"I'm Shiruba Dangan and I'm nothing..."
Shiruba is an eight year old child. Treated like an animal. Cast away because he is different. He longs for love and affection but no one shows it. This is his life. This is Shiruba Dangan...
Shiruba ran down the street clutching a loaf of bread. "Bring that back you filthy little shit!" A man yelled as he chased the child.
Shiruba didn't stop running this would be his only food he would have this week if he was lucky. Sadly luck was never on Shiruba's side.
Shiruba stumbled and fell. 'No... Please...' He thought as the man came up behind him and started beating him with a stick. "You damn child! You dropped my bread!" Shiruba whimpered and watched as the man picked up the bread.
"Do you want some?" The man said with an evil smile. Shiruba nodded hungrily. "Well go get it!" The man kicked Shiruba and threw the bread into a trash can. Shiruba yelped in pain and looked sadly at the trash can.
The man laughed and walked away. Shiruba struggled to get back on his legs and looked at the trashcan his stomach growled hungrily.
Seconds later he was digging through the trash. Eating any bit of food he could find. Then he heard a bark. He turned around to see a small puppy. The puppy looked extremely underweight and scratched at the trash can hoping for some scraps.
Shiruba stopped and looked at the puppy. "Do you need food?" He petted the small dog and smiled. The puppies belly growled and it barked. Shiruba found a half eaten chicken leg and gave it to the little dog. The puppy ate happily and wagged its tail in delight.
"Will you be friend?" Shiruba asked. The dog barked and finished eating the chicken bone. 'My first friend...' Shiruba smiled. "What should I name you?" He said to himself.
Hirameki watched Shiruba from behind a building. She was a shy, young girl only a little bit older then Shiruba. She had been watching him for weeks. She felt sorry for him but smiled at how kind he was even after being treated in a horrible way. She blushed. 'Why... Am I watching him...?' She new the answer already but could never admit it. She liked him.The only problem was she was the daughter of the leader of the village. 'I need to talk to him... At least once...'
"I should probably find more food first.Will you wait here?" Shiruba asked his new friend. The dog barked seeming to answer his question. Shiruba smiled and started walking to the northern part of the village.
When he got there he shrunk back and looked at the ground. The northern part of the village was where the rich lived and if he even looked at their eyes who would be beaten. He felt so different.
Dressed in rags and old clothes he found. He only had three real possessions and those were a silver necklace with a large silver bullet at the end of it, a fine musket with elegant designs engraved on the barrel and wood, and a sword that held his name with a red and white dragon encircling the hilt. He always kept these items hidden afraid someone would steal them from him.
"Do you want to play?" Hirameki blushed and held out a ball. Shiruba looked up and his eyes widen in surprise but before he could answer he was hit across the face.
"Don't touch her! Don't even look at her!" A maid spat in Shiruba's face and pulled Hirameki back. 'Sorry...' Hirameki thought and looked down sadly.
Shiruba got up weakly.
"Don't play with 'things' like that." The maid said angrily then grabbed Hirameki's hand and led her back to the hokage's manor.
Shiruba felt a tear on his cheek. He wasn't even classified in the same class as humans. He was an 'it' or 'thing'. He couldn't even be called a person...
Shiruba started walking back to the lower city better known as the slums. He was examining his wounds. He was frightened. If he ever got a major infection or broke a bone. He would never be able to find food and he had few or none medical supplies. Any major wound would mean certain death but... Why did he care. No one wanted him, No one cared for him why should he live.
He walked back to the spot where he last saw the puppy. To his amazement the puppy was still there.
The puppy ran up to him and barked happily.
"Sorry... I couldn't find any food." He said sadly.