naruhinat-fan

"What am I doing here?" he muttered to himself. It was a clear night, and the moon was almost full. Not perfect, but close. Naruto had been wandering around the garden for several minutes now, lost in his own thoughts. He wasn't really pleased with his reason for being here, but he did appreciate having one so that he could get out of that damned ballroom. He was tired of the looks he was getting; they were the same ones that Sasuke himself often got, though he never cared. And Naruto, quite frankly, didn't care either. It wasn't too many years ago that they had all looked at him with hard, angry eyes, just like their parents had given him.