Literature
Promise of a Lifetime
Naruto sat in his dimly-lit apartment, depressed. The only light came from the bright colors of the festival below.
'Another rotten birthday,' he thought bitterly. Needless to say, he truly hated this date. For sixteen years now, he's had to shut himself away so no one would bother him.
Well, at least no one's thrown anything or tried to burn my house, he joked aloud, laughing sourly. He sighed and sprawled himself out on his couch, his hands behind his head.
Heh, I'd probably go to that festival, provided there was someone who'd protect me...
As if on cue, a light knock sounded at his door. Quickly getting up, he