Crack. I vicious kick shattered one of my upper left ribs.

"Die Kyuubi! You're a danger to the village!"

Another crack. My jaw was dislocated by a blow of the same caliber as the first.

"I lost my daughter because of you, bakemono!"

The same painful snap followed by a dull ache. There goes my left pinky...

"That was for my wife and brothers!"

It was always the same. For all six years of my life. I'd end up curled into a ball on the ground, getting beat up by a bunch of complete strangers for a bunch of crimes I don't remember committing.

"I'll end you once and for all! You never should've been born! No wonder you're an orphan!"

I saw that villager wielding a rusty-looking sword, poised to end me then and there. I might've let him, had he not crossed the line with his perpetual energy source of a cakehole. I stopped the vertical swing by its hilt at the last second, eliciting a gasp from the group of vengeful assailants.

"Insult my looks, personality, the Kyuubi, or even my existence for all I care. But you really fucking jumped the gun when you mouthed a single word about my parents..." Or lack there of. I was too enraged to notice the orange glow emanating off of my body. In my anger, I squeezed the hilt so hard that it completely shattered, leaving the villagers speechless and cowering in fear.

"Somebody save us!" One woman screamed while breaking for the hokage's place if residence.

"The beast has awakened!" The man with the sword yelled inanely to nobody in particular.

"I'm sorry I couldn't avenge you, Mitsuki, Matsumoto, Makoto..." One of the leading kicker was on his knees praying to the heavens. None of this really mattered to me as I muttered only 4 words...

"I will kill you!" I said, my voice unnaturally low and feral. I slipped into a stance resembling a fox, poised on all fours, ready to pounce. As I lifted up my hand-which felt more like a claw at the time- for a kill, I thought things over. If I went through with this, a couple of shinobi would appear and easily restrain me due to my lack of experience or control. At that rate, I'd only exact revenge for making my life a living hell on 3 measly villagers. Nobodies. But if I trained as a shinobi and became Hokage, I would not only have extreme power and experience at that point in time, but I'd have the resources & trust to destroy all of Konoha from behind the scenes! Yes... I'll become Hokage for he best odds of success in vengeance against this hell-hole.

"I'll let you foolish discriminators live." For now... Just when the orange aurora surrounding me faded, and I turned to see the third Hokage rushing in with some anbu. With tears stinging the back of my bloodshot eyes, I asked,

"Why didn't you tell me? You were the only person in this place that I even remotely trusted." I said, my voice wavering. He turned towards the villagers and, with some set of gestures unbeknownst to me, saw to it that they were slaughtered on the spot. I saw it on his face, he regretted it, and even mourned for them. They were trying to kill me and he, my grandfather figure, mourned for them! He started talking to me, but the words didn't seem to even be processed, everything went red and I just ran. In a matter of years, I'd decided, they'd all pay.

I am Naruto Uzumaki, and I live to watch the Village of The Hidden Leaf burn to the ground. This is my story, one of revenge, deceit, and hatred.