Pilot Chapter & Prologue

I WILL STATE THIS DISCLAIMER THIS ONE TIME ONLY BUT IT APPLIES TO THE ENTIRETY OF 'YOU WERE MY LIGHT DURING MY DARKEST TIME'.

This story idea was adopted from my friend KakashiHatakiNaruUzu (Thank you) !

1. This story is going to be based in the Naruto "Universe" as such, so similarities will appear such as some of the language (such as jutsu, ANBU, shinobi, ninja, etc.) will appear throughout this book, however, ALL credit for the original works belong to Masashi Kishimoto for the creation of the characters and everything officially released under his name.

I own nothing from the Naruto-verse.

2. This book has been adopted from a friend but I have adapted and edited it to suit my writing style- which I no longer apologise for. This is the second story I am writing since I abandoned High School in 1999...

5. Everything is from my imagination. Nothing in here is real! Even if some parts of this story may have been inspired by events I have personally experienced the rest is fiction. All names and locations have been changed to protect me.

Thank you.

Borahae

( I Purple You )

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KEY / INDEX:

" speaking " ' thinking ' * actions * '* kunzite mental-link *'

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PROLOGUE: DUANMU TANZANITE-WUXIAN, AGED 3

Duanmu Wuxian; an orphan, a child with a sunny disposition, always happy, always pulling pranks and joking around, seeming to always be spreading joy and happiness as he runs about his village. A child with silver hair that would remind you of the colour of moonlight, like the reflection of a full moon on a deep, still lake, eyes so violet they rival the sweetest summer sunrise that has not a wisp of a cloud to be seen, whose smile was bright and a laugh that made others smile to hear it...

Duanmu Wuxian; an orphan due to a tragedy nobody would talk about, a child hiding behind a sunny disposition, rarely happy, always pulling pranks and joking around so others would pay him the slightest attention, seeming to always be spreading joy and happiness as he runs away from the people in his village. A child with silver hair that could remind you of the colour of moonlight which was too often coated in tar, semen, dirt and his own blood, eyes so violet they rival the sweetest summer sunrise but in which you can see nothing but an empty void, a child whose smile was too bright and too fake, and a laugh that made others smile to hear it but held so much pain...

Duanmu Wuxian was so broken that he didn't think he could be fixed. There were always the hateful whispers that Duanmu heard like demon, monster, beast, a plague to the village, useless, murderer, killer, worthless, go die, kill it, get it!, and the worst one of all, see you tomorrow. Duanmu didn't understand; he hadn't done anything that he knew of, all he knew is everyone in the village hated him and wanted him dead.

But nobody would tell him why.

Duanmu couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been bullied, cursed at, put down, chased, hated, or beaten. It had been going on since he could remember; when he was kicked out of the orphanage, well, thrown out a window into the alley behind the orphanage and being told to go and die because he was nothing but a curse and a devil. The adults encouraged their children to bully him, and discouraged their children from making friends with him.

But nobody would tell him why...