Hi. It has been a whils hasn't it? Well, I was completely fustrated with the way the story was going so I simply stopped. After this long break, I've decided to return and tackle this story, but I completely rewrote it. Well, I hope you like it and I'm open to suggestions. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me.
Life is lonely. It is despicable. Filled with dark and ugly, selfish, sinful people—myself included—who are so damn prideful, greedy, self-seeking, and evil by nature.
Life in what we so call 'civilization' is no different from the life in the wilderness—survival of the fittest.
I am the grass, the worm, the scum. At the bottom of the social hierarchy, I grudgingly claim the position as the unworthy 'thing'; the only position open to me.
I serve my mistress as she is the hope of her family. I protect her and follow her wherever she goes, like a helpless dog. Like a pathetic, whimpering dog that begs for its mistress' attention.
Disgusting.
I want out!
Here I am working, scraping, saving every extra penny to free myself from this bond of false servitude, while she throws bones and scraps upon my head.
It pains me most, however, that no one is stopping me from leaving.
No one cares.
Yet if I were to leave, the icy world will swallow me in a single gulp.
Until I can fend for myself, I have to wear this chain, this leash of humiliation.
I want out. I will get out!
~Naruto