AN: Hello everyone. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. This is my first fanfic so be gentle with it, please.
BEWARE, this chapter has a brief scene of abuse and rape, nothing too explicit, but if this offends