Post by chibifiedkitsunes on Sept 30, 2005 9:01:01 GMT -5
Title: [glow=red,2,300]I Dream[/glow]
Authoress: Chibified Kitsunes
Summary: One boy's dream to become Hokage. Naruto centric. Spoilers for ch 235 of the manga.
[oneshot,songfic]
Rating: K+
Pairings: None
Genre: General
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does. I also do not own the song "I Dream" sung by Taufik Batisa, written by Mike Fallon.
Song Title: I Dream
Singer: Taufik Batisa (Singapore Idol winner, our first and very own Idol)
.:lyrics:.
A five year old boy stood in the center of an empty playground, tears trickling down scarred cheeks.
“Why do they hate me so much…”
Alone in the world, there was nobody he could turn to. His bright sunny hair moved slightly in the wind, blue eyes glistening with tears as he recalled the hateful words.
“BAKEMONO!!”
“GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD!”
“Don’t play with him, if you do the demon will come and eat you.”
.:In my mind, I can climb:.
Even with all the hate revolving around him, this little boy of five summers soon grew to trust the old man in the red hat. He noticed that everyone seemed to respect him, greeting him with the words ‘Hokage-sama’. He had once asked him what it was like to be this ‘Hokage-sama’. The old man had laughed it off saying “It’s just a job.”
With all the maturity a five year old had, he answered, “Then why do people not look at me meanly when you’re around? You must be a hero!”
.:All the mountains that surround me:.
He looked forward to his weekly visits and the treats at the Ichiraku ramen stand. Or maybe it was the ramen, or the way the owner looked at him. Oji-san would often give him extras, even when the old man wasn’t there. He even chased away some of the older boys who were bullying him.
The blonde child decided he liked these two old men. They were his idols, his saviors from his loneliness. But there were times when the young boy truly felt alone, with hate resonating around him, there was no one to turn to. He tried to hide his feelings, covering them up with a smile, playing pranks on people to get them to notice him.
These were the times when it hurt the most, knowing people were only looking and laughing at you because you are the cause of the trouble. Despite the pain in his heart, he continued to act the way he did, as it was the only way.
.:My spirit's there, where eagles dare to fly:.
He would often be dragged to the old man’s office where the villagers would bow down and greet ‘Hokage-sama’. But this time he was puzzled when he was dragged toward the academy instead. It turned out that the old man was visiting the students that day.
Curious blue eyes watched intently as the old man spoke to a pineapple haired man, so he had called him when they first met. The old man had chuckled and decided he could leave the child with him.
.:In my heart, there's a spark:.
With slitted eyes, the young boy analyzed the older man. He wore a ‘Choo-nin’ vest and had the metal thing wrapped around his forehead, showing he was a ninja. His hair was tied up at the back of his head, sticking out like a pineapple and a scar stretched across his nose.
Deciding he looked nice enough, he spoke up before the man could. “Ano sa, what’s a ‘Hokage-sama’?”
The black haired man gawked before coughing lightly, shocked that a boy this age did not know what, much less who the Hokage was. He began explaining that the Hokage was a hero recognized by everyone as the strongest ninja in the village, and protects everyone from harm. He continued in his speech, not knowing that the moment he had said ‘A hero recognized by everyone’, he had already lost the boy.
The blond child of five summers now knew what he wanted to become, the Hokage. He jumped up, startling the droning man as he yelled, “I’M GOING TO BE HOKAGE!!!”
.:That can light the world around me:.
Many scoffed at him, others laughed at the impossibility of him reaching the goal. The boy of 5 years grew up. At ten he told the old man he wanted his job, instead of the usual laugh he would get, all he received was a pat on his head with the words, “You’ll have to go through ninja academy first.”
He walked in excitedly for the first day of school only to be jeered at and ignored. Tears welled up in his eyes but he forced them away, placing his mask on as he walked in. Someone however saw through it as he went up and introduced himself.
“Ohayo, from today onwards, I’ll be your sensei. You can call me Iruka-sensei.” From then on, Pineapple head was gone and a new name stuck.
.:An open door, where I am sure dreams are:.
The young boy still created trouble for everyone, wanting to be noticed. He always was the joke of the class, making a fool of himself. He was unable to master even the simplest of all jutsus and it was no surprise that he failed the class. It was the same the following year and he soon became known as ‘The Deadlast’.
