Vision (Modern!Naruto Various x Reader) **VERY SLOW UPDATES**

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Hello everyone! I am continuing this book off of my Quotev account and onto here as I've had multiple complications with my former account and have been unable to access it, I also find Wattpad much more easy to use! I have changed some minor details (and some much more important).

I hope you all enjoy reading!

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You sit patiently at your easel, the blank canvas in front of your frail body beckons. Taunts. Tempts.

The variants of paints and water colours stood at your side, they were brand new, yet haven't been used in years. Your hand reached left to grab the sleek paint brush, clutching it desperately in your hands like a child would do with their mother. Loneliness shook your conscience to the core, but without it, you wouldn't be the person you are today.

The slim ray of sunshine beaming through the crack in your pale curtains shone onto the still blank canvas, shining a spectrum of colours onto it. You stood on the cold wood floors from the creaky stool behind you and slowly stepped to the curtains.

Reluctantly, you opened them, expecting the grey you thought the outside had weeped in and the sad and depressing rain that consumed all passerbys.

Glaring in the midst of the blinding rays and dusty windows, you squinted absentmindedly, that didn't last long though.

Your eyes had turned wide as you glanced down into the thin roads of jolly people and dancing sunlight. You were shocked...

At the beauty of the outside world.

The emerald trees and evergreen foliage to the happy people that inhabited the vast arrays of land, it was all beautiful. At least, compared to what lived on your barren canvas.

At that moment in history, at that moment in time, at that moment 2 weeks before your seventeenth birthday, you realised something.

That the world, how ever it may look to a normal person's eye, was always beautiful in your's. Whether there be war, whether there be peace, the world was indeed absolutely beautiful.

You had vision.

Only seconds later, you realise something else.

The entire world was a canvas.

And you were the artist.

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"Naruto! Sit down! Class is about to start, you idiot!" Shouted Yamanaka Ino from the other side of the classroom, you recognised her from Math. The spacious area provided her an echo to emulate her voice into the loud boy's ears.

However, at her distaste, Ino's pleads went unnoticed by the recipient, the boisterous blonde continued to run around chasing Inuzuka Kiba (as you recall) for stealing a bank note.

"Hey! I was gonna use that to buy Ichiraku's later! Not funny, Kiba!" He whined while still running, moving multiple chairs and tables in the process.

Even though you had been at this school for a little under a month now, your social levels had remained stagnant, making more vague acquaintances than full-blown friends.

Hyuga Hinata, the shy student body president, was in this minority. A person you considered a friend. But the thing was, you had zero-to-none classes with her.

"I believe Miss Yamanaka is right, Naruto." You were snapped out of your daydreams of new art supplies by your English teacher, Iruka-Sensei.
"Everyone, please be seated."

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The bell rang profusely, a crowd of students toppling out of the door without even being dismissed, desperate to get the school day over with.