Intro. Everyone in this world says Naruto's name out loud. They either whisper mine or don't mention it at all. I carry Uzumaki blood, but I don't carry hope. My brother chose to be the light; I became the shadow left behind that light. As he walked, I stood and watched and remembered everything. I didn't speak. I didn't complain. I just survived.
THE STORY BEGINS ;) That night, Naruto was not in the village. I didn't even scream when the masked shinobi broke down my door. They tied my hands and asked my name; I didn't answer. They made the first mistake when they stopped in the forest. The ropes were broken, the silence was broken. One of them stopped breathing, the other's knees touched the ground. I didn't run away. I didn't chase. I was the only one left standing. After that day, I realized: I was not the one who was kidnapped. I was the chosen one. Now I forgot to laugh, there was only pain in happiness, now can you teach me happiness?