Authoress' Note: Hey guys. This was a small little something written in the 5 minutes I had to take a break from my french project. I'm really sorry to all the readers of Living Arrangements; I will get the final chapter up, but I am making no promises as to when. I'm extremely busy right now, and I just don't have the time. I may intermittently put out these small drabble type things once every while to placate you until then. Again, I apologize. Please enjoy this instead. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
He was only a replacement, nothing more; simply a shadow, a mockery, of the real thing. He knew that, and he decided that it didn't bother him; it shouldn't bother him.
So what if he couldn't make her smile half as bright as he could?
So what if he couldn't sense what was wrong with her and take action accordingly like he could?
So what if he couldn't comfort her when she was upset like he could?
So what if all she wanted to do when she looked at him was cry, instead of smile like she'd done with he?
So what if the only time she would really talk with him, really attach herself to him was when he showed his eye?
So what if all this hurt him?
What did it matter anyway? After all, he was only a replacement, and unfortunately for her, the replacement she was looking for was for someone irreplaceable.