A/N: I'm new here so, comments and criticisms are accepted. Thanks
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine
Simple Pain
Maybe he was a tad too unfeeling. But it can't be helped. Tears do not determine the pain.
Like he cared to remember, but it was like that since the start. Pitch black darkness. Had he asked why he exists? Perhaps, but the world heard neither whispers nor cries. It's not like he was that worse off; his village did not left him to rot in the cold. He had somewhat of a memory; no one loved him enough to show it. But, perhaps, at one point, someone did. Even a baby monster could not survive on its own.
So he hung on that last notion. Perhaps, a person cared for him long enough to make him stand on his own. And then, he was off to live alone in a world he was hungry to be part of.
But if that someone did exist, then maybe… just maybe… he was once loved. And if indeed, then maybe, he could be loved again.
That was his petite logic. The best his plain mind could do.
Then he grew up. Someone took care of his material necessities. But care was a bit short of expression. That someone never wiped his tears when the shirt he supplied failed to.
He was something more than a vessel. Adults were wary of the threat he pose. But how could a young boy understand he was a weapon? However he was made, no one would tell him. Well, no one would even speak to him long enough to give him time to ask.
So painstakingly simple was he that sometimes it hurts. He would do with a smile. He would do with a word. Even if that be offending, at least someone was actually talking to him. They knew he was there. He soon found out it was easier to get attention when something went bad. His villagers were bent to notice every bad thing he did.
And he was alright with being stupid. It actually grew on him. Because as the idiot, he was the center of attention. No matter if that attention was bad, all he needed was attention, and he was so simple he would do with that.
But he was more than the moron he was content to play. He never realized he was best when he was alone. When there was no pressure to act stupid, or else they wouldn't know. He was too damn simple and too damn loud. He was ok with that.
He didn't think of deceiving people with his smile. When he said he's happy from your simple treat, he meant he really was. That is why it hurts. Because it takes too little to please him, when you can take so much from him in return.
Come to think of it, he risked his life for me at least twice, for a stupid promise I knew he would keep. But I was nice to everyone but him, because I don't know why.
A/N: First ever posted. Kindly REVIEW, if you had fun, or whatever. It was not funny, I know.