Chapter 1: Words hurt
"Demon"
"Freak"
"I don't know why he is still allowed to stay in the village"
"Why don't you do us all a favor and die already, huh?!"
These were insults a little boy at the mere age of 7 has to endure everyday. His name is Naruto Uzumaki, an orphan who is treated poorly because he contains the Kyuubi No Kitsune (Nine-tailed Fox Demon) which attacked the village 7 years ago.
Even though some of the villagers are aware that that child is just a little kid who did nothing wrong, they just can't let go of the hatred they bare towards the monster which killed without contrition the people they loved. And so, just because he is a Jinchuuriki he is hated and looked down upon. No matter where he goes, the hatred filled stares of the citizens persecute him. They never cease to exist.
Bowing his head lower than it already was, Naruto continues his way home as quickly as he can.
He doesn't want to look up and see all of the glares directed at him nor does he wants to continue to listen to their insults. Even though he should be used to it by now, it still hurts no matter how many times he has to endure it.
"It is so disguting ugh. I just want it gone already."
"Same here. That monster is a danger to every citizen here. God knows what it would do to our children"
"I don't even want to think about it. I hope it never becomes a ninja. That freak is already dangerous as it is."
Gritting his teeth together to stop the oncoming tears from spilling over, Naruto breaks into a sprint towards his apartment to escape his cruel reality.
Digging his finger nails into his hand to distract himself from the emotional pain he suffers through, he runs as fast as his short legs can carry him.
He will be damned if he starts crying in front of them.
No, he won't give them the satisfication of breaking down.
'I won't cry! Not here! I won't! I won't!' Repeating this over and over like a mantra in his head, he finally arrives at his apartment.
It's a modest one bedroom apartment with a little kitchen area and a small bathroom. He doesn't really have much. Just the most necessary things like a bed with an old and dirty mattress, a nightstand, a full-body mirror and a closet. But he will take what he can get.
There are just two things which he really hates about his apartment.
For one the lack of warm water which leaves him with cold showers even in winter. Not that he didn't try to talk to the guy who is responsible for this, but noone really takes you seriously when you're just a little boy. And in the case of Naruto, they plainly just don't care.
And the other thing he absolutely detestes are the graffitis on his apartment walls.
Like 2 months ago some villagers thought it would be absolutely hilarious to break into his apartment and spray paint the walls with things like "Demon", "Worthless", "Die", "Hated", "Freak"... well, you get the idea.
Of course Naruto tried to clean the paint off but there's only so much you can do with cold water and a tattered cloth.
So he left it like that. That way whenever he wakes up the first thing he sees are these slurs.. But whatever, he is a demon after all.
After getting out of his clothes and putting on an old grey shirt with holes in it and black sweatpants, he crawls beneath his thin blanket and finally lets his tears fall.
Naruto has always been a silent crier, never have been one who liked to show his emotions and pain, prefering to suffer alone. The one time he did cry in front of the villagers, they just laughed at his misery and left him like that. Cold. Alone. Miserable.
But that's just the way it always has been and always will be.
Stiffling his sobs in his pillow, he continues to cry his heart out.. cries because of the citizens, because of the fact that he doesn't have parents nor friends who can support and comfort him, because he doesn't have anyone to love him, because everyone hates him.
Because he is alone..
Author“s Note
Hi everyone.
If you're reading this right now, thank you for reading my story. It really means a lot mainly because I think that this story didn't turn out how I expected it to be.
I would really like some feedback in regards to the story.
Did you like it? Did you hate it? Why? What could I do better next time?
And should I continue to write this story or leave it as an one-shot?
It would really mean a lot if you could answer these questions. And be honest please.
Well, that's all for now. Till next time I guess. Byee x
