Useless (Naruto Various X Blind Reader) (On hold indefinitely)

Chapter 1

(Naruto season 1- episode 2 "MY NAME IS KONOHAMARU!" part 1)

Word count (3296)
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"Mind uncovering your eyes kid?" The man voiced gruffly, scratching at the balding spot atop his head.

Placing the stick next to the stool which they sat, a sheepish smile pulled at the crease of the tween's lips. "I apologize sir, but that may not be the best decision." They answered meekly, raising a hand to rub the back of their head.

"C'mon kid I don't got all day!" He demanded loudly, clearly fed up with the child's shenanigans. The said child heaved a sigh; sweeping a clammy palm over their dampened forehead, sweeping the (h/l) tuffs of hair from their face. Eyelids closed from beneath the bangs that were now tucked carelessly secure behind their ear.

Lifting his head from the cloth that hung from the back of the camera he growled with a bark. "Are you serious? This is going on your Ninja License!" Bitting his tongue he groaned tossing the black cloth over this head once again. Peering through the camera hole he paused.

"Is this better?" The tween spoke with a monotoned voice, lips pulled into a thin line.

He pulled from the camera once again this time muttering out an apology as he ran a hand through what was left of the silver strands of hair that protruded from his scalp.

You stare back blankly milky hues shining under the sun's violent rays from atop of the building they stood. With a gust of wind a few loose strands of (h/c) hair tickled the button of your nose. "In all honesty I would have thought that you would notice from the stick that I had just set down." You stated a matter of factly, arms crossed in a sort of sassy manner, lip trembling at an attempt to hold back the laughter that bubbled in the back of your throat. 

Bending back down shrinkingly he cowered under the sheet, embarrassment eating at the core of his stomach. Lifting the trigger next to the camera he muttered out a meek 'say cheese'

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You stood anxiously on the dark hardwood floor, mobility cane resting heavily on your hip, just feet from the Hokage that examined the sheet of parchment in his palm, index finger thrumming on the back as his eyes raked over the words with a thoughtful hum.

"From what I am reading (L/n) is that you are visually impaired, correct?" Nodding your head hastily you hum in confirmation
Lifting the (h/c) (h/l) bangs from your face  to reveal the unpigmented hues that stare, seemingly through them.

The Hokage hummed, placing the sheet of paper onto the desk as the man plaid in black and green beside him spoke. "And what makes you think you can become a ninja?" The other man questioned bluntly hands folded under his chin as he peeked over the leaders shoulder, peering at the paper.
"Also, where is your headband? You are supposed to be wearing it."

You paused, hesitant with the words you were about to speak. Brows furrowing slightly your mouth opened before closing again. The tension was thick and so was the anxiety that fluttered in the pool of your stomach.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

The Hokage quirked a brow at your sudden muteness along with his companion who shook his head disapprovingly. Your unseeing eyes directed towards the floor suddenly finding your voice.