S.B

سلام عليكم

He loved the color yellow.

He was so loud when we were young, always in trouble-the kind of boy who could have inspired a whole novel. I saw so much of him in Naruto... a troublemaker just like him.

I never dared to write about him, though -how he used to hide moths in the drawers, or the way he would throw frogs.

A warrior in his own right, armed with those toy guns that shot painful little balls, and with no mercy, he would shoot other kids his age with them as a game they play.

He loved yellow.

He once told me, when we were little and one of the boys had insulted me, that he would kick him, and he did-only for the other boy to apologize to me for his wrongdoing.

Pranks seemed to be his second name; that's what he loved doing. Yet, despite all of that, he wasn't a bad person. He didn't grow up to be someone with a poor character.

He loved yellow because he was as warm as the sun, the closest thing I knew to the truth.

And yet, despite all that, he became a mirage-a memory nearly blending into fantasy, as if there was never someone who loved the color yellow. He went far, far away to a place where the sun can't reach.

Thanks for the follow, Nine. 👍

Whistling throw the void ✨