'Ello, Shinobi back again. –Ducks multiple sharp object thrown in her direction- Hey! –gets hit with a book as she scans the shadows for her attacker- Owie… Okay, I did deserve that. I know what you're thinking and yes, I'm still trying to work out the plot for my other stories. But for now, you get this.
In all honesty, I am forced to admit that this drabble was written long ago. If it is possible that you participate in Naruto RPGs you might have seen it, as I did incorporate it into a character post with Naruto and Jiraiya-sama.
No pairings to warn of, it's basically my commentary on an early Naruto.
Disclaimer: What did I just say? My commentary on Kishimoto's Naruto.Oh the Lies They They Tell - The Tragic Hero
After so many years of working together, his team no long asks why
he wears a mask. They gave up a long time ago, tired of trying
to see the real him, driven mad by his open-ended answers. To
them, it doesn't seem like he's hurting himself by wearing it. He's
not hiding like Hinata does, scared to be speak out in fear that
someone might notice. Nor does he bear it in such a futile
attempt to push others away as Sasuke tries to.
No…
No, he grins up into the faces of his peers and his teachers,
only to be greeted with glares of disgust. To them, he is
the fool who disrupts the class with his pranks and his
laughter, and the monster that has no reason to live but to
remind them of that day. And it is only in the brief periods
following his follies that the boy attains what he truly wants:
to be accepted and acknowledged.
To him, it doesn't matter that he feels like crying when a
brief smile touches their lips. Doesn't matter that inside he
wants to cry, wants to run away. He just grins along – having
nothing to smile about, his pain and misery long ago overcame
his happiness – acting just as stupid as the teme thinks him to
be, and as much idiot as his crush sees him as.
It doesn't matter to him that within seconds
he'll be forgotten again, pushed aside and hated.
For those few seconds he's valued, for that
short moment he's not on the outside.
But it does matter…
Fifteen years ago the Yondaime Hokage
saved the village hidden in the leaves.
Fifteen years ago, two lives were sacrificed
– one to be remembered forever, the other
to be cursed in the process.
In the last moments of his life, the
Yondaime wished for only one thing:
For an orphan child, the very
one he was holding, to grow up loved…
To be respected…
Revered…
And honored as the hero of Konoha…
Of course fate has a cruel sense
of humor, for misfortune
often blights the life of a true hero…
This is the fate of the Jinchûriki…
The tragic hero…