[Fic Tease?] Rabies shot, plzkthnx
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windandwater*watches plotbunny take a chuck out of her leg*
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In the end, it's not really Naruto's fault.
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He has to reach up to turn the knob, shoving the weight of his body against the door, paint peeling off and flaking from the frame as his arm rubs against it. He remembers to take the key out of the lock, and close the door behind him, and take off his shoes before stepping up into his new-old home. It's not the crowded noisiness of the orphanage, and it's not the quiet dignity of Old Man Hokage's house, but it's his now and everyone says he should be thankful and happy that there are even funds to do such a thing for him. At least now he has a bed for himself, and a bathroom he doesn't have to share, and a kitchen where he can make himself food and not have to suffer through the shouts and bullying and stealing and cold glares.
He's five. He thinks.
He pauses on the step in the entryway, eyes screwed shut in thought. He's supposed... there's something he's supposed to do-- ah! Just like in the stories he's listened to (hiding in the hallway and eavesdropping on the others), and the shows he's seen (peeking above the windowframe at the staticy television blocked by other heads).
He says, "Tadaima."
No one answers back, "Okaeri nasai."
He frowns and blinks, but there's still silence. Funny... he thought that there was supposed to be an answer.
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In the end, it's not really Naruto's fault.
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He has to reach up to turn the knob, shoving the weight of his body against the door, paint peeling off and flaking from the frame as his arm rubs against it. He remembers to take the key out of the lock, and close the door behind him, and take off his shoes before stepping up into his new-old home. It's not the crowded noisiness of the orphanage, and it's not the quiet dignity of Old Man Hokage's house, but it's his now and everyone says he should be thankful and happy that there are even funds to do such a thing for him. At least now he has a bed for himself, and a bathroom he doesn't have to share, and a kitchen where he can make himself food and not have to suffer through the shouts and bullying and stealing and cold glares.
He's five. He thinks.
He pauses on the step in the entryway, eyes screwed shut in thought. He's supposed... there's something he's supposed to do-- ah! Just like in the stories he's listened to (hiding in the hallway and eavesdropping on the others), and the shows he's seen (peeking above the windowframe at the staticy television blocked by other heads).
He says, "Tadaima."
No one answers back, "Okaeri nasai."
He frowns and blinks, but there's still silence. Funny... he thought that there was supposed to be an answer.
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Date: 2005-06-07 10:05 pm (UTC)More? Soon? *Begs*
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Date: 2005-06-08 02:45 am (UTC)You make the baby Jesus!Naruto cry.
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