𝕺𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 | 𝖀𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎 𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔

Those ocean blue eyes... They could catch even the coldest person in an unbeatable trance. His wild curly long blonde hair, those six whisker marks on each cheek. He was intoxicating. He was...

𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵..

People didn't see him as that though... No.. They saw him as a blood thirsty, raging monster. He was no monster. Uzumaki Naruto was no monster. He wasn't born with parents like the rest. He was born an orphan instead, no relatives, no clan, nothing. He was seen as everyone's enemy and fuel to hatred. He didn't any mind to them though. But.... If he didn't.. Why was he standing on the ledge on the founders of the village that hated him so dearly contemplating on wether he should fall?...

He wasn't beautiful... He was something else.. Something 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 no one else could quite put their finger on.. So whatever made him feel so.... special... so... beautiful... Made him take a step back from the ledge on of the mountain he stood on.

He wouldn't give up by death so easily. He wouldn't do that. He would have a proper death. One by his enemy. Not himself. So, he's going to strive to stick that goal. He was going to become one people would rely on and respect. One that people would coward just at the mere mention of his name.

He's going to be someone. Not just anyone.. No. A ruler to everyone is what he is going to be.