A:N// Warning, short chapter.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Aki's P.O.V
Flashback
I gaze at the vegetables presented before me.
It's always fun choosing the most obscure ingredients and seeing what the house can produce, yet it always seems to make it delicious no matter how weird the foods are.
A flash of yellow catches my eye as I reach for a leek.
I pause and turn to look.
Sat on a swing, isolated from the other playing kids is a solemn looking blue eyed boy, swaying slightly from side to side as he watches the children with their parents longingly.
My heart feels heavy looking upon him.
I want to go over but what would I say?
'I'm sorry'? For what...?I don't even know him, but I'm drawn to him.
I want to comfort him, be his friend, but I wouldn't know what to do...Clutching the leek tightly, I turn reluctantly and walk away, my heart feeling heavier with each step...
End of flashback
It's been 6 months since then, and it's become a... Hobby... of sorts to follow the boy on my days off.
It's not stalking! I assure you...
Just to study him.
Promise.I watch him walk to the ninja academy every day and watch him train for hours afterwards.
He's got so much determination, I see the villagers put him down but he only tries harder instead of giving up.
He's become an inspiration to me over time.
I've been using the spare time I don't use 'studying' him to train my physical abilities.
I can already feel the difference.
Kakashi is most pleased with my work and even my nin and gen jutsu skills are becoming better from the discipline long hours of exercise have taught me.
I may not become a tai-jutsu master but I can feel myself getting better, and my focus improving.
In fact, I've been training so much, the hours I spend watching the blond-haired boy have become less and less gradually.
One day in the future, I may stop altogether, but I will never forget the sad, blue-eyed boy...
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