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I was never ignorant, I knew her feelings, but I did not show it. Part of me wanted to, as I felt the same way but I knew if I did I would have to show the world what I'm like. I don't want to be this, however I cannot help it. I have always felt weak, I never
thought I had enough power to evade the objects pelting me. Soon, I found I never felt the
pain of the hailing objects. Still, back then just the knowledge that I was being pelted with refuse caused pain in my heart. It hurt me even more to know that she was watching.
He always seemed so strong, so caring. Back when he was 5, I saw the half the town pelt him with objects, among them were even kunai and shuriken. A kunai hit him square in the back yet he still stood there and took it. None but those pelting him even knew why.
they did it. He always seemed so strong and he never flinched even when he was treated as an outcast from everywhere. The loneliness would have been to much to bear, if it was me
I would have killed myself.
These ties show the different views that bind them.
I was never strong I just managed to survive without hurting myself, as soon as Hanabi was
born, my father just told me to stay and train but the boy intrigued me. After watching
him for a year, and numerous scoldings from my father, I realised what the fluttering in my heart was. It was love for the boy that was always alone. I never even knew his name until 3 years after I realized my love for him. His name was a mystery until that day. He never noticed me till then. It started off worse than any other but ended the best I had yet to live.
That day was my birthday. It started as the worst of any I had yet had. The villagers tried burning the building to the ground. I just walked straight through. Though this made the rest of the village think I was a demon. They tried throwing kunai, shuriken, axes, swords and someone even tried incinerating me again. When I went to the store I buy my clothes from, they couldn't turf me out fast enough. They even threw the clothes out with me, and said I didn't have to pay. I still put the money in the mail slot, and put on the clothes. The torment lasted all day though. Until they started taunting Her. They stole Her Teddy bear bag that she cherished, and played keep away. But she couldn't get it back, So I tried, And all the kids ran away, throwing the bag at me as they left. She was crying so hard she didn't know I was there until I asked her what was wrong. She said that some mean people took her bag, so I returned to her what had been thrown at me. It was a great release to see her happy.
thought I had enough power to evade the objects pelting me. Soon, I found I never felt the
pain of the hailing objects. Still, back then just the knowledge that I was being pelted with refuse caused pain in my heart. It hurt me even more to know that she was watching.
He always seemed so strong, so caring. Back when he was 5, I saw the half the town pelt him with objects, among them were even kunai and shuriken. A kunai hit him square in the back yet he still stood there and took it. None but those pelting him even knew why.
they did it. He always seemed so strong and he never flinched even when he was treated as an outcast from everywhere. The loneliness would have been to much to bear, if it was me
I would have killed myself.
These ties show the different views that bind them.
I was never strong I just managed to survive without hurting myself, as soon as Hanabi was
born, my father just told me to stay and train but the boy intrigued me. After watching
him for a year, and numerous scoldings from my father, I realised what the fluttering in my heart was. It was love for the boy that was always alone. I never even knew his name until 3 years after I realized my love for him. His name was a mystery until that day. He never noticed me till then. It started off worse than any other but ended the best I had yet to live.
That day was my birthday. It started as the worst of any I had yet had. The villagers tried burning the building to the ground. I just walked straight through. Though this made the rest of the village think I was a demon. They tried throwing kunai, shuriken, axes, swords and someone even tried incinerating me again. When I went to the store I buy my clothes from, they couldn't turf me out fast enough. They even threw the clothes out with me, and said I didn't have to pay. I still put the money in the mail slot, and put on the clothes. The torment lasted all day though. Until they started taunting Her. They stole Her Teddy bear bag that she cherished, and played keep away. But she couldn't get it back, So I tried, And all the kids ran away, throwing the bag at me as they left. She was crying so hard she didn't know I was there until I asked her what was wrong. She said that some mean people took her bag, so I returned to her what had been thrown at me. It was a great release to see her happy.
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The best way to learn is though example I guess, this is how I'd change it...
I was never ignorant, I knew her feelings, but I never showed it. Part of me wanted to because I felt
the same way, but I knew if I did I would have to show the world, and her, what i'm really like, even
though i dont want to be this. I've always felt weak, I never thought i had enough power to evade the objects the villiagers pelted me with. Soon I found that the pain just stopped. Back then, though, just the thought of the villagers throwing things at me, hating me, caused pain in my heart. The only thing worse, was knowing that she was watching, powerless to stop them.
He always seemed so strong so, caring. Back when he was five I saw half the town nearly stone him to death. Among the things that they threw there were even kunai and shuriken. One kunai even hit him square in the heart, but he still stood there and took it. No one but those pelting him even knew why they did it, but still nothing was really done about it, it's just something that happened. He always seemed so strong. He never fliched even when he was treated as an outcast. I would have rather died than to have faced the lonliness he faced.
