The Friends
Naruto lived on his own until the age of seven, when his teacher found out he was an orphan.
He lived on the streets until he was six, when the mayor found out he was homeless.
He lived without money until five, when he began to pickpocket.
He lived without love or simple common courtesy until four, when he ran into an old man as he was fleeing a merchant and his dogs.
There were no scruples until he was three, and overheard wicked Father Mizuki's sermon, and absorbed the thought of God.
There was no humanity until he was two and managed to crawl out of the primitive sewer he had been tossed into almost at birth, surviving on animal instinct and rotten food, assisted only by a few sympathetic rats.
There was no light until he was one, and found the manhole he would spend the next year trying to reach.
There were friends every step of the way, ranging from bestial; to imaginary; to the true flesh, blood, bone, and gristle of humans, rare as it may be.
He thought life was wonderful.
Yep, another one. Im so glad to be back i figured i'd give y'all another 2 chapters before i start crunching on my summer work.
AP classes... are brutal.