Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sky Blue Eyes ❯ Chasing Butterflies ( Chapter 1 )

I wouldn't have noticed him that day, not at all, if it hadn't been for the butterfly.

He doesn't remember, and I know that, but I do. I like it remember that day, the day I first met him.

 

I'd seen him before, all the time actually. He wasn't like the others as they laughed and ran about stupidly, no cares in the world, no, he never did that. Whenever he laughed, whenever he ran, he always had a reason. I could see it.

I knew it.

 

He used to sit alone, just sitting on the little swing in the corner of the playground, staring at the ground or watching the others play for awhile. He always looked as if he were trying to see something so small it was almost impossible to even know it was there. But he knew it was there, he was smart enough. Not smart like me, not a genius, but a different sort of smart. He knew things no one else did, special things. I wanted to know those things. I wanted him to teach me about them.

Only me.

 

I used to glance at him every so often, watch him for a moment before just looking away, ignoring him even if I didn't want to. I wanted to go and say hello, go and see him, but I never did. I should have, I see that now. He was always in trouble, playing jokes and pulling pranks that never went right. He always got caught, no matter what. I wondered why he kept on going, why he kept doing it when he just ended up on his ass afterwards. But it didn't matter what I though, he just did it anyway.

Because…because he wanted to be seen.

 

Everyone always hated him so, ignored him, hurt him. Never physically, but I knew he hurt inside; it would hurt anyone, to be tormented like that. They used to turn away from him, leave him alone to just stand there and watch them walk away. I would watch him, watch his shoulders fall and his head droop as he dragged himself home, but then I never did anything about it, never stopped his shoulders from falling in defeat.

 

No, I just let him fall into emptiness.

And then that day I saw him, I really met him. The field was empty that day, I thought it was anyway. The grass rippled in the light breeze and the sun shone brightly up in the clear blue sky, so beautiful. I remembered sitting under the tree, there was only one in the field, there always had been. And I looked and saw, saw him just standing there in the middle of the field, all alone. I don't know why I walked over to him, I never really will I supposed, but I did.

 

He didn't even seem to notice me at first, just stared up at the brilliant blue sky as a butterfly flitted about high above us. And then he turned, and smiled at me.

Only me, all for me. His eyes were so bright, so beautiful and strange. I felt like drowning in them.

 

“It's strange, isn't it?”

He spoke, sounding so normal and human when those eyes told me otherwise.

“Whenever I reach out to catch that butterfly, it always flies away from me. No matter how hard I try.” I couldn't help but stare at him, confused. “Then why do you keep trying?” I asked, as if he were stupid. He smiled again, sadly, yet there was an intense joy there, radiating off him. I wanted some of the joy.

I wanted to make that joy for him.

 

“Because I then when I finally do catch it, I'll be happy, and that's all I'm looking for.”

 

And then he was gone.

Running after that god damn butterfly and leaving me alone again, just watching him go.

 

He never looked back.

I hoped…I hope he catches that butterfly one day.