These are the ties that show the views that bind them
I was never strong, I just managed to survive without hurting myself. As soon as Hanabi was
born my father always told me to stay at home and train if I was going to be the Hyuuga heir, but the boy intrigued me so. After watching him for a year, and numerous scoldings from my father, I finally realized what the fluttering in my heart was. It was love. Love for the boy that was always alone. I never knew his name. It wasn't until 3 years after I realized my love for him that I could put a name to his face and story. He was just my "Outou." He never noticed me until that day.
It started off worse than any other, but in the end, was the best I've yet to live. That day was my birthday. It started as the worst, as I said before. The villagers tried to burn my home to the ground, but I just walked straight through it. They thought I was a demon. They tried throwing kunai, shurikin, axes, swords and someone even tried incinerating me again. When I went to the store to buy new clothes. They couldn't throw me
out fast enough. They threw the clothes out with me and said I didn't have to pay, they probably didn't want me being in their shop to hurt their business. I still put the money in their mail slot, though. The torment I suffered survived all through the day until they started taunting her. They stole the bear bag she cherished, even though they knew who's daughter she was, and played keep away with it. No matter what, however, she couldn't get it back. I don't know why, but I stepped in and tried to take it back for her and they all ran away, throwing the bag at me as they fled. She was crying so hard she didn't know I who I was or what had just happened. I asked her what was wrong. She said, though teary eyes, "They took my bag." I replied, "This bag?" Her tears stopped as her hands slid around her cherished possession. "Ariga...to" was all that left her lips as she slid her hands inside the bag and pulled out a small, brown package. After sliding it into my hands she ran off, only stopping to look over her shoulder as she turned the corner. Then she was gone. The package had three words on it, "Happy Birthday Naruto-kun" That was the first birthday present I ever received and the first time anyone had ever called me Naruto-kun. To this day it is the happiest birthday I've ever had.
(Outou translates into Yellow Peach, btw. I thought it was fitting considering his yellow hair and orange jumpsuit, not to mention I'm obcessed with using some japanese in my fics.)
I was never ignorant, I knew her feelings, but I never showed it. Part of me wanted to because I felt
the same way, but I knew if I did I would have to show the world, and her, what i'm really like, even
though i dont want to be this. I've always felt weak, I never thought i had enough power to evade the objects the villiagers pelted me with. Soon I found that the pain just stopped. Back then, though, just the thought of the villagers throwing things at me, hating me, caused pain in my heart. The only thing worse, was knowing that she was watching, powerless to stop them.
He always seemed so strong so, caring. Back when he was five I saw half the town nearly stone him to death. Among the things that they threw there were even kunai and shuriken. One kunai even hit him square in the heart, but he still stood there and took it. No one but those pelting him even knew why they did it, but still nothing was really done about it, it's just something that happened. He always seemed so strong. He never fliched even when he was treated as an outcast. I would have rather died than to have faced the lonliness he faced.
These are the ties that show the views that bind them
I was never strong, I just managed to survive without hurting myself. As soon as Hanabi was
born my father always told me to stay at home and train if I was going to be the Hyuuga heir, but the boy intrigued me so. After watching him for a year, and numerous scoldings from my father, I finally realized what the fluttering in my heart was. It was love. Love for the boy that was always alone. I never knew his name. It wasn't until 3 years after I realized my love for him that I could put a name to his face and story. He was just my "Outou." He never noticed me until that day.
It started off worse than any other, but in the end, was the best I've yet to live. That day was my birthday. It started as the worst, as I said before. The villagers tried to burn my home to the ground, but I just walked straight through it. They thought I was a demon. They tried throwing kunai, shurikin, axes, swords and someone even tried incinerating me again. When I went to the store to buy new clothes. They couldn't throw me
out fast enough. They threw the clothes out with me and said I didn't have to pay, they probably didn't want me being in their shop to hurt their business. I still put the money in their mail slot, though. The torment I suffered survived all through the day until they started taunting her. They stole the bear bag she cherished, even though they knew who's daughter she was, and played keep away with it. No matter what, however, she couldn't get it back. I don't know why, but I stepped in and tried to take it back for her and they all ran away, throwing the bag at me as they fled. She was crying so hard she didn't know I who I was or what had just happened. I asked her what was wrong. She said, though teary eyes, "They took my bag." I replied, "This bag?" Her tears stopped as her hands slid around her cherished possession. "Ariga...to" was all that left her lips as she slid her hands inside the bag and pulled out a small, brown package. After sliding it into my hands she ran off, only stopping to look over her shoulder as she turned the corner. Then she was gone. The package had three words on it, "Happy Birthday Naruto-kun" That was the first birthday present I ever received and the first time anyone had ever called me Naruto-kun. To this day it is the happiest birthday I've ever had.
(Outou translates into Yellow Peach, btw. I thought it was fitting considering his yellow hair and orange jumpsuit, not to mention I'm obcessed with using some japanese in my fics.)