Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.. if I did, Haku would be still breathing and Sasuke would have died by now...

A/N: My first ever fanfic.. i don care if u flame me.. any type of criticism is allowed.. english ain't my primary language, so if there's any grammatical errors, pls correct me..

Summary: A couple of one-shots regarding the children of Naruto. Kind of angst. Non-yaoi (of course). R&R onegai shimasu.


Hear their Sadness and Sorrow

The summer wind was blowing furiously that particular night. The leaves rustled, the crickets sang. Laughter can be heard at the nearby Hidden Leaf summer festival. Children and parents enjoying themselves, smiles across their faces, without a worry in the world. Beneath all of the joy and happiness, some were suffering... suffering from the things they didn't do. In the dead of the night, faint sobs can be heard...

In an apartment, alone, sat a certain blond haired boy, not older than 6 years old, crying because of the hateful stares he received daily, no one to cling on... Being so young, he never knew the love of a parent.

Inside the great Uchiha mansion, an Uchiha prodigy can be seen running, tear drops on his face... tears of fear. He just kept running and running, wanting to be away from his brother, passing through countless of the proud Uchiha clan cold corpses.

Not far from there, a Hyuuga child sat frozen upon his father's once warm body, tears running down violently, burying his face to the lifeless being. In his heart, he screamed, screamed from his inescapable fate. His warm heart became ice cold, freezing everything out of his life.


It was a calm winter's day in the Hidden Mist. The drizzling snow blended together with the cold breeze... So peaceful and serene… Though the purity of white snow is all around, the smell of fresh blood is in the air…

As the snow falls, a boy can be seen lying on the hard cold ground. The snow and cold wind doesn't seem to bother him very much. He just stayed there, dropping small tears, staring at his blood-stained hands. The house behind him had ice spikes through it, blood dripping from its pointed edges. He lost everything that was precious to him on that fateful day. He shuddered at the thought, the thought that no one will ever need him anymore. A child has to go through all this just because he possessed his mother's bloodline limit...


The midnight air was unusually cold that night, an alien weather for the citizens of the Hidden Sand. While others were drifting to dreamland, a boy was awake, awake as he ever been. There he stood by the gleaming rays of the moon, before a bloody being that was once his uncle (A/N: or is it his aunt? if i'm wrong, correct me onegai shimasu). Small traces of dried tears can be seen on his face. Though, his face had that creepy sense of nothingness written on it. For a child that young, he had no fear or sadness looking at his dead relative. It seems that something had become even colder than the midnight weather. Once again an innocent boy's heart hardens. It seems that even the glowing moon won't seem to melt the child's stone heart…

Arisa: Like it? Hate it? Pls review if u want me to continue this... once again, i don care if u flame me. Thanks for reading!