Small A/N: Since chapters are short I shall do two updates in one day. Think of this book like mini drabbles all pressed together into one story. They were meant to be short.

Apples Makes Friends

For five years I grew up alone.

Then I met Sasuke.

Sasuke was my first friend.

Keep that in mind while I write this out, okay?

I'll tell you how we met.

Despite how trashy the Crypt was not everyone was an imbecile, a dumbass, or a criminal. Really, a lot of the people that milled around this stupid place had an intelligence to battle that one guy with the funny white hair. What was his name again...Einsting? Whatever. Anyways. Over time a market of sorts came up. This market was a mega-mart that literally sold you anything. I mean it. Anything.

Clothes? You just turn a right and a whole street is lined up with venders making clothes from the discarded items slung around.

Water and Food? Well of course. What market would it be without such things?

Prostitution? Well only the best for us wayward scums!

Information? Of course! How else are we going to learn news about what's going on behind the wall? Obviously we don't care but a lot of us have vendettas so information is one of the biggest goldmines, first in line before necessities and prostitution.

From the time I was a kid I realized I had a pretty good nose and some wicked agile movements. Sometimes I'd be referred to as 'Kyuubi' because of my whisker scars. Yeah. I know. Fucking original. I used my abilities to steal.

Now... where in the world would I steal from? Surely not from the Crypt. I wouldn't be so cruel to steal from others suffering just like me?

Yeah... Yeah I would. I was a selfish brat, okay?

So I was running through the alleyways, carrying my latest theft: A bag of apples someone smuggled in from Marvel. A fresh coat of rain just hit us the other night so everything was soppy and gross. About three men were chasing me, each armed with their own weapon. A boat. A crowbar. A shoe...

Don't ask.

I had ran on all fours and was beating them by a landslide. I easily evaded them by taking a sharp turn into a little hole that led out to another part of the street. Those idiots ran by me without even batting an eye. Feeling pretty good about myself, I let my guard down and didn't notice the hand that gripped my shirt.

"Oi!" I remember screaming. Superiority was my backslash those days. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh? Yah can't just grab up my shirt!"

God... When I look back. I feel like half-laughing, half-sobbing over how innocent and small Sasuke used to be. I swear if he read this now he'd have even more a reason to strangle me. Sasuke was tiny. Mad tiny. With a body worn down from lack of food and a high intake of fear. He looked at me like I was his saving grace and his dying wish. Poetic, huh? Been practicing that line.

Big, onyx doe eyes were watering, pleading. Something in my icy five-year-old heart melted. Or jumped. Leaped. Insert something else poetic right here. I sighed and bent down to his level. "Neeee. Don't look at me like that. I had every right to yell! You don't just grab onto someone's shirt like that man! Here." I gave him an apple. One of the medium-sized ones because I was saving the biggest one for myself. "Eat up and don't cry, okay?"

When you watch a stranger eat one of your stolen apples you really get to sit down and process a few things. That, if someone as small and vulnerable was wondering around the Crypt, confused and a wimp, he was definitely alone.

Like me.

So my heart grew a little bigger. Only by an inch.

"What's your name, Kid?"

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

A rat scurried by.

We looked at each other.

Then he smiled.

"Sasuke Uchiha."

And... yeah. That was it.