Still in his third year he failed to pass the graduation test, being the Bunshin no Jutsu his most hated skill. His heart sank as his favorite sensei and only friend denied him the chance of passing. He sat at his swing downcast, knowing that he was nothing but a loser, a deadlast.
.:It doesn't matter if I win:.
Mizuki offered him an alternative, to steal a scroll, he did as he was told; only to find out it was all a trick. Mizuki only wanted two things, the scroll and to kill him. But a horrible secret was revealed. The reason why everyone hated him, the reason why Iruka had no family; because he was the Kyuubi, the nine tailed demon fox that had destroyed the village 10 years ago.
He shook his head denying it, refusing to believe it.
Looking toward Iruka, he knew it was true. Just when the boy thought all was lost, Iruka came out of nowhere and took the killing blow for him.
He didn’t know why.
The older man poured his heart out, tears spilling over and dropping onto his face. He told him how he knew the pain of loneliness, how he had acted just like him to gain attention but always returned to an empty home. “If I had done a better job, you wouldn’t have to feel like this…”
.:Or the color of my skin:.
But having already been used and betrayed he did not know what to do. Turning tail, he fled the meadow regardless of Iruka’s calls. He hid behind the tree as he heard Mizuki and Iruka converse. His heart tore in two when he heard his beloved sensei agree with the fact that the demon fox wouldn’t try to use the scroll’s power. The thought that even Iruka didn’t acknowledge him struck a chord deep in his heart.
But he looked up suddenly when Iruka spoke up saying he was different, that he acknowledged him as one of his best students. He wasn’t the demon fox anymore; he was a member of the hidden leaf’s village. Tears rolled down his dirty cheeks, those same cheeks that defined him as the Kyuubi’s vessel, as he heard his sensei acknowledge him by calling his name out confidently. He was finally acknowledged by his precious person and recognized for who he was, not what was in him.
.:Cause the race is all about:.
The so-called deadlast burst out of his hiding place just in time to kick the traitor down, deflecting the shuriken heading for Iruka. As he stood between the two sensei’s, forbidden scroll in hand, he all but snarled out, “Don’t touch Iruka-sensei, I’ll kill you!”
With that said, he performed a single seal before yelling out, “KAGE BUNSHIN NO JUTSU!”
Finally he stood proudly in front of a battered Mizuki facing his sensei grinning sheepishly. He was surprised however when Iruka called him over and asked him to close his eyes. He did as told and opened them when Iruka said it was ok. He blinked trying to adjust to the morning sunlight flickering through the canopy of trees, but he could see that the forehead protector that used to be on his sensei’s head was gone. In his hand hung his treasured goggles.
Tears welled up in his eyes before he lunged himself at his sensei, heedless of his cries of pain.
.:Believing in yourself:.
His first meeting with his team did not go well. Already they had not made a good impression with the sensei, courtesy of his duster on door prank, and the truth that only 9 out of 27 genins pass hit them hard. If they failed Kakashi’s test, he would have to go back to the academy. In all his 12 years, he suddenly felt a sense of dread. Despite that, he still spoke confidently of his dreams.
‘I can’t fail here, after everything I’ve been through, I can’t let the old man or Iruka-sensei down.’
He gritted his teeth as his sensei referred to him as deadlast. Even after everything he had done, after everything he had gone through, why did people still label him. It was just not fair.
.:’Cause I dream, I can run:.
He lunged forward with the intent of killing his sensei, wanting him to take back his words. But before long, he found himself in the lake, courtesy of Kakashi’s 10,000 years of pain, or in simple words, a super powerful *ss poke.
.:Like the wind, and be strong:.
‘I’m going to make him acknowledge me! I must become a ninja!’ He yelled in his mind as his Kage Bunshins leapt out to join him. His sensei was caught off guard as one of his bunshins grabbed him from behind. But despite his hard work, he still lost as his sensei replaced himself with another of his bunshins.
Before long, he found himself tied to the stump for trying to cheat. Kakashi said that if anyone tried to feed him, they would all fail. Just when he disappeared, Sasuke handed his over saying he didn’t want anyone to drag him down. Sakura’s bento soon joined them and just as quickly as he had disappeared, Kakashi reappeared only to tell them they had passed.
And thus he achieved the first step towards his dream, his dream of becoming Hokage.
.:When my heart just wants to give in:.
His team’s first big mission was to escort a builder from the Country of Wave. He grit his teeth in anger as Tazuna insulted his ability as a ninja and he yelled at him, “When I become Hokage, you’ll have to acknowledge me!!”
