Well, as you can see the title is actually from the Bleach Movie (Memories of Nobody) but i liked the title P.

This is just the intro to the fic i'm writing. And, as i'll have a whole week off i'll be able to update quite soon (. Well, hope you like it... Flames and comments are welcome.

Ja nê.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor any of it's characters -believe me, if i did there would be more angst and more SasuNaru smut :3)-

I watched as everyone's backs were turned to me; as pairs of feet left me, crouching, where I was, without even a backward glance.

But it's something I'm used to already. I may be cold inside, but not as cold as they are. It's painful, I know. I know too well what it's like not to be loved by anyone for who I truly am. No one has ever been there when I was frightened, nor held my hand when I couldn't find my way back.

I knew and wanted to forget those painful memories. "Memories of nobody", as some might say. After all, what point is there to live if you don't exist for anyone, and the few people who have a vague idea of who you are simply hate you for what you are.

No, I didn't want that anymore. I wanted to love somebody; anybody, it didn't really matter who he or she truly was. Someone to care and comfort me when I was in need, whom I could trust with my life.

Tears rolled down his face, making his dazzling azure eyes shimmer: not out of joy but out of sadness.

I didn't want to be there anymore. I wanted to leave that damned place with all my heart. I had no fond memories of it. I loathed it, yet in some sick way I yearned for something that would, maybe, never be mine: love.

Frustrated he curled up into a ball, covering his ears with both his hands, his mop of blond hair covering his eyes.

What he failed to see was a dark-haired boy, not much older than him staring at him with deep sadness. He felt sorry for the blond kid. Everytime he saw him cry himself to sleep, which happened very often, he felt like dying inside.

Maybe it was too much... No, not maybe; definitely. It was definitely too much for a boy who's barely 12 to go through.

Yes, it was cruel. But I was forced to fake a smile everyday until now, just in case anyone wanted to take me with them. And that was my life and the beginning of my story. My name is Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto.

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That night I had a dream. I can't remember who or what it was about, but I was engulfed in a warm and happy feeling.