Cold.

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Naruto lay on the wet grass, staring up at the sky. He loved the rain. The rain didn't care what people thought of it. The rain didn't care that people shook their fists, or yelled at it. It just kept coming, no matter what people said about it.
Honestly, Naruto loved the cold, too. Mind numbing, body numbing cold. The way it crept up his fingers, dulling his senses, and letting him loose himself. The cold was truly kind, like Haku had been. Warmth made you conceited. It led you on, promising comfort but only delivering sorrow, and longing when it left. It was a mixed blessing. When it was there, you thought all was right with the world. It leads you on, like a bad lover, whispering lies into your ears, telling you that things would be all right, and when it left, you felt blindsided by the cold, harsh reality. Naruto loved the cold because it would not lie to him. It told him that this world sucks, and that he won't always be warm. It's not afraid to rebuke him, letting him know just who is in control, whereas warmth was manipulative, leading people on only to leave them, quite literally in the cold. Naruto almost couldn't stand warmth. He hoped that when he died, he was cold. In fact, Naruto wanted to freeze to death. Maybe today was a good day for it...

Well, not my nicest Naruto fic, or even drabble. Eh, whatever. This came to me when my feet got cold just now. Here ya go..

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