He could feel his eyes watering. He had worked so hard. Yet it seemed it had been for nothing. So much had happened since he started understanding.
Sitting on the swing watching his classmates celebrating with their families made him hurt even more.
Hearing the whispers, "Che, the dobe failed."
"...demon brat. Can you imagine him actually becoming a Ninja?"
"Can you believe them letting that demon child to..."
"...with him holding the.." "Shh...you know Sandaime-samas law!"
Looking at them all through his tears Naruto remembered.
Four year-old Uzumaki Naruto had always wondered why everyone seemed to hate him. All he wanted was for someone to smile at him, someone to play with, and someone to hold him when he was sad.
He knew that the looks he got were not nice. Naruto did not know what he had done to get such mean looks. Even his silent watchers sometimes looked at him meanly. Though if asked how he could tell through their masks he could only shrug and say, "I just do."
