Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Naruto Uzumaki used to be blank.
A blood-red piece of paper that was just there, just to be in existence, no real meaning.
Sometimes, the paper would ripple or move, trying to get closer to the many stains of color nearby, but was always pulled away by the wind. A force that was entirely stronger than him. It hurt.
Until that tiny splotch of peach dared to paint its surface, somehow making a big difference with the speck of color.
The dot spread, until it was covering a good part of the red sheet.
Soon, other splatters followed it. A splotch of white, a pink speck fairly close to a blue-black swirl, all grouped together in a corner. It created a sort of pattern that inched across the surface, blending and becoming a part of the paper.
Now, splotches of dots seemed to be raining on the paper. Two raven-purple dots that kept clear of each other; a weird yellow-blond splat that looked as if trying to get in between the pink and blue-black dots, but failing as the pink threatened to overtake it.
A silver dot, the same color of light reflecting off a kunai sat next to the bigger of the purple dots, along with a camo-green dot that filled up space in an energetic fashion. These three dots were enclosed by an olive-green line that twisted and twirled at random angles.
A dusty brown-black line blocked one side of the smaller raven-purple dot along with a light brown squiggle that blocked off the other side, forming a sort of barrier.
In another corner, two splotches, one an intelligent brown and another bright yellow stood off to the side, both slowly making their way to the blond splotch.
Most of the original red was now gone, as the patches of color grew.
Another color dropped into existence; a tiny red speck like the color of hot desert sand. (Though a shade lighter than the blood red.) It stood off to the side, isolated. But it made an attempt to grow bigger. And it did.
Suddenly, a drop of blood-red appeared, tearing the pink and blond dots apart from each other. The blue-black dot was no barely more than a speck, but it still had a place. Some proof that it exists.
A pure black spot joins the fray, trying to fit where the blue-black used to be. The pink makes an attempt to push it out, but accepts that it is there.
Now all the dots-even the sand red- are coming together, blending smoothly in harmony.
Another wave of blood-red tries to force the colors out, but is cleared away from the paper along with all the others as a flood of pure snow white crashes onto them.
Peace.
There is a faint trace of soft red and yellow at the top, before everything comes rushing back, all the colors raining down onto the white surface in steady splatters.
Together, they all spread out, erasing any trace of empty white and filling it with color. It all comes together and-strangely-blends in perfectly with the next.
He is something now.
He is filled.
A/N This totally random idea popped into my head at 1 in the morning yesterday. I just had to write it.