Naruto Uzumaki, a four year-old-boy who was declared as the Leaf Village's monster due to the Nine Tailed Beast sealed inside him, a small child that craved the feeling of affection, a kid who had lost his parents the day he was born—was now peering around from the corner of a building, his clothes and hair drenched in the rain, giving the ramen you were eating so leisurely a guilty look.

Naruto had always been an obnoxious kid, wanting someone—anyone—to give him just a few minutes of attention, only to go home alone and eat the most unhealthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was deprived of everything a normal child should have.

The Ichiraku ramen stand where you were peacefully seated, enjoying the pitter-patter of the rain outside. You were the only one there, considering it was almost closing time. The owner, Teuchi, always made an exception for you. You were also quite young.

In the world of shinobi's and ninja's, Kage's and seals, wars and sacrifice—you were just a simple nobody. Living peacefully on your own.

However, the look Naruto gave you made you want to sacrifice whatever you had—just to see a smile on the poor boy's face.