This story is gory.
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"Someone speaking"
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Cold was the single sensation that ran through the bloody mound of flesh that was left of his body. It was the most excruciating thing one could possibly undergo. It had been three god forsaken days since Naruto had been kidnapped and the torture had started. At the moment, his face was being slammed into a container full of razor sharp ice masses floating in freezing water. When he was finally pulled out, he was thrown to the ground; the dark room hiding his broken body.
The two unforgiving guards that were dishing out the pain moved aside to allow a shady figure to approach the battered corpse. Naruto had no time to breathe as the man picked him up by the ragged cloth Naruto wore as a shirt and brought him towards the man's old, wrinkled face. The tension was more agonizing than any of the numerous tortures that he had endured. The man's piercing stare was more painfully cold than any of the psychological abuse that had been sent his way during his short existence of only ten years. The man's awkward gaze brought back the memory of how he had ended up in this hell.
Flashback: three days prior
Naruto's day was absolutely miserable. He had been tormented by the villagers more than ever today. 'I guess I should stop being surprised, it's not like they consider me as a human being anyway' thought Naruto. Today was October tenth, his deity forsaken birthday. On this day he had to reside completely out of sight or it was his, and the demon fox's end. Yes, he knew of the demon, the commencement of all his problems. After being the recipient of all the demon insults he figured that it must have had something to do with the demon fox, the only known demon to ever associate with Konoha.
The bizarre markings on his stomach he later established to be seals only helped him to realize that the kyuubi was sealed within him. Normally, Naruto would never be caught in the open on his birthday due to his worries of the villagers finding him. This being said, he had just run out of all his food and needed to acquire something to consume. Given that he had skipped out on his meals yesterday his body was starting to burn the only thing left: his muscles. He could feel himself growing weaker as time went on. Having two souls to feed really took a toll on his body; this is why he had such an enormous metabolism. Going more than three days without food was fatal. He was stretching his limit and he knew it. Waiting until it was dark to buy food with the infinitesimal amount of money the hokage had given him was hell.
He needed to wait until most people were off the streets until he could accomplish anything in public. But there was a risk with moving at night: the village drunkards love to come out and play. Even though there were less people and a reduced chance of being caught, there was a higher risk of injury if he was caught.
It was now late evening, and so far he was able buy his supplies disguised using a torn black cloth he had found in a dumpster on the way to the nearest grocery store. The disguise was necessary because of the brutal treatment he usually received from the shop owner.
He was on his way back to his decrepit shack he called an apartment where he would make himself a meager dinner of instant ramen; if he could get that far without meeting his end. Unfortunately for Naruto, he was not in god's favor.
Naruto was thinking of how he could get to his domicile without walking straight through the main shopping district of Konoha because of the huge population of civilians who dwelled there; when he noticed the dancing shadows that lurked behind him. He had no time to react when something akin to a metal baseball bat connected with the backside of his head. His vision started to blur and he felt a warm, sticky liquid slowly make its way down the back of his neck; He had no time to figure out what predicament he was now involved in. He was slammed into the near wall to his right and almost immediately lost consciousness. The man that had just physically abused Naruto flung the boy on his back and started to head towards the outskirts of the village using the rooftops as a guide.
Flashback end
And here he was, being battered by this man and his damned guards. The man who now held Naruto's life in his hands started to speak. "Do you know why you are here, demon?" the shaded man asked. Naruto gurgled out his reply with a faint chuckle, "So you too eh? Another one of those douche bag villagers come to end my life, is that it?" Naruto's chuckle became a full blown laugh as the insanity he had been so welcome to over these past few days showed through his now pale blue orbs. The man turned to his guards but quickly twisted back towards Naruto as his wooden cane connected with Naruto's scarred face. Naruto's laugh only strengthened as the force from the blow knocked him onto his back. "Master Danzou, would you like us to finish the demon now?" the guard to the right asked. "Do it, I don't want to see his body again in one piece" Danzou replied through the maniacal laugh of the battered boy. Just as the guards drew their now revealed blades, a burst of noxious chakra was released from Naruto's side of the dank room. The man now identified as Danzou turned around to discover a still laughing Naruto being lifted from the floor by a malevolent red chakra. Naruto seemed to be covered in this overpowering energy as his seemingly fatal injuries healed instantly while his body became more muscular. His eyes became crimson with a midnight black slit adorning the middle of each of his overwhelming orbs. His nails became sharp and elongated while his whisker marks became more defined. His golden blonde hair became a shade darker and his already untamable locks became even wilder. The loud roar that escaped Naruto fulfilled the transformation.
