Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me and it never will.
I really felt like doing a one shot so I did. The story is short, but that's okay I guess.Note: This story is written in Naruto's point of view. I hope it's good.
Everytime you hold a flower and give it to the one you like how do you feel. I watch as you do so. I watch as you sniff that flower giggled stupidly and offered it to him. But he doesn't take it though and I smile smugly inside. You don't see it, no one else does, not him either. I'm the only one who can see it. How ugly that sunflower in your hand is.
It seems to smile brightly and selflessly but it's an ugly flower full of greed. That flower is always taking everything. It takes away the happiness that I have in my smile like the light of the sun. And the more I stare at it the more I know that it's evil and envious. It wants to be the most beautiful. To be the best and have the best, like people.
People are as greedy as they come. They want the best and will do anything to throw out the bad. They'll torture it, pull it out like a weed so the beauty could grow freely and not be stopped by a worthless weed. But that weed has more meaning than anything else.
That weed tries to live any way that it could. It tries to grow even though it knows it can't. That flower doesn't try, people let it. But the weed isn't allowed to because it isn't pretty. Even so that weed is determined and will grow until no one can stop it.
I like the weed more, because it's not pretty. I like it because it's more like me than anything else. But I guess that if someone was to look at me and describe me truthfully than I would be that Sunflower.
That's what someone told me a long time ago. They told me that I was always so happy. That I shone like the yellow petals of the happy flower. I guess I was a little happy then. I thought maybe I could grow up to be beautiful and be the best. Even so it didn't seem to matter to the people around me though. They stared higher than a sunflower, they looked to the roses.
He was like a rose. He was beautiful and elegant. Everything everyone wanted to be. The most beautiful one of them all. And they stared at him and urged him to be the best and he suceeded. They watered and nurtured him. They gave him the best. So he was the best.
And when I look more everyone seems to be a flower. Everyone except for me, because I'm a weed in their eyes. But even so I will grow, because in truth weeds never die. So I will never die and neither will my spirit.
So what did everyone think about my short one shot. Please review, I really want some feed back on this story.
