Naruto quite liked it at home, there was never any sadness there.
In his home, the shadows would twist themselves into beings, the spirits would come to play, there was always laughing-maybe at him-always smiling never sad.
Never ever ever.
The shadows would wrap themselves around him, suffocating him in warmth, telling him things that they knew he would listen too because this was his home after all; he couldn't not believe them.
Everyone would dance, choked in the darkness of the night, the roar of a spirit long gone sends chills up everyone's spine.
But that's okay, they were numb anyway.
The scarlet of guests long-gone decorated the walls, a lovely red dress for you.
In the house of laughter, everyone was his friend.
And he liked it like that.
