A/N: sup.
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Red eyes. They always visit him in his dreams. Two pairs; each different from the other. Which are his? Which are not...?
Dark eyes. Who do they belong to? Why are they so familiar? Who else is in the dreams?
Who are they?
My eyes fluttered open gently, taking in the bright morning. A single beam of sunlight shone through a dirty window, illuminating particles of dust.
"Ugh..."
Sickening cracks left my back as I stretched from the surprisingly restful sleep. I made a face before forcing myself to get up from the rickety old bed.
That was the hard part.
The rest of this day would go as every normal day would: chores, daydreaming, occasional group meals, daydreaming....
I lived at the orphanage here in, well, nowhere. We're situated in the thick woods between Konoha and Suna, though I haven't been to either. In fact, you could say it like I was born in this building.
You see, I am what you would call "unwanted." Well, Iruka likes to say I just haven't gotten my chance yet. Yeah, right. I'm almost 15 and yet I'm still stuck in this place!
But it's not all bad.
The guardian of sorts here is a soft-hearted man named Iruka, who exudes maternal energy. Practically smells like it. Rather than an orphanage, it just feels like one father, his 30 or so adopted children, and their extensive chore list.
Chores.
How long had I been staring at the wall?
"Naruto!"
Oh.
"Naruto, these dishes aren't going to wash themselves!"
Footsteps got closer as I rushed to put on whatever I could touch.
"Naruto, you do realize what time it is, right?" Iruka faced me with a stern expression.
"Uh..." I managed, thinking about all the ways my strict caregiver could punish me.
"I don't want to hear any excuses! You know what you're supposed to do."
"Of course! I'll get right to it!"
Iruka gave me the evil eye as I made my way down the old steps, avoiding the nail that stuck out near the bottom.
Voices came from the big room as the other kids laughed and played. I smiled a bit, feeling nostalgic, even though I was only 14.
It's normal that kids in an orphanage grow up fast, unless you are adopted early, of course. I hadn't had that luxury, and I doubted I ever would. With each passing year, I became more and more unattractive to the public eye.
Nobody wants to adopt a teenager.
I sighed, and went to work on the dishes from breakfast. This was just another normal day. I could make it a little longer, I just needed to be patient.
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There was a knocking coming from the front door. Many a knocking, that is.
"Ah, what the hell."
I looked up from the dishes with a grumpy expression towards the door. Who on earth...?
Then, an idea dawned on me.
YOU ARE READING
𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚎
Romance[a sasunaru story] ☾ ☼ ☾ ☼ ☾ ☼ Two breaths mingled together, crowding the room with only us in it. The boy beside me was fire; the sun embodied. He was always bright, warm. I was only ever cold. Everywhere he touched me, heat sprung from tanned s...
