushed her away from him, in favor of her sister. The elders liked her, felt she was a fit heir. The man didn't think so. She would never change the clan. No matter how much he loved her, he wasn't comfortable with her desires. His brother was dead because of the damned ways of the past. He would rather be killed than watch that happen to the rest of his clan. Or even worse, his daughters.
No, the older one was the last hope for his clan. The last chance for his clan to change their ways. She would change it, make it better. Get rid of the seal that tortured so many. His youngest daughter wouldn't do that. She was brainwashed from a young age. She had a superiority complex the size of a mountain. She felt she was better than her sister, but he knew better. He could see his eldest pulling her punches, lowering her stand.
He would never acknowledge it. If the clan believed that he knew his eldest was strongest, she would be marked immediately. This was the best way, the only way to save his daughters until his eldest took over.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a scream, it made his blood boil, but he would always remain stoic.
He watched two boys bully the blond, punching and kicking. But that wasn't the most startling part. That was the fact that the boy wouldn't fight back. It was obvious his arm was broken, but aside from his scream, he made no sound. Just sat there with tears in his eyes. But the man could tell he would not let them spill.
He respected that.
He looked over to his daughter, expecting her to pull him away, but was shocked. She stood there, crying. Her tears flowed much more freely than the blond. She looked up to him, as if asking for permission. He simply nodded.
That was all she needed.
The bullies quickly ran, realizing she was a ninja in training. Being civilians, they knew they stood no chance. She looked at the boy and he seemed to recognize her, which was a good sign; they were in the same class. She began to speak, but noticed he was passed out. Most likely from pain.
It seemed that ANBU around the location began to notice and picked up the boy with no speech, leaving the girl confused. Soon, she felt her fathers hand wrap around her wrist as he began to walk away. She quickly followed, listening to her father.
"Try to get to know him, Hinata. He may help your pitiful abilities." It pained him to say it. But he needed to keep the guise up.
"Y-yes father" She stuttered fearfully. A flash of pain struck his heart. He hated hearing that tone.
He hated being what he wasn't.
Sorry about this short chapter. It's just the prologue, so you can expect longer chapters. I've had this in my head for a while, and I decided to finally write. Also, Naruto is over. It leaves a void in my soul that can only be filled by FanFicion. Plus, NaruHina is canon. So Naru/anybody else is dead. Woohoo!
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