But not even halfway through the mission, he had suffered humiliation by having Sasuke save him and call him a scardy cat and was poisoned. He turned his back on his team as his sensei announced he was calling the mission off to head back to the village to treat him.
With a flick of his wrist, he plunged his kunai into the back of his hand.
.:I dream, I can be:.
‘Why is there so much of a difference?’
‘Why am I always?’
‘I should be becoming stronger!’
‘I’ve completed many missions and even practice jutsu everyday by myself.’
‘I’m not going to need saving ever again!’
‘I’m not going to be afraid and try to run. I will not lose to Sasuke.’
‘I swear it on the pain in my left hand.’
“With this kunai, I will protect the old man!”
.:The hero that's in me:.
He soon found himself face to face with a Jounin, one who had killed mercilessly, even when he was a child. With their sensei trapped in Zabuza’s water prison, his team was helpless. In a flash, he was knocked to the ground. Scared he turned to crawl away but the pain in his left hand stopped him as his words came back to him.
‘I’m not going to need saving ever again! I’m not going to be afraid and try to run. I swear it on the pain in my left hand.’
Glancing back at Zabuza, he noticed saw that his forehead protector was being stepped on. He recalled the time he begged Iruka-sensei to let him try it on, only to receive a lecture on how it was the symbol that he has graduated and grown up. The memory of Iruka giving him his forehead protector came back to him as well.
He knew that he had to get it back, to prove that he was a ninja.
.:When I dream, I dream:.
The blonde ninja stood slowly, an air of confidence around him as he ran toward the Jounin. He was flung back again, this time his precious item in hand. He tied it back on tightly as he addressed the Mist ninja, “Hey you eyebrow-less freak, put this in your notebook. The man who will one day become Hokage, Leaf village ninja!”
.:If there's a time in your life:.
Team 7 returned to Konoha, another completed mission under their belt. This time, with a lesson learned as well. A shinobi was only a tool to be used in war. He had learned it the hard way, through the death of a boy named Haku. He was like him, alone in the world till he found his precious person. Haku taught him a great deal, if he had someone he wanted to protect, he could find true strength. It was through Haku, that he found his nindo. To never take back his words.
.:When the odds are so against you:.
Authoress: Chibified Kitsunes
Summary: One boy's dream to become Hokage. Naruto centric. Spoilers for ch 235 of the manga.
[oneshot,songfic]
Rating: K+
Pairings: None
Genre: General
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does. I also do not own the song "I Dream" sung by Taufik Batisa, written by Mike Fallon.
Song Title: I Dream
Singer: Taufik Batisa (Singapore Idol winner, our first and very own Idol)
.:lyrics:.
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A five year old boy stood in the center of an empty playground, tears trickling down scarred cheeks.
“Why do they hate me so much…”
Alone in the world, there was nobody he could turn to. His bright sunny hair moved slightly in the wind, blue eyes glistening with tears as he recalled the hateful words.
“BAKEMONO!!”
“GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD!”
“Don’t play with him, if you do the demon will come and eat you.”
.:In my mind, I can climb:.
Even with all the hate revolving around him, this little boy of five summers soon grew to trust the old man in the red hat. He noticed that everyone seemed to respect him, greeting him with the words ‘Hokage-sama’. He had once asked him what it was like to be this ‘Hokage-sama’. The old man had laughed it off saying “It’s just a job.”
With all the maturity a five year old had, he answered, “Then why do people not look at me meanly when you’re around? You must be a hero!”
.:All the mountains that surround me:.
He looked forward to his weekly visits and the treats at the Ichiraku ramen stand. Or maybe it was the ramen, or the way the owner looked at him. Oji-san would often give him extras, even when the old man wasn’t there. He even chased away some of the older boys who were bullying him.
The blonde child decided he liked these two old men. They were his idols, his saviors from his loneliness. But there were times when the young boy truly felt alone, with hate resonating around him, there was no one to turn to. He tried to hide his feelings, covering them up with a smile, playing pranks on people to get them to notice him.
These were the times when it hurt the most, knowing people were only looking and laughing at you because you are the cause of the trouble. Despite the pain in his heart, he continued to act the way he did, as it was the only way.
.:My spirit's there, where eagles dare to fly:.
