Momento : The boy who wrote my name
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. too bad, huh?
Author's Notes: The first time I've written a Naruto fanfiction, I was kinda reluctant to write on because I haven't finished the series at all. I'm still keeping whomever Naruto's paired with a secret. (I can only guarantee you guys that it is yaoi/shounen-ai) Although the truth is, I really don't who it should be…gets stabbed Suggestions please?
"My name?"
"Yeah, write it down."
"But I---"
"What?!!"
"I….don't know how to write."
Time seemed to play the tyrant. The man stared at him, his eyes wide with shock. The blonde boy simply stared at him back. Boys his age should be already aware on how to write.
"Your parents?"
"I don't think I have any. . ."
"Well, then…go away. I don't want to teach a kid who can't write!"
The older man turned his back on the blonde, ignoring the boy's pleas. When the boy realized that doing so would remain futile, he picked up the pen placing the tip on top of the paper, his hands doing rough strokes, strokes of various sizes, his efforts created a mess.
Unreadable and pathetic.
The boy could feel the tears brimming out of his eyes.
"I want to write……my name…"
Rough hands caught his, appearing from behind was an unfamiliar face, a boy who seemed to be the same age as him.
"Hey, what's your name anyway?" He inquired.
"Uzumaki, Naruto…"
"Oh. Okay!" He replied with a smile. He bent towards the table, coaxing Naruto to do the same. His hand gently guiding Naruto's….the pen moving, forming his name.
"U-ZU-MA-KI, NA-RU-TO"
"There! You wrote it!" The other boy grinned even wider.
"T-Thanks…" Naruto could feel an unexplainable rush through his whole body. His eyes looking at the other boy with great adoration and respect.
"Well then, Naruto…see ya!" With that, the boy took off. Shouting at the older man, saying something about how other people should know about his maltreatment to other students.
"W-Wait!"
"Eh?"
"W-What's your name?"
The other boy looked at Naruto with a sympathetic look on his face.
"My name is---"
Naruto's POV
I woke up sweating profusely; the small fan could never get rid of the damn summer heat. Yes, even in the middle of the night, I managed to wake up.
Still forcing myself to remember.
Why….why should I always wake up from that part? Why…? Just when I should already know his name!
Was I…forced to forget? Did I want to forget?
No….I wanted to remember. I wanted to remember who he was.
Who was he?
Who?
I plopped down my back to my bed, still trying to remember.
The boy who wrote my name.
To be continued…..
Author's Notes: Good, Bad? Reviews please! :3 I would really appreciate it! Sorry if it's short…but this is just a prologue to the whole story. I cannot more if I get enough feedback and happily, DO NOT GET ANY FLAMES. Thank you!