Prologue
A young boy, six or seven years old sits huddled in the closet corner, hiding his head as he tries to ignore the mob coming to kill him and the monster inside of him. This boy with eyes as clear and blue as the wintery sky knows that he will die tonight.
Even though so young, he feels no regrets for having to die this young. This is because he will do it for someone who he loves, and in return loves him. It is the only one who is there for him. His mother died in childbirth, and his father-- the Yondaime--sacrificed his life-- and his son's future to protect his home village; Konohonagakure. This boy; this jinchuriki with the nine tailed Kyuubi sealed within him is: Uzumaki Naruto.
Bam!
The villagers have finally broken down the door. They stream into the room as if a dam has just broken. At the front of the angry mob is a young ninja with a high ponytail and scar across his nose. He strides into the closet to drag the young jinchuriki out, and fetching a kunai, slices whisker marks into the sapphire-eyed boy before turning his back on him. Now and forever. You deserve this, he thinks. After all you murdered so many--including my parents. This man is Umino Iruka. The nine tailed fox killed his parents and made him an orphan.
After Iruka leaves the room, the villagers mercilessly beat the young orphan into oblivion. For Naruto, everything goes black; except for two red eyes remain, slowly starting to close. This is the Kyuubi no Kitsune. He was sealed away into Naruto by the Yondaime. In a flash, he remembers all of the memories of his container's life return to him. He remembers the whispering, the threats, the beatings; but worst of all, he remembers the loneliness his container felt until he fell into himself, and finally met Kyuubi. In this way, they connected and finally became friends. He decides. No! I won't give up! Me and my kit had an agreement! Neither of us will cease to exist in this corrupt world that we live in! And with a surge of power, Kyuubi rematerialized as his humanoid form, next to his one friend, now deceased.
A sad smile crossed his face. His skin, so alabaster seems luminescent in the moon light. His blood red locks seem maroon as they are contained in a low ponytail that falls down to his shoulder blades. His eyes dangerously flicker red to amber and back again as a single tear falls down his face. He rises and turns around, and the villagers circling him see that he only wears a pair of black baggy sweatpants. "You have all said in private" he hisses "that this child is the monster. The truth is that he wouldn't hurt a fly unless needed. He never wanted to join the academy, but had no choice. He never wanted to die. Your anbu aren't exactly the most reliable of people. Only a few of you treated him as a harmless boy. The truth is, you are the monsters, not him." With his speech finished, he gently picks up Naruto in his arms and rushes into the surrounding forests. Once there, he pushes a large amount of chakra into his former vessel, jumpstarting his heart. Naruto blearily opens his eyes, and Kyuubi embraces him. "They are the monsters, not you nor I"