He would often be dragged to the old man’s office where the villagers would bow down and greet ‘Hokage-sama’. But this time he was puzzled when he was dragged toward the academy instead. It turned out that the old man was visiting the students that day.
Curious blue eyes watched intently as the old man spoke to a pineapple haired man, so he had called him when they first met. The old man had chuckled and decided he could leave the child with him.
.:In my heart, there's a spark:.
With slitted eyes, the young boy analyzed the older man. He wore a ‘Choo-nin’ vest and had the metal thing wrapped around his forehead, showing he was a ninja. His hair was tied up at the back of his head, sticking out like a pineapple and a scar stretched across his nose.
Deciding he looked nice enough, he spoke up before the man could. “Ano sa, what’s a ‘Hokage-sama’?”
The black haired man gawked before coughing lightly, shocked that a boy this age did not know what, much less who the Hokage was. He began explaining that the Hokage was a hero recognized by everyone as the strongest ninja in the village, and protects everyone from harm. He continued in his speech, not knowing that the moment he had said ‘A hero recognized by everyone’, he had already lost the boy.
The blond child of five summers now knew what he wanted to become, the Hokage. He jumped up, startling the droning man as he yelled, “I’M GOING TO BE HOKAGE!!!”
.:That can light the world around me:.
Many scoffed at him, others laughed at the impossibility of him reaching the goal. The boy of 5 years grew up. At ten he told the old man he wanted his job, instead of the usual laugh he would get, all he received was a pat on his head with the words, “You’ll have to go through ninja academy first.”
He walked in excitedly for the first day of school only to be jeered at and ignored. Tears welled up in his eyes but he forced them away, placing his mask on as he walked in. Someone however saw through it as he went up and introduced himself.
“Ohayo, from today onwards, I’ll be your sensei. You can call me Iruka-sensei.” From then on, Pineapple head was gone and a new name stuck.
.:An open door, where I am sure dreams are:.
The young boy still created trouble for everyone, wanting to be noticed. He always was the joke of the class, making a fool of himself. He was unable to master even the simplest of all jutsus and it was no surprise that he failed the class. It was the same the following year and he soon became known as ‘The Deadlast’.
Still in his third year he failed to pass the graduation test, being the Bunshin no Jutsu his most hated skill. His heart sank as his favorite sensei and only friend denied him the chance of passing. He sat at his swing downcast, knowing that he was nothing but a loser, a deadlast.
.:It doesn't matter if I win:.
Mizuki offered him an alternative, to steal a scroll, he did as he was told; only to find out it was all a trick. Mizuki only wanted two things, the scroll and to kill him. But a horrible secret was revealed. The reason why everyone hated him, the reason why Iruka had no family; because he was the Kyuubi, the nine tailed demon fox that had destroyed the village 10 years ago.
He shook his head denying it, refusing to believe it.
Looking toward Iruka, he knew it was true. Just when the boy thought all was lost, Iruka came out of nowhere and took the killing blow for him.
He didn’t know why.
The older man poured his heart out, tears spilling over and dropping onto his face. He told him how he knew the pain of loneliness, how he had acted just like him to gain attention but always returned to an empty home. “If I had done a better job, you wouldn’t have to feel like this…”
.:Or the color of my skin:.
But having already been used and betrayed he did not know what to do. Turning tail, he fled the meadow regardless of Iruka’s calls. He hid behind the tree as he heard Mizuki and Iruka converse. His heart tore in two when he heard his beloved sensei agree with the fact that the demon fox wouldn’t try to use the scroll’s power. The thought that even Iruka didn’t acknowledge him struck a chord deep in his heart.
But he looked up suddenly when Iruka spoke up saying he was different, that he acknowledged him as one of his best students. He wasn’t the demon fox anymore; he was a member of the hidden leaf’s village. Tears rolled down his dirty cheeks, those same cheeks that defined him as the Kyuubi’s vessel, as he heard his sensei acknowledge him by calling his name out confidently. He was finally acknowledged by his precious person and recognized for who he was, not what was in him.
.:Cause the race is all about:.
The so-called deadlast burst out of his hiding place just in time to kick the traitor down, deflecting the shuriken heading for Iruka. As he stood between the two sensei’s, forbidden scroll in hand, he all but snarled out, “Don’t touch Iruka-sensei, I’ll kill you!”
With that said, he performed a single seal before yelling out, “KAGE BUNSHIN NO JUTSU!”
