The Truth Untold

hey guys! i know its been a while and you all have been waiting forever for my naruto story to be uploaded and stuff but c'mon..... i have too many story ideas and not enough time to upload and i barely managed to write this today with my mom screaming at me to go to sleep the entire time so please make do with this

Brimming with loneliness

An unidentifiable song drifted from a lone pair of speakers throughout the vacant hallways of the huge castle.

It felt eerie and unused; a castle that had lived it's usage hundreds of years ago and long outlasted it's time.

One may almost think that it was abandoned, but small signs of livings here and there like recently washed dishes stacked up on the counter, still dripping wet, or the laundry that was hung up to dry, barely taking up any space in the humongous area.

A single ash blonde, hair ruffled and messy, sticking up in all directions, glared out the window and into the garden.

This blooming garden

The garden was huge, the only thing in the entire land that was owned by the blonde that seemed like a part of him.

It held hundreds of different flowers, spread out in a wide rainbow of color, extremely pleasing to one's eye.

This particular cozy window side was a place that the blonde came very often despite all of the other, uselessly large spaces that he owned.

He was sitting there now, watching the rain pour down from the skies, thinking back on his pathetic life, silently cursing at the heavens. 

The flowers looked like all of their valiant color had been sucked up out them, leaving them blank, lifeless.

The blonde closed his eyes, letting out a tiny puff of breath, tilting his head to lean against the side of the window, mist gathering on the glass as he breathed on it.

Filled with thorns

The flowers were beautiful, but they were dangerous.

They had small little claws to attack with, to shield themselves from the world.

Oh how Bakugo wished that he had the same, in spite of his explosive personality.

The world had no place for a person like him.

I bind myself in this castle of sand

Bakugo sighed, leaving his place by the window, disappearing into the depths of the winding corridors of his home, left to silently meander the hallways alone.

Always alone.

...

Bakugo was at his spot like always, a mug of coffee gripped in his hand, the steam rising in puffs against the cool air of the castle, in contrast to the blazing sun outside.

He glanced outside again, wanting to see another glimpse of him.

What your name is

He had been coming for the past few days now, sneaking in amidst the sunflowers towering the back of his garden, looking completely in place with his bright yellow hair, the only thing that had even made Bakugo notice him the black streak of lightning on his bangs.

If you have a place to go

At first, Bakugo had gotten angry when he had plucked on of his precious purple lillies straight out of the earth where it was supposed to rest peacefully.