"There once was a girl with a heart full of stone. A wicked girl she was, so wicked she never had a place to call home. But if home is where the heart is, so is her home made of stone? Well no my little boy because with a heart made of stone, her home is as good as none."
A woman with beautiful raven hair sat in front of a boy who seemed to be her son, and in her palms rested a thin book opened to every imaginable page possible. And the boy whos face looked exactly like her smiled up at his mother with a look of pure innocence.
"I want sum' like that..." "I do too..."
The two broken children sat behind a bush in the woods and watched from afar. Taro's legs may have still been broken, but that didn't mean he couldn't be carried.
The little boy's giggles consumed the open area, and not too far away was a cottage, their cottage. Out of the cottage door, appeared a middle aged man whom looked as if he chopped wood for a living. His smile high and bright as he skipped over to the mother and her son... He was a father.
The two children's hearts swelled up with envy. Whatever it was, they wanted that too. They couldn't read, nor, could they write. They wanted someone to teach them, they wanted to be treated the same way that little boy was.
Instead they were cast aside, and were known as nothing more than test subjects.
The little boy's father had slyly snatched the book away from the mother and flipped to a different page, he began to read out loud:
"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house."
His way of reading was much different than the mother's, the way he read his poem with a voice full of danger and adventure. The little boy eyed his father with confusion, all the man did, was look down at his son and smirked: "Beware of the crooked man."
His hands dove down and snatched the boy up throwing him into the air, grinning at the satisfying giggles that erupted from him. A bar code of numbers appeared on their faces as they watched the oh so happy family.
"They all look so... different, not knowin' what feelin' that is but... I like it."
"I do too."
"Naruto and Adin {Y/N}..."
"Huh?" It was now Monday, the day each upcoming ninja would be placed on his or her chosen team.
'Being paired with Naruto doesn't seem bad... I just hope he doesn't hate me.'
It turns out Naruto had passed after all! And {Y/N} was grateful, she could now spend even more time with her new friend... well that's if he wants to.
The sniggers of children were relentless, {Y/N} could never catch a break; she was always taunted and no one ever stood up for her, she was on her own. Iruka cast a glare her way "What did I say about sleeping in my class?" He strode over to the girl and slammed his hands upon her desk, staring down the whimpering ninja.
"I am sick and tired of having to put you in your place!" Bulging veins appeared on the side of his neck and head signaling the raging anger "Why are you so incompetent? I don't teach failures."
Iruka bent over and placed his lips above her ear.
"You're lucky I didn't fail your ass when I had the chance."
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𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𓃠 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔
FanfictionIf I'm being honest, I've never been much of a dreamer. That, of course, was understandable to those who couldn't dream. Although it never made a difference in my day to day life- I couldn't help but reminisce feeling inferior to those that could...