Bishi-File: Young Naruto

Warmth radiates from this boy, eyes blue as the clear spring sky over flowing with a kind of purity unimaginable. A miscievious smile crosses his face as you approach, three narrow lines mark his warmly colored cheeks almost whisker like but there are no protruding whiskers. The fluffy haired blonde bounds up to you asking if you've seen someone around. His eyes alight with excitement that spills over into his voice, as the youth examines you as if wondering if you are this person in disguise you in turn take a moment to appraise him as well. Bright orange jumpsuit with a contrasting blue on his shoulders a red swirl image decorates the back of his clothing. He's a bit short but his personailty and  soulful eyes make him seem more mature than he ought be, then you glimpse the haunting loneliness in his eyes and the instinct to hug this boy lovingly surges through you, but resisting because he's not your child causes him to pause and ask you if you are alright. Laying a hand upon his head you smile that the hair is much softer than it appeared. You reply that you should be asking him that, catching him off guard. He nods saying that he's fine and you see the boy's well constructed mask crumble, revealing astonishment that you saw his pain through the mirthful smile and illusion of joyfulness created by the shaggy sunshine hair atop his head. Threateningly, a flicker of red dances through his eyes as if daring you to give him a reason to strike, daring you to give the boy cause for the release of anger and agony. But you aren't crule, you don't see the beast the boy has lived with his whole life, and been deemed a monster for, far from that. You sense the child's desire to protect, and to love and be loved It's a sensation that wrenches your heart even as you see passers by glower contemptuously at the boy, and you for consorting with him. A beautiful but unkempt child looked after maybe but rather neglected still, his manner rough and his social grace faultering but making him all the more endearing. Upon asking his name he grins vibrantly, and introduces himself as Naruto Uzumaki, the next Hokage, and you feel the pity you felt for him evaporate with the power of his entusiasm. You see he's much stronger looking now that the frailness you witnesed moments ago. Again this boy's eyes facinate you, so expressive yet concealing, if you were not as perceptive you might never have noticed the loneliness pouring from every ounce of his being, nor the beast taunting you to hurt the boy into releasing it. The childish lips, cracked and chapped from softly gnawing on them curve even more into a smile as he takes your hand and invites you to lunch at Ichiraku Ramen with his teammates. Humoringly, you accept and see a pure joy erupt across his features as he drags you along to meet a pink haired girl and a dark haired boy waiting for him. The girl is outraged by his late arrival and demands your name while the last teammate remains silent and contemplative of your familiarity with exuberant blonde. You tell her your name is not for smart aleck little girls and that you are the blonde's (older sibling figure/date/etc.) and for her to mind her own buissness. The boy who's kept silent till now blatantly calls you a liar saying that you must have only just met young Naruto. It is now you glower at him in a menacing look that starts him. You state that your reason for being here is Naruto alone and that they can pay for their own meals but that you shall be treating Naruto. Bright blue widens and gazes upon you in almost rapt adoration, grateful for the kind and gentle manner in which you've treated him. With a smile to him, ignoring the incredulous looks from his teammates, you lead him into the stand's small bar area and begin your 'Lunch Date' with the kind hearted prankster