People only believe something when they see it themselves, or if there's proof to it -or maybe if they're just naive and gullible. But what if all the signs that this something is real -that it can exist- is staring Uchiha Sasuke right in the eyes...
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This chapter doesn't contain much events, but it is still important for future chapters. I suggest you read it either ways.
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"Get back here!" A young man with dark chocolate hair yelled, he tried his best to keep up with the energetic child running away from him. When said child turned a sharp corner in the many hallways of the palace, he smirked in triumph. That hall was a dead end used to observe portraits of the Yondaime's family, there was no way the trouble maker could slip from his grasp again.
Feeling smug, the brunette slowed his pace, turning the corner in a somewhat creepy manner, a creepy smile also adorned his face. But what he saw almost made him choke on his saliva, he was sure the boy had ran into this corridor. The boy was no where to be found, cursing the child's intelligence, the brunette looked around; above him, below him, beside him.
He scratched the scar that went across his nose, a habit he had whenever he felt frustrated. He decided to check behind the beautiful paintings that adorned the red walls gracefully. Although there was a slim chance of the toddler being in here it wouldn't hurt to look just to make sure. He made his way over to a painting of the young kit himself and carefully lifted the large portrait of the boy sitting on a small stool, his father's hand on his head.
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He obviously didn't like sitting still for long and had a deep frown on his face, brows furrowed and a glare set on the artist who was painting him. Three whisker like marks on his cheeks made him look even more adorable. The toddler's sun kissed skin seemed to glow in the lighting of the room, it was a sight to see that would melt anyone's strong and drumming heart to mush in seconds. He was an adorable little creature, and only a few ever got to see him -those people should be grateful their eyes have been blessed with such cuteness.
Before the man could loose focus and gush over the heart warming painting he peeked his head behind it, seeing no blue eyed blonde in the cut out space in the wall behind the portrait. He placed it as it was before and moved on to the other, this was one of the king's eldest son, Deidara.
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