Naruto sat on the old shingled roof of his shabby apartment. In the dead of night, not many things stirred long enough to really occupy his attention so Naruto glanced around the area where the pale moonlight had decided its object worthy of its light. Looking over such a quiet Konoha never did completely settle with Naruto, but the thought of peace was hard to ignore. He came close to wishing the day to be like the nigh, so peaceful and sound, but thought against it. Without each other neither could survive and without their differences they might as well not exist. Eventually, Naruto reluctantly turned his attention to himself.
He was no stranger to biased and unfair treatment, he thought, his childhood being his testimony but he had his small share of happiness as well. His decision to be a ninja to protect his country, but also to prove to himself, became his drive. After finding company and love in such an unexpected person as his Ninja Academy teacher, other types of love and company followed. It was the kind he was not readily used to, but the kind he wasted no time accepting. His purpose had become to protect his loved important ones. But even with the love of his comrades, Naruto was not as open as he seemed.
His smile and laughter were true when with his friends but he knew all too well that his smile never lasted long when he was alone. In his apartment surrounded by a scarce supply of cheap easy-to-make foods, Naruto knew he could cry freely of his hardship but he wouldn't. His relationships, no matter how good, were believed by him too weak and new to be strained. Naruto did not want to risk anything that would push his new comrades away. He wished to tell them. He wanted to share it. Talking to a crumbling wall of his room or his reflection in the small bathroom mirror just didn't give the same relief as telling another human who could understand, accept, and respond to him. He dearly wished for the attention, for someone to wait on him. Though now, Naruto decided he did not care.
"So what if no one knows?" he would tell himself, "I can sacrifice myself for them. I can protect them. My past doesn't matter. I am happy to even know any of these people, these kind people. Just because I smile they'll think I'm alright, and I don't mind it this way. As long as they're by my side, they don't need to know and I don't need to tell them. Besides, I did this to myself. I dug myself this hole."
Naruto stared at the moon's craters and thought of his comment. He imagined that had the moon been a person, they would appear confused. So he spoke again, "I made myself the shining hero whose lonely cries can't be heard past the shadow hiding in the darkness created behind the bright light."
He laughed and wondered whether those were his own thoughts, then again they did appear a jumbled mess. Maybe sleep had evaded him too long. He thought back to the words and how it seemed impossible that he had come up with them but Naruto was sure that by morning, he wouldn't even remember the words he had spoken to the moon. It would not help that he did not know the moon's response. The moon was not a person though and he was still just talking to himself.
A/N: I know it's a bit weird but it came to me and I wrote it down. I can't say I'm a great writer, but I have to start somewhere. I wonder if my starting point is that bad?
And a question to any who would answer it, are the paragraph breaks in awkward places? And should I be indenting at each paragraph?
Thank you for reading. Please review, it makes me happier than you know. The review, of course, need not be long.