I lean back after reading the first page of Naruto's diary. My eyes fill with tears as I remember how I treated him when I was his classmate. I'm so sorry, Naruto, I think. I had no idea. I stare at the words that he wrote. How could it all have gone so wrong? Now he had kidnapped me. And I think I know what it's about. Could it be that our stories are entwined more than I thought? I close my eyes and lean back, thinking about my own story. The story that I wrote for myself all those years ago.
I was wandering around on the streets today just trying to find my way around. I have been told that I am in the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Not that that helps much. So anyway, after walking around awhile trying to find my way out of the crowded streets I ended up on some sort of side alley sort of thing. I found this book in there. It's a plain notebook with a cover that looks like it is made of leather. There was no name on it or anything to tell of a previous owner. Well, it was a sad looking book and I got to thinking that it looked lonely, kind of like me. So I picked it up. It was blank. There was no sign that it had even been used at all, except the first few pages were torn off.
I guess this book is all I really have now that's really mine. The leader Hokage didn't say anything, but I think I'm going to have to pay this village back somehow. So none of the stuff they're giving me is actually mine. Except for this book.
So anyway, I guess I'll have to write some more about me. After all, I'm the main character of my story, and that's what the book is for. I don't actually know my story. I don't really remember anything from before last week. The earliest thing I remember is walking along a road. And then nothing. The next thing I knew, a bunch of people wearing these headbands with some sort of symbol on it were bringing me here. They questioned me a lot, but there wasn't really much I could say. But this really funny thing happened. They asked me what my name was, and just out of nowhere I opened my mouth and said, "Blue." I wasn't thinking at all. It just happened. So now my name is Blue, I guess.
So yeah. That's all my story is now. I don't know anything or anyone. I have no past, and I don't know about my future. All I know is one thing: I don't belong here. As soon as I pay back whatever debt I have, I'm leaving. I'm lost here. I don't know anything. I can tell already I won't be welcome here. I get the sense that this is a place where outsiders stay outside.
That's pretty much all I have to say. I'm lost, and I sure as heck am not going to stay that way.
-Blue