Hello my fellow yaoi fans! This is my first fic so do be kind. This idea has been in my head for so long and i decided to put it here to see if it's as good as in my head.

Warning:boyxboy, mature content

Disclaimer: i do not own naruto

The room was of poor condition. It was quiet except for the constant dripping of some water droplets, and the scurrying of rodents of a sort. Many of creatures scurried about on the room floor. An obstacle occasionally got in a few of these creatures way, making them find an alternative route to their destination.

This obstacle was a child.

A small child sat in the dark room, alone. The child was no more the thirteen, maybe twelve. The child was a boy, though it was somewhat hard to tell due to the overly-sized cloak he wore, its hood always over his head

For ten years of his life, the child has always worn his cloak. His cloak is very old and worn, dirty with many torn. Underneath the cloak sat the small boy, his hair was blonde, gravity-defying, and soft to the touch; his skin, unusually tan. He was skinny and frail and he hardly ever spoke.

The most unique thing about the boy was his face, with his eyes being of the most unhumanly cerulean blue and each side of his cheeks held three small whisker-like scars. He was a true beauty but sadly, such a face got him shun because of its uniqueness and because of this, the child wears his cloak. He did not mind so much. He has grown accustom to wearing it and now, to him, it is a part of him.

Another rat scurried in front of him, brushing against his toes. He quickly pulled back his feet and brought his knees to his chest. He shuddered as a small breeze blew in from the cracks of the room he was in. He didn't like being in the room. He wished to be home, even if his home was a hole in a wall. A hole in a wall was, to him, much better than being placed in a dungeon.

The boy was currently in a dungeon, waiting for his punishment. Most likely, he considered that he would be killed for his petty act of stealing. Though for stealing, the normal punishment would be confinement, even for a child his age, the boy didn't steal from any ordinary citizen.

The boy had stolen from someone of much importance: the King and Queen. And not just that, he had stolen from them on the Queen's birthday and placed a bruise on, no doughtily, the royal's family youngest son's face. If not for these facts, his punishment probably, wouldn't be so bad, but because of them, death was most likely the punishment that suited him. At least that's most likely how the king would see it.

The boy could feel the sand from the sandman's bag pressuring his eyes. Drowsiness and sleep were attacking his with all they got and they were winning, but the boy really didn't want to go to sleep. It wasn't because he was afraid or anything, he just wanted to avoid the morning for a bit. He has always preferred the night, the only time he could really be with nature. He preferred natured more than anything else.

He looks over to where a rat had just scurried away, the moon's light scaring it off, and saw a flower. It was very erotic, blue for the most part but he also saw black blur-like spots. He crawled to it and saw the black that was once a mishmash of blurs, now noticeable black unexplainable designs.

At the tip of one of five curled-over leaves, a red dropped fell, making the flower look as if it was bleeding, but to the boy, it looked as if it was crying. That was how he saw it. He figured that if he wasn't, or couldn't for the matter, cry for himself, something, if anything, will cry for him and tonight, it was this flower.

As he watched the flower, he felt himself let out a yawn. Sleep had finely poisoned him and the effect was heavy. He laid himself down behind the flower, eyes still on it, and got himself comfortable. Slowly, his eyes began to flutter somewhat before they finally closed together and his breathing evened out as he fell asleep.

Please RxR. Comments and suggustions are welcomed, Flames not. :{)