Brother

I have always known that he and I were different. People had always treated us differently. Well they didn't like us, for no reason. They would change their way not to cross us in the streets. They would ask their children to look away and not talk to us. They would ask their dogs to pursue us for fun. They wouldn't lift a finger seeing us in misery.

We were outcasts.

But then again, he and I were different. If was treated lower than dirt, like an infectious disease, they viewed me as a victim. I was the poor girl that had a brother like him. To some people, it was okay to look at me. To others, I had to share the burden my brother had.

He and I were different in how we handled the problems.

Naruto wanted to prove he was alive, that he existed. It didn't matter to him that they cursed him, beat him, or punish him. He proved to them he was alive. He was the guy that did pranks all the time to show them he was there. He was the clown that would make their teeth grit. He was an idiot that shone brightly. When they gave him the cold shoulder or insulted him, he would snap and hit them. Most of the time he would lose. But he never gave up.

I was different. Because I wanted to survive in this hostile world. It didn't matter if I was bullied or whatever. I could take it, for him I could take it. I loved him. If people pitied me, then I could use that to help him. Even if I wasn't doing good things all the time. When he had been kicked out of the orphanage, I hid him into my room until I was told by the other children. When we starved to death in the new apartment we were loaned by the Hokage, I stole food. I would do anything to keep his smile.

Naruto was my sun, and I was just a mere shadow, lurking in the dark to help him. It was unfair what they did to us, but I was the lucky one. It didn't felt right that they preferred me to him. I hadn't anything special. He was the one special.

Because he was so poorly treated, I was the one to ensure our survival. He was happy and alive, and I was looking out for the both of us. He could do whatever he wanted to exist. He could even defend my own honour. What mattered to me was his happiness, even if it look like an impossible task.

I wanted to protect his smile. No matter what it took.

Then we grew up and he became a hero. And I felt that he could indeed become our next Hokage. His dream became my dream. My only goal in life. And I was ready to fight against any hardships.