Hellos! I stayed up listening to 'Hey Soul Sister,' and wrote about this story. I dont know if I should add a prologue into it, but right now this story popped into my head. So what the heck? Lets give it a shot.
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I'm not new writing stories, but this is the first story I would post on this account. My old stories are in my other account that I will update and re-write later!
Jamiegray01 was mah old account . ;p
So yes, please enjoy and give me your opinions. At least review ;]
-denicka
Poke The Forehead
Chapter 1: 3 kids
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"NARUTO!" a flash of blond running through the crowded streets. Everyone glanced at the retreating boy. Their eyes full of detest or discontent only filled the boys sullen mood. His eyes glancing everywhere only finding the villagers disapproval of him.
"Naruto!" he stared at the chaos behind him. He knew in his 7 year old mind that they would be blaming him this incident.
16 minutes earlier
"Ew, it's the demon," A few murmurs at the silent library. Naruto peeked over the golden yellow book. He saw a few people glare at the book, trying to penetrate it to him. Also, he saw people leaving the library as soon as they saw him.
He continued to read the wonderful contents of the book, ignoring everyone's rude gesture.
His eyes flickered as he read to himself. The book was so good!
It was about the 4th Hokage, Minato Namizake. In the picture book, Naruto imagined him being like him. Well both of them did have blue eyes and blonde hair. His eyes dazzled as he saw how the 4th, defeated his enemies, saving the village from the 9-tailed fox.
The 9-tailed fox that was sealed inside him.
He felt his pits of his stomach grumble, he hated it! Even if the 4th Hokage did protect the village, why him? Why did he feel the pain for being the container? Why him out of every child in the village?
He gripped the book hardly, as he turned the pages he saw the red detailed fox, its evil grin hypnotizing him.
Ding. Ding.
The door's bell ringing as soon if someone step underneath it. His trance from the book trailed to 2 people walking in. Both were identical, only one had longer hair and the other had it spike from the back. The older guy was probably 10 and the other boy about his age.
He smiled at them, he smiled a very broken smile. How bad he felt every time he saw special bonds between two people. How he detested it, it always killed him inside. He knew why, he exactly knew why he hated it. It was because, he always knew he would never, ever feel that bond.
Continuing to read the well known book, his eyes began to explore it thoroughly.
He was on the last page, the familiar page he always reads. It was an illustrations of tree's, leaves detailing the village of Kohona. Aligned of every race possible in the village, several clan leaders, and other important faces held each other hands. It almost seemed as if they were connected, their detailed facial expression showing joy and hope, but Naruto knew better. His sapphire eyes detested this part of the book.
It was him.
A young baby in a weave basket and he was wrapped in a blue cloth. In the picture, it seemed if he was at the highest point of peace. They also drew him with a small smile on his lips.
He glared at the photo, his cheeks numbing as his frown deepened. His ears perked as he heard the people mumble more rumors about him, their hate and animosity was all bunching up on his shoulders. His small and narrow shoulders.
All the spectators watch Naruto, with all the same stare they always give. Those empty stares that did nothing but torment him.
"AAURGGH!" He ripped the page. He ripped every inch of it, from those harmonious drawing, with everyone surrounding him! The picture was all wrong! He did not cause peace or harmony, only pain.
His crystal tears slide to his cheek to his chin.
"Look at that monster!"
"Look what he did!"
"Call the cops!"
He looked at his small chubby hands, they were filled with scraps of paper. The paper he seemed to only read in this library, was torn.
He felt a strong shove from behind him. His chest bumping into the table.
"Get up," He saw the person behind him glaring at him. They were the security that was eating at the bakery shop earlier. His eyes held the same emotion as the rest, his large hands grabbing Naruto's collar. He pulled him out of the chair, "Walk."
Naruto walked toward the exit, with the security guard still gripping on his jacket. He innocently glanced at the several doors, regarding different rooms for categorize books. He saw one of the doors opening, and the brothers from earlier strode out.
As the younger one rode on the broader shoulders of his older brother. Naruto watched the older brother too focused on the babbling little boy to notice him. Naruto glanced at the younger boy, he stared at him too. However, this stare was different. It gave a new question to Naruto. What was the emotion behind those dark orbs?
Naruto then was shoved hard enough for him to fall. His elbows and knees scraping on the carpet, and his forehead bumped on the floor. He heard small murmurs, something like he deserved it.
His dried tears were soon starting to get moist as more water welled in his eyes.
The officer now gripped him harder, yanking him from the ground and placed him on his feet. Wiping his tears and snot, he continued to walk to the librarians.
"Apologize," the officer rammed his head down, to make him bow.
