Naruto sat on his window sill bench, looking out the window to the rain. Naruto watched as his breath slightly fogged up the window only to disappear in a few seconds and reappear again.
With a sigh naruto leaned his head on the wall behind him, eyes never leaving the rain.
He smiled a small smile at it. Remembering when he was young and how much he enjoyed the rain. The rain is his lullaby. Sung by a mother not there. It was a heartbeat only he could hear and others turned away from. The wind was his embrace. As it caressed his body it a hug. Are wrapped around him whispering sweet nothings are helping feel the silence with its silent scream.
The thunder covered up his screams of torture.
The rain hid his tears.
The wind hid him.
It was nice. Times like this. No one to expect nothing of him. No one to criticizes him. Naruto shuddered at the memory of a pink hair girl came to mind.
Liars.
They think so highly of themselves. Thinking they're not the same as everyone else. The lie between them and the villagers is very thin. They said they wouldn't use him as a tool. Yet the pester him to fix this and that. All because they can't get off their asses and do it. They say they don't blame me for what he can't control.
More lies.
How was he supposed to control what the villagers did? He would be smarter but he's not allowed in the library, and no one wanted to teach him. It's not his fault he grew up the way he did. But they still call him and idiot and loser.
Those words hurt the same as demon and monster.
Turning his head away from the window, naruto got up to go to bed. He was tired.
Tired of it all.