You Were My Light, During My Darkest Time Duanmu Waitangi; an orphan, a child with a sunny disposition, always happy, constantly pulling pranks and joking around, seeming to always be spreading laughter, joy and happiness as he runs about his village. A child with silver hair that reminds you of moonlight reflected in a still lake, eyes so clear and violet they rival the sweetest summer sunrise that has not a whisp of a cloud to be seen, whose smile was bright and a laugh that made others smile to hear it...
Duanmu Waitangi; an orphan due to a tragedy nobody would talk about. A child hiding behind a sunny disposition, who was rarely genuinely happy, constantly pulling pranks and joking around so others would pay him even the slightest bit of attention. Seeming to always be spreading laughter, joy and happiness as he runs away from the people in his village. A child with silver hair that reminds you of moonlight reflected in a still lake, that was too often coated in blood, tar and semen and grime. Eyes so clear and violet they rival the sweetest summer sunrise, but in which you can only see an endless hollow void; whose smile was too bright, too fake, and a laugh that made others smile to hear it without knowing it held so much pain of the abused child...
Duanmu Waitangi was so broken and empty that he truly believed he couldn't be fixed. There were constantly hateful glares and whispers from the villagers, claiming he was nothing but a demon child, a monster, a murderer, he was worthless and they needed to try harder to kill it, and the worst one of all - we'll catch you tomorrow. The small beaten boy didn't understand why; he didn't think he'd done anything wrong, none of his pranks were harmful to others, all he knew is that everyone in the Red Spring Village hated him and wanted him dead.
But nobody would tell him why...
Duanmu Waitangi couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been bullied, cursed at, put down, beaten, chased, or abused. His earliest memory was when he was kicked out of the orphanage, well, he was tossed out one of the windows into the back alley with the garbage and being told he could go and die because he was nothing but a curse to the village, he was a demon.
Behind the Hokage's back the children bullied him, the adults around him encouraged the bullying and praised their children for their harsh words, and discouraged their children from making friends with him.
But nobody would ever tell him why....
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