The guards dropped their swords and ran for their pitiful lives as Danzou just stared in shock at the oddity that was now standing before him. Naruto quickly scanned the room and charged at a tremendous speed towards Danzou. One slash of Naruto's claw silenced Danzou's muffled scream as his decapitated head fell to the ground. The bloody mound that was Danzou's cranium was forever crafted into an expression of everlasting horror. Naruto didn't stop there as he slammed his chakra encoded hand into the ground which then almost immediately crashed through the ground right under the foremost guard. The guard's gory carcass was slammed into the ceiling before it fell to the ground as Naruto turned his attention to guard number two. The man was running down the hallway trying to escape the bloodied claws of Uzumaki Naruto. Naruto gave chase for a short few seconds before he slammed his single chakra tail into the wall which soon popped out to the right of the guard. The guard had not one chance to react as the tail wrapped around him and shredded him to pieces. After examining his gory creation he let out a chakra enhanced roar which shook the very roof he was beneath. He was considering ways to escape his inprisonment when he felt a sudden pull at his newly uncovered chakra. The pull immediately vacated his chakra coils as he gave way into unconsciousness
Everything was a blur to him now. Everything seemed so gloomy and the constant up and down motion he was feeling didn't help either. Naruto, having decided to see what was causing this sensation, fully opened his crust covered eyes to find an ANBU elite carrying him towards the bulky wooden gates of Konoha. Naruto turned his head enough to see what this specific ANBU member looked like, and wasn't too surprised to find that he looked exactly the same as all the other ANBU members that he had encountered during his life in Konoha. That was until he gazed upon his gravity defying silver-gray hair. It was odd to find someone with such a hair style in Konoha or in any place for that matter.
Naruto didn't have much time to ponder this oddity before his exhausted body decided to drag him into the depths of slumber.
The next day
Naruto awoke to be greeted by none other than the pristine white hospital walls. The white made him sick; he was tired of seeing it. He had been here many times because of serious injury. They never helped him here, on many occasions the staff tried to kill him with poisons injected via I.V. needle or would encounter an accident during treatment or surgery. The only thing keeping him alive was the demon fox and his absolute resolve to survive. Naruto turned his head to see a single yellow flower that the hokage always left him when he was trapped inside this bland cage. As Naruto gazed upon it, the flower slowly withered away and died. Naruto's expression stayed unemotional as he jumped out of bed without a sound.
He ripped off his light blue hospital gown and walked out of his hospital room, making sure that no one was around before slowly making his way to the nurses' closet. This is where they kept plain black shirts and plain white shorts for those whose clothes had become irreparable. He opened the door to the closet, ripped out the closest shirt and walked away towards the hallway window. He turned to the window and starred in shock at his slightly blurred reflection. His body had changed much more than he had anticipated. His hair had stayed the way it was when he had lost control; it had become a shade darker and was slightly longer. His body was much more muscular than before; now with a more cut build and a loss of baby fat along the edges of his face. The most startling change was his pale blue orbs had become crimson, with a thin black pupil as the focal point. After a quick examination of himself using the window as a mirror he threw on his shirt and slowly reached for the glass. After a few short seconds of his hand probing the windowpane, the glass shattered noiselessly from the chakra encasing he had just surrounded it with. Naruto jumped down to the ground from his perch on the third story and escaped the hospital without a trace; not that they cared.
After his getaway from the hospital, Naruto slowly made his way to his home for a bite to eat. This was followed by the realization that while being kidnapped he had dropped his supplies. With the understanding that his goods were either stolen or rancid, he made his way towards the training grounds where he habitually went to think and release any excess emotion he felt was clouding his mind. While on his advance to the training grounds, he noticed the odd looks he was getting from the villagers. It took a moment to identify the main emotion displayed on their faces: complete and utter terror. A small grin edged its way up against the previously emotionless visage of Uzumaki Naruto as he chuckled internally. A small wave of pride that he rarely felt bubbled up from his subconscious mind as he identified the stares from most of the women to be complete awe. 'It looks like I might actually gather some respect from these ignorant savages ' was Naruto's main thought as he passed more and more civilians. After a short while Naruto had made it to training ground eleven; his most preferred training ground because of the amount of natural cover there was. Naruto walked towards the center of the training ground,; his favorite spot for meditating. He sat down cross legged with his hands on his knees. After a few minutes Naruto was completely in tune to his subconscious mind.
Everything was going as it should have when thoughts started to form a visual rendering. It was of himself slaughtering everyone around him; the men were being ripped in half while the women and children were having their limbs ripped off one by one in the middle of a barren wasteland. Entire rivers of blood were being formed right under his feet.
After what seemed to be an eternity, a giant fox looking creature started to emerge around Naruto, and as it fully formed, everyone ceased to exist. Every living soul seemed to just perish as the transformation was complete, leaving only mangled chunks of flesh behind.
Naruto's eyes shot open after being forced out of his own mind. He just assumed it was the fucking fox screwing with things it shouldn't be, but he couldn't deny that he loved it. He loved the way they screamed, he loved the way his claws tore into their flesh, and he loved that they would all die by his hands. Naruto opted to not think about it and to go take a stroll, hoping that it might help to clear his mind.