It was late, the stars were long gone behind the dark clouds.
The sky was dark and clouded completely, not a single speck of light or shimmer could be seen.
It was freezing out, threatening to snow most likely from the looks of it.
The forest was quiet, but there sat a young boy, curled into a ball in the cabin of the locked home.
He just escaped, he was sure he escaped.
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no.
No he wasn't sure.
He was lying to himself.
It's grown to be a habit.
Lying to himself,
hoping that one day he'd be saved by whatever force.
Hell, he was even considering death to be one of his hopes at this point.
All he knew now, that he wanted freedom.
To be able to breath without that retched collar choking him as the men dragged him from village to village.
To be able to run in thoose fields like the kids he saw,
They always seemed to be smiling,
They laughed while playing in thoose fields.
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The boy shivered as a small gush of wind entered the cabin,
'the kids always smiled. . .'
Maybe he'd feel the freedom they felt
Maybe, just maybe.
The corner of his mouth curled up in attempt to replicate that expression that all the kids his age had.
It hurt a bit, stung his cheeks, it didn't feel right.
Maybe smiling wasn't made for him.
But at least he's. . . free
No
Stop that,
Stop lying!
Just Stop, (Y/N)
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Accept it
No
Understand
No
Approve of it all
No
Why?
Why not accept it all? Why just keep trying to strive for something you're too far from?
Why try to even pretend?
Why try to lie about what's going on?
What about the promise you made to the ' h i m '?
Why-
No, I will go back on my word,
I'll lie as much as I need to,
He left me,
abandoned me,
I trusted him,
All I have to strive for is myself.
It would a pity to end it all just like that.
I'm free, even if it's for a short time.
I'm free.
. . .
Indeed you are, (Y/N)
The snow now settled it, temperature dropping as the light pitter patter of snow could be heard from the tin roof.
The boy's eyes slowly darted towards his hands, tucked away in the pockets of his pants.
Pulling them out to re-examine the sight, bloodied, bruised and cut.
The blood on his hands mostly belonged to ' Kakuzaro '
A sigh of relief left his lips, he was free for now. Free to start over, but now he had to get creative.
How could he start over?
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'Ｆａｋｅｒ 偽り者 ' {Naruto Various}
Fanfiction' He lives in a temporary happiness to which even he is aware of ' (Y/N) has lied many things up to this point, his childhood, the name of his parents, his past friends and associates, his memories, his strengths, everything he has done so far has b...
