~Sixteen: Hated~
Naruto cried himself to sleep on the night of his eighteenth birthday. He had been glared at and had objects thrown at him all day, and now he was (figuratively) licking his wounds here in the woods.
He slept uneasily, the truth of what he was swirling around in his mind even as a shadow detached itself from beneath the trees and crept over to curl around him protectively.
He was hated.
Hated by all of them…
Except Sasuke.
Sasuke, who risked capture by Konoha shinobi for being so close.
Sasuke curled his tall, lithe body around his former-rival and secret friend protectively, wishing he could somehow protect the short blonde teenager from the hatred of others.
He would do anything to protect Naruto. Anything.
Okay, so from here onwards the chapters are going to be a little more substantial.
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~Ashuri