Finally he stood proudly in front of a battered Mizuki facing his sensei grinning sheepishly. He was surprised however when Iruka called him over and asked him to close his eyes. He did as told and opened them when Iruka said it was ok. He blinked trying to adjust to the morning sunlight flickering through the canopy of trees, but he could see that the forehead protector that used to be on his sensei’s head was gone. In his hand hung his treasured goggles.
Tears welled up in his eyes before he lunged himself at his sensei, heedless of his cries of pain.
.:Believing in yourself:.
His first meeting with his team did not go well. Already they had not made a good impression with the sensei, courtesy of his duster on door prank, and the truth that only 9 out of 27 genins pass hit them hard. If they failed Kakashi’s test, he would have to go back to the academy. In all his 12 years, he suddenly felt a sense of dread. Despite that, he still spoke confidently of his dreams.
‘I can’t fail here, after everything I’ve been through, I can’t let the old man or Iruka-sensei down.’
He gritted his teeth as his sensei referred to him as deadlast. Even after everything he had done, after everything he had gone through, why did people still label him. It was just not fair.
.:’Cause I dream, I can run:.
He lunged forward with the intent of killing his sensei, wanting him to take back his words. But before long, he found himself in the lake, courtesy of Kakashi’s 10,000 years of pain, or in simple words, a super powerful *ss poke.
.:Like the wind, and be strong:.
‘I’m going to make him acknowledge me! I must become a ninja!’ He yelled in his mind as his Kage Bunshins leapt out to join him. His sensei was caught off guard as one of his bunshins grabbed him from behind. But despite his hard work, he still lost as his sensei replaced himself with another of his bunshins.
Before long, he found himself tied to the stump for trying to cheat. Kakashi said that if anyone tried to feed him, they would all fail. Just when he disappeared, Sasuke handed his over saying he didn’t want anyone to drag him down. Sakura’s bento soon joined them and just as quickly as he had disappeared, Kakashi reappeared only to tell them they had passed.
And thus he achieved the first step towards his dream, his dream of becoming Hokage.
.:When my heart just wants to give in:.
His team’s first big mission was to escort a builder from the Country of Wave. He grit his teeth in anger as Tazuna insulted his ability as a ninja and he yelled at him, “When I become Hokage, you’ll have to acknowledge me!!”
But not even halfway through the mission, he had suffered humiliation by having Sasuke save him and call him a scardy cat and was poisoned. He turned his back on his team as his sensei announced he was calling the mission off to head back to the village to treat him.
With a flick of his wrist, he plunged his kunai into the back of his hand.
.:I dream, I can be:.
‘Why is there so much of a difference?’
‘Why am I always?’
‘I should be becoming stronger!’
‘I’ve completed many missions and even practice jutsu everyday by myself.’
‘I’m not going to need saving ever again!’
‘I’m not going to be afraid and try to run. I will not lose to Sasuke.’
‘I swear it on the pain in my left hand.’
“With this kunai, I will protect the old man!”
.:The hero that's in me:.
He soon found himself face to face with a Jounin, one who had killed mercilessly, even when he was a child. With their sensei trapped in Zabuza’s water prison, his team was helpless. In a flash, he was knocked to the ground. Scared he turned to crawl away but the pain in his left hand stopped him as his words came back to him.
‘I’m not going to need saving ever again! I’m not going to be afraid and try to run. I swear it on the pain in my left hand.’
Glancing back at Zabuza, he noticed saw that his forehead protector was being stepped on. He recalled the time he begged Iruka-sensei to let him try it on, only to receive a lecture on how it was the symbol that he has graduated and grown up. The memory of Iruka giving him his forehead protector came back to him as well.
He knew that he had to get it back, to prove that he was a ninja.
.:When I dream, I dream:.
The blonde ninja stood slowly, an air of confidence around him as he ran toward the Jounin. He was flung back again, this time his precious item in hand. He tied it back on tightly as he addressed the Mist ninja, “Hey you eyebrow-less freak, put this in your notebook. The man who will one day become Hokage, Leaf village ninja!”
.:If there's a time in your life:.
Team 7 returned to Konoha, another completed mission under their belt. This time, with a lesson learned as well. A shinobi was only a tool to be used in war. He had learned it the hard way, through the death of a boy named Haku. He was like him, alone in the world till he found his precious person. Haku taught him a great deal, if he had someone he wanted to protect, he could find true strength. It was through Haku, that he found his nindo. To never take back his words.
.:When the odds are so against you:.