Righto…this was written 6 hours after Mourning as a semi-sequel that isn't really related at all. I loathe the last line…and that's my 30th attempt at it, and when I gave up on it. I just couldn't think of a way to end it.
Enjoy.
Happiness
For Naruto, happiness was black.
It was an uncaring gaze among everyone else's scorn. It was an ally in the middle of a fight. It was the shared experience of loneliness. It was the camaraderie of a sparring. It was the inevitability of hundreds of bruises just to land one in return. It was ignorance while everyone else spat at his feet. It was the understanding of true pain. It was a desire to prove himself worthy. It was infatuation. It was betrayal. It was hatred. It was faith. It was joy. It was pain.
For Naruto, happiness was drowned in swirling red eyes.
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