A small update, just not to make you wait too much.
Chapter7
Library
After dinner, Naruto was brought to his room by Kyuubi himself. Through the way, Naruto and Kyuubi were having an interesting chit-chat. The red-haired man talked about art and Naruto was listening intently, although he didn't quite understand everything Kyuubi said. It had started with Naruto's comment about the design of the mansion and later developed into a small debate of art. The blond contributed with everything he knew, yet Kyuubi was the one who talked most of the times.
They arrived at Naruto's room. Kyuubi looked at the small boy.
"Sleep well, Naruto". He retreated a bit hastily, as if trying to avoid something.
".. Good night…" his words were left hanging in the air. 'That was fast…'the blond thought he opened the door to his bedroom and he saw his night wear on the bed. Probably a maid left it there for him. He wriggled his nose at the white nightgown yet decided to wear it since he didn't have any other choices.
He slid the comfortable nightgown on his body and tucked himself on the bed. As he felt the soft pillow and the comfortable sheets enveloping him, he thought that all this was too good to be true.
Usually, those who gave much, wanted something important in return.
Not even 10 minutes passed and he was already asleep.
"…ruto-sam…"
"Naruto-sama…"
The blond opened his eyes to see the same maid from yesterday calling him. He mumbled something and snuggled into the sheets further. He was in his little peace of heaven. The mattress was great and the warmness he was now in was great. He didn't want to get up.
"Naruto-sama…. The master has called for you."
'Master? Oh…' He protested in a muffled sound until he finally woke up and got of the bed to go wash his face and teeth. When he returned, his bed was already made and the maid had another outfit for him prepared.
He was brought to the library. His clothes were made of silk green and silver. The maid left him at the door and bowed to him before leaving. It was weird for him, to be treated as royalty.
When he entered the library, he saw Kyuubi sitting on a chair, probably waiting for him.
"Come, take a sit". The elegant fingers motioned for the chair opposite of him. And Naruto obeyed.
Kyuubi looked at his slave with approving eyes. "It looks good on you." Naruto felt his face grow warmer from the attention and shyly thanked for the compliment.
"Today, you shall star in the library and read this book." The loud bang of the book making contact with the table in front of him made him jump a little. There were hundreds of pages. Probably as much as the Bible.
"Someone will come here and bring you lunch. I expect you'll have it finished by dinner." His tone was very strict, leaving no room for arguments. Naruto nodded and with a last glance from Kyuubi, he was left alone.
The boy sighed; he was happy that as a slave he was receiving access to the library, thus education. His Master was too nice for him… He treated him as family.
Family… that was something he saw everywhere on the streets of Konoha. Children playing with brothers and sisters, parents sharing meaningful glances between them, and others sharing a popsicle with their children. Completely the opposite from the town that he and Itachi went to. Slaves everywhere, poverty and hunger in every corner of the streets, miserable looking young men and women… How he missed his home! His bookshelves with his favourite books and… he realized he couldn't find anything else he missed… Only books….
Looking around him, he saw many books… So, why was he missing his? Maybe because they were familiar to him… Then he should get used to these, because he intended to spend his time reading them! All of them! At least, he hoped his Master would let him to…
Forgetting about his inner rants, he started reading the book which title was «Colours through History». Well, the title was very simple so he could conclude that he was about to read the Bible of art. Huh, maybe he caused a bad impression last night… It wasn't his fault. Art had never been something he would concern himself with. But if he had had an opportunity to learn about it, then he wouldn't have refused it. And now that he had it, he wasn't going to waste it…
He opened the book to the first page and his mind was absorbed by the wonders of the complexity of each colour and the most known artists of his and earlier times.
I'll get longer updates during the Easter break. I have only one more week of school to go, so... :D
