Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."
A small boy with a mop of
Thick mud-brown hair and piercing
Coal-black eyes fell in the grass huffing
And puffing from his long run. The meadow,
Whatever that was, provided a calming
Sensation even though he could still feel his heart
Beating everywhere as his calf
Muscles throbbed and his
Head poured out sweat.
---Running for your life is hard work.
"You make me happy when skies are gray."
The boy smiled softly as he looked at
The pretty bright circle and the empty blue
That surrounded it, a few huge, fluffy
Cotton balls passed over the bright
Circle and each time, everything
Grew darker and the warmth grew cold. And despite
The fact that this world was completely
New to him and he didn't even know
the names of the wondrous things that surrounded him,
He excessively thanked whatever
Higher being that allowed him to be there.
"You'll never know dear, how much I love you."
Closing his eyes slowly, the boy sighed happily.
Finally, the one thing he wanted
In all his four years of life, he received.
The only thing he strived for, the only
Thing he slaved for.
His world, His paradise.
The Outside.
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
He must have been asleep for hours,
Because it is now completely
Dark outside, strange noises echo
And the new world that the
Boy so desperately loved and cherished
Starts to scare him. A twig snaps in the distance and
The boy jumps up to look for a
Hiding place. Being in the middle
Of the meadow, he can't
Find anywhere to hide fast enough
And despite the moonlight,
The boy can't see much, his eyes
Had gotten accustomed to light in the short
Time frame he had been out. So, with fear eating at him
He uses his last spurt of energy.
Closing his eyes, he
Does some hand signs, and a blue spark of
Deeply concentrated energy turnes into a
Hallowed out tree. Waiting, he quiets his soon
To be sniffles of lost hope. Voices assault
His ears and he cowers lower, head tucked tightly
In his knees and his arms wrapped
Tightly around himself.
He knows he's fighting a lost battle when
The voices get closer and the tree he
Resides in is cut in half and his sniffling, pitiful form
Is without the comfort of shelter for all to see.
The last thing he remembers before
A prick in his neck puts him in a dreamless slumber
Are the wicked faces staring down at him,
Laughing.
And when he awakens, he is
Just in time to see
The 3 foot inch iron door close and the boy
Starts to hyperventilate as his newly
Discovered world slowly leaves him
And his eyes widen in an attempt to memorize
What the outside looks like, because
He knows
He'll never see it again.
The Outside.
Freedom.
His Freedom.
His mouth rounds as a
Silent scream, a silent
Plea escapes him.
No.
Not again.
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"Yes, we caught him easily, it seems
That the DNA transplant was
Effective, Lord Orochimaru-sama.
His Water and Earth chakra
Are forming the Wood Release
Perfectly, just like
The First's."