"Sorry,"
Naruto didn't dare stare at the librarians eyes. He already knew what they would have in store for him. He then was shoved again, after a few sentences exchange with the librarian to the officer.
Naruto gripped his left hand, inside held a tiny piece of paper. The picture of the baby, with a spiral seal on his stomach.
He eyeballed at the exit a couple feet away from the officer and him. He then rubbed the glossy paper between his fingers. Feeling energy rise to him, he bolted.
16 minutes now.
Escaping everyone's gazes he softly sat on the cardboard underneath him. He was in the alley, he barely manage to escape the officer's chase.
He stared at the starry sky, even for a city he could see every star evident on the somber sky.
Fixing his tiny home, he adjusted the cardboard box the way he like it. Adjusting how the bottom part goes to the wall. Naruto examined the alley with the lights from the windows from the apartments he went for the recycling boxes.
Picking up a hand full of newspapers. He entered his big box and fell asleep.
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A young 6 year old glanced at the big window. Dividing her and her parents that were climbing into the car. She saw the maid bowing while their butler carried their suitcase in the trunk of the car.
"Where's Sakura-chan?" A gentle voice asked the maid.
"At the spot," The maid glanced at the giant window.
Sakura felt her eyes puff up water. Sakura bit her lower lip, hugging her white bunny closer to her then ever.
She saw her dad exchange a suitcase, knowing the contents in it, cold cash. She then saw her mom hugging the servants. Sakura soon felt light jade eyes caught her through the window.
Sakura feeling her mothers eyes caught her, she blushed in embarrassment and instantly slid to hide herself.
Her mother sighed, there she goes again.
Sakura sneaked a look and saw her mother getting in the car. As it engine bursted to life, Sakura ran downstairs. She slammed the door open and watch the car drive a couple blocks away.
She was too late. Biting her lower lip once more, she cried. Crying all her heart content. The maid and butler quickly turned to the young heir.
"Saku-chan," The maid whispered, giving her a gentle smile.
Her eyes obviously blurred through the flood of tears. The butler gave the maid a concerning glance.
"Sakura-chan, are you hungry?" The maid carried the petite girl. Sakura nodded, sniffing her nose.
The maid walking in the large French doors, still calming the pink haired girl. The butler right behind their trail, shutting the door behind him. He went to the family's parlor to store the large sums of cash.
Sakura's loud sobs settled, but her hiccup could be heard throughout the mansion.
"Ayuuka, I wa-ant pan-ncakes," Sakura whispered in Ayuuka's ear.
"Yes, Sakura-chan!"
Sakura watched Ayuuka walked through the open sitting area toward the kitchen. Ayuuka gently placed her on the stool. Sakura smiled at Ayuuka for placing her on her favorite chair.
"NAGASHI-KUN!" Sakura screamed, setting Mr. Tofu on the island counter.
"Yes Sakura-chan?" the middle-aged butler, came in. "We're making pancakes!" Sakura who's mood now different from the minute earlier.
Nagashi quickly smiled at Ayuuka who were bringing the ingredients out, "I want waffles."
Ayuuka playfully glared at the brown-haired butler.
"Wonder who cooking them," She sarcastically said winking at Sakura.
"Oh! Mr. Tofu needs his apron!" Sakura pulled on the bunny's paws.
Ayuuka carefully tied her curly black hair into a bun, and washed her hands before contaminating the food.
Hearing the loud stomps of running, she gently looked up at the ceiling.
Sakura scrammed to her room. She just ran up the fine oak stairs, that were carefully carpeted. Touching the railings each step she went, her bunny, Mr. Tofu accidentally got stuck.
Sakura wide-eyed still clung to Mr. Tofu. "Awh, what should I do?" She then grabbed her hair ruffling it.
Sakura's innocent eyes bulge as her precious stuff animal dropped down.
"Mr. Tofu!" She rolled down the stairs, but uninjured.
"Mr. Tofu, are you okay?" She grabbed her stuff animal and squeeze it.
Sakura then looked up the stairs, ascending away.
Finally re-climbing the stairs she headed to that large room. Two doors on the opposite sides of the room either heading to two main hallways. Crossing all the expensive furniture, and headed toward the door.
She walked toward the right direction, this was the fun part of the house. Tippy toeing to open the silver knob, she then entered another hallway. This hallway had 8 doors all together, then she picked the door across from the entry door.
Tippy toeing once again, she then entered the staircase room. Reaching the 3rd floor, which was blocked by a beautiful white door. The wooden door was decorated with cherry blossom trees with their pink petals settling in the drawn air.
Smiling at the pretty door, she then entered her beautiful room. Her room would fit at least 250 people with something to do.
