Hey...I've come back to write decent fanfiction (I hope).
This is a YAOI story, don't like it, don't read.
Pairing: KakaNaru and other later romances
Character thinking
"Character talking"
STORYTELLING
CHAPTER ONE: THE BAD AND THE GOOD
After his beloved teacher had died, he made a promise. He'd take care of the Yondaime's kid, clothes, food, a roof to live under, everything he needed he would provide to him, from the shadows. Even though the little boy was precious to him, he wasn't able to act like a father to him. How could he? He couldn't save Obito, Rin or his own teacher. This child wasn't going to get involved with him directly or he would suffer the same fate as his all deceased teammates. No, he definitely had learned his lesson; he would never be able to get close to someone without them dying, and all because of him.
He didn't hate himself, he'd just got used to feeling guilty about bad things happening to the ones close to him. He did believe in bonds, and that being attached to people and wanting to protect them made you stronger, just that he was an exception.
Naruto Uzumaki,I will always protect you. It's the least I can do to repay everything sensei did for me, for Rin, for Obito, for the whole Village. He is the true meaning of strong, the true meaning of ´Hero´.
"Naruto! For the last time (he sighed)… THAT'S NOT HOW THE HOKAGE LOOKS LIKE!".An infuriated brown-haired man said scolding a little boy with yellow hair.
"I'm working hard on that jutsu, Iruka-sensei, I'll master it soon enough, you'll see." He said pouting at his teacher. The whole classroom broke into laughter making the blond child's blood boil.
"I'm going to become the real Hokage one day!" He yelled at his classmates and ran outside the Academy.
He sat down on the swing that was placed exactly in front of the academy's entrance. That was the place where he went to when he was feeling upset. Normally someone would say their house is their safe place, but not Naruto, and don't get him wrong, he did like his home, but he definitely wasn't safe there, villagers would tend to paint graffiti on his walls, throw bricks at his window with little hate notes attached to them. So after a while he started coming here, most people would just plain ignore him, but there were people who would throw dirty looks in his direction or sudden comments people would say about him in a soft voice that he could still hear. But at least they wouldn't physically harm him, and that was good enough for him.
They're stupid; when I become Hokage I'm gonna make them beg me to have mercy on them! Everyone who has ever looked at me wrong will respect me and see me as one of their own.
He didn't expect kindeness or any type of positive actions towards him, but it still hurt to be rejected, set aside and treated as if he carried some kind of disease, after all he was only 10 years old, it was more than obvious how he wouldn't be able to cope with all that negativity. But not everything was bad, every week he'd come home to a giant box of his favorite meals, fruits, vegetables, milk and sometimes even coupons for Ichiraku's ramen. When he needed any kind of weapons or supplies for school, the next morning they'd be sitting on his dinner table. On his birthday he'd get clothes, more coupons or some toy that he wanted. He never knew who was the responsible for these gifts, at first when he was little (even littler) he thought it was some kind of jutsu (Yep, he's not clever).
Three years ago, on one occasion he found a note on his weekly box that gently asked him to stop causing trouble, so he decided to leave a note to the mysterious benefactor saying "MAKE ME". A week later he found another note claiming that if he insisted on doing pranks he wouldn't be receiving any ramen coupons, so he opted for reducing the size of his mischievous actions in order to not be caught.
Ever since then he would leave notes to his secret friend, talking about his week, asking for any type of supplies and sometimes he'd leave candies or different treats aside from the notes. Few times was he ever replied to, even less if he was asking who the person was or anything that implied getting to know personal information about the unknown subject.
What day is it? It's Monday! That means new box! I'm really hoping to get a good one this week
As a giant grin spread through his face, he sat up and started running home.
"You still get excited huh?".-A silver haired man said with a smile that could be seen through his mask, as he stood on a tree branch right above where Naruto was just a second ago.
Here's the first chapter, if you like it please leave a review, any kind of feedback is well received.
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