" Scum!"

" Piece of trash!"

" Dirt!"

" Demon!"

" Worthless!"

" Kill him!"

These words could be heard from several different people. Many adults, some teens, but only 8 children who didn't even have their Konoha forehead protector, they didn't even go to the academy yet. Probably pampered at home.

One ninja stepped out from the others. A jonin with kunai in hand.

A young boy was already pretty much battered, bruised, bleeding, anything else you can thing of that involves being hurt.

" Okay kid, now I'm going to do to you what you did to us." the man said.

' What did I do? I don't even know them! Why!' The kunai already came down, piercing his right eye.

The boy screamed. He screamed so loud that after a few seconds he was unable to scream any longer.

The man simply snickered while the other ninjas, weaker rank, praised and cheered him. The eight children just cheering with the adults. Not knowing what was going on.

They left him there where he was huddling in a ball bleeding no doubt about it to his death. They had to clear out before the Sandaime came to the aid of the boy. He took a liking to him that everyone knew about.

However as soon as everyone left the boy there he got up. Brushed himself off, pulled out the sharpened weapon from his eye, and began walking so no one would ever find him.

He was in the back of an alley way, was being the keyword, he always ran there when everyday the genin, chounin, and jonin chased after him. Some academy students too. This time with a bloody eye, though, he had enough.

Some poor unlucky ninja passed his way. As soon as the man spotted him he was as good as dead. One look at the young boy killed him.

The boy thought for a minute. He dug through the pouch of the now dead ninja and pulled out a kunai knife. The very thing that made him lose and gain an eye. Yes for this boy was a jinchuuriki. That lost of the eye gave him a stronger one. And he liked it. Oh he liked it very much. To payback the people who hurt him. He liked it indeed.

He tore off the headband of the man, he didn't need now after all, and scratched the kunai against the middle of the metal part going all the way across. In his mind if he was going to act like a traitor and missing nin; then he might as look like one.

Name: Uzumaki, Naruto. Age: 16. Hair: Blonde. Occupation: Deceased, missing nin…

He hated that village more than anything. More than he loved ramen. It was past hate or some silly grudge now. He despised that village with every fiber in his living body.

So…if he hated it so much than why is he coming back to it after more then 10 or 12 years?

'Simple kit. You wanted to see how the village is doing now that you heard the old man died. A year ago or not you want to see how they're doing with Tsunade at the hands over things for over a year.' The beast within him growled.

' Yeah, maybe. But who says I wasn't going just to kill off every single one of them?' this was true. He wanted to wrap his hands around each villager and strangle them.

But the Kyuubi just laughed, ' Then who'd challenge you kit? Those idiots marked you as dead so they don't watch out where they send their men.'

' They don't care in the first place. Shinobi are just tools used to the liking of whomever they work for. Disposable and with more to spare.' The jinchuuriki thought.

His traitor headband visible for the world to see, covering his damaged right demon eye.

Stronger than any ANBU you'd ever meet, faster then the most skilled nin you'll find, smarter than the Sandaime himself, and more deadly then you'll ever think.

He scratched the back of his blonde hair while jumping from tree to tree. Something he had learned to do subconsciously while talking to the demon held within him.

' I taught you well huh kit? You know all the shinobi rules, all justsus, ninja equipment, and more. You're better than anyone in your age group. Much better then those disgraceful ANBU's.'

Uzumaki laughed, ' Comparing me to them is a little bit of an insult. I always was better.'

' And that's without my help. Imagine your power with as small as a 12th of my power.'

' I wouldn't need it' This was the truth. It would seem that he is unstoppable now.

Uzumaki stopped on the last tree before the gates the Village Hidden In the Leaves.

Uzumaki growled a bit remembering how much he was tortured there as a little boy. But he learned to control himself and fought back the urge to charge in there and start a fire the fire village, how ironic.

' First stop done.' he thought, ' Next is to enter the village.' The jinchuuriki leapt from the tree he was in before the Kyuubi suddenly yelled within him, Kit wait!'

It was too late. Uzumaki Naruto was already walking to the sentries posted there to open them.