She walked towards the mini-dresser just for Mr. Tofu. She opened the kitchen labeled drawer and pulled out a baby blue apron.
"Here you go Mr. Tofu," She tied the strings into a bow.
"Sakura your pancakes are ready," She heard Ayuuka's voice through the voice dispatcher.
"Mhmm, pancakes," She ran downstairs, with Mr. Tofu in a blue apron.
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Feeling a warm and hard feeling on his back, he only snuggled towards it receiving its warmth. Twitching his closed eyes, he slapped the man behind him.
"Stop moving," He said grumpily as he snuggled at the warm comforter.
"Sasuke, its time for breakfast," he smirked at how cute his little brother was, when irritated.
"10 more minutes, Itachi!" this little boy slapped Itachi's nose. "Ow Sasuke!" Itachi tried to check for his red nose. Itachi ready to blow a witty comment ended up shutting up. Yes. Itachi shut up as he saw Sasuke's nostril making a notorious snot bubble. Booger bubble? No a snot bubble.
Holding his pleased smile, he laid his head on the fluffy pillow letting sleep engulf him and his little brother.
5 minutes later
Sasuke's snort bubble blew gigantic enough to splatter on Itachi's hair.
Another 7 minutes
"Sasuke! Are you sleeping in Itachi's room again?!" A hearty voice yelled in the room. "I'm lucky to be your mother," She evilly thought of banging the door but had a better idea.
Opening the dark curtains, letting the sunshine pour into the newly lit room. She eyed her two sons, who were cuddled in the blanket. She had to admit it, this was one of those adorableness moments. Thanking god for their good looks, meaning she didn't have to find them a 'girlfriend'.
Watching the other children eating breakfast with their parents. She secretly smiled at them, holding the covers, then PULL!
The two stirred at the coldness engulfing while the sun burned through the window.
"Itachi, wake up before I get your father in here," Her innocent voice filled with threats.
Itachi's eye popped open and wandered towards his mother.
"Morning mother," he barely grinned at her.
"Wake your brother up, I want breakfast like a real family," taking the woven basket full of laundry.
"Yes mother," Itachi saw Sasuke who was now shivering. Slightly taking his surroundings, he saw something was off. Their was too much light in his room, too much.
His eyes rolled, thinking of a way to get back at his mother.
"Why do we fight for you, Sasuke?" He looked at his brother who's tiny body hidden in the giant pillows.
"Sasuke wake up!" Itachi sugar-coated voiced grumbled to Sasuke.
Sasuke popped out of the pillows, his eyes fully expressing shock. Sasuke crinkled his nose and gave an Itachi, did you really say it in that kind way look.
"Mom wants a real family breakfast," Itachi walking out the room with a red towel in his hand. As Itachi walked away, Sasuke felt his face go red. He couldn't hold his laugh anymore, as he bellowed in Itachi's brightly lit room.
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"Mikoto, was that Sasuke laughing?" Fugaku sipping his tea.
"Why yes darling, what a wonderful laugh it is too," Mikoto chopping the tomatoes.
"Wonder what's so funny?" he flipped the newspaper on the other hand. Mikoto smirked at his remark, Sasuke probably saw what was on Itachi's head.
"Good morning mom and dad," Sasuke respecting his parents.
"Hn," Fugaku replied as he continued examining the paper. Sasuke frowned slightly at his father's lack of attention. "Morning Sasuke, I'm making fried egg with tomatoes," Mikoto winked at her kid.
Sasuke's eyes filled with joy of hearing tomatoes in any recipe. "Yummy," His mouth drooled. Yes, his mother Mikoto had ways on him more than one, take that Itachi.
"Where's Itachi?" Fugaku questioned.
Sasuke's joy filled eyes now hung with the words Itachi.
"I was in the shower," Itachi emotionless face popped out. Though, something was off about him. "What's wrong Itachi?" Mikoto preparing the table.
Itachi sat to his spot, and silently frowned, he glanced at Sasuke who was beet red trying to contain his laughter.
Sasuke had snot problems. Not wanting to say it to his demanding father, he just looked at Mikoto to Sasuke. Mikoto who's pleased face smiled at her son. Itachi's frown twitch, she saw it too then.
Yep, Mikoto and Sasuke saw the big booger ball on the back of his head. The disgustingly pale green colored goo, all over his precious hair.
Fugaku still entertained by the paper, was caught off guard when Mikoto snatched it away giving him a death glare.
"This family breakfast will be enjoyable," The tone of her voice had the 2 men and 1 boy straighten their backs and smiled at her.
Mikoto Uchiha was the man of the house.
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