#littlefishcake

[little-fishcake-blog]

“ — whaddya lookin’ at?”

The hyperactive child glared openly at the stranger, sizing them up. They didn’t look that tough. Naruto bet he could definitely beat them up in a millisecond! 

But, at least their gaze was different from the villagers.

“You wanna fight or somethin’? Keep on walkin’ buddy!”

[kaknzn]

@little-fishcake

For a while, Naruto felt like was floating; like he was surrounded completely by darkness. He didn’t have to think, he didn’t have to talk, he didn’t have to feel the hateful glares that followed him everywhere he went.

It was almost nice, in a way.

But like all good things, it had to come to an end. And, he slowly began to open his eyes.

“Ow… Stop talking so loud…” Naruto mumbled, clenching his hair as he sat up —feeling sticky substance at the back of his skull. “My head… ow, ‘ttebayo…”

“W-who are you? Where am I?

     “You’re outside of your village,” Kakuzu told him, crouching at his side. “I think you may have fallen out of a tree.” It would make sense. Kakuzu had been walking and the boy had literally almost fallen into his arms. If he had a split second more of warning, he might have been able to catch the kid before he hit the ground. Alas, here he was, knelt over the bleeding blond child.

     “It looks like you’re concussed. What’s your name?” He may be a criminal, but leaving a child out to die from a concussion was beyond even his level of cruelty. He would be going through the leaf village anyway. It wasn’t out of his way to take the kid home, even if it was mildly irritating.