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Konoha, A Deceptively Sunny Morning. Four Years After the Kyuubi attack.
All around the village children laughed ,smiled and played ninja. All except for one sad little boy sitting in the dirt all by himself. Salty tears fell down his tan face past his odd whisker-like scars and down onto the sand.
Nobody wants to play with me. Why does everybody hate me? The little boy thought, unmoving from where he had been pushed by an older boy minutes earlier. As the boy sat in the sandbox at the orphanage, he thought about his pitiful four years of existence struggling to think of those few happy memories he had in his short life. As he was doing this he failed to notice the person approaching until a pair of short pale legs came into his field of view, followed by a torso and then a chest ,and finally a head.
"Are you okay?"
Staring up at the short, black haired little girl in confusion, Naruto had to wonder why the girl would care. Didn't she know that if she played with him, the bullies would get angry at her too?
"I'm o'kay." He said, not wanting the girl to get targeted by the bullies if they saw her talking to him.
"Okay, I'm Yoru. Who are you?" The girl didn't walk away despite seemingly getting what she had asked for.
Surprised, the boy blurted out, "Naruto. D-Do you want to play with me?" Frowning the boy chastised himself for asking knowing the answer would be in the negative.
"Sure." The girl smiled at him.
Naruto was shocked, somebody actually wanted to play with him! Quickly getting over his shock he suggested a game of ninja.
And so the two orphans played for the rest of the day, and the ninja world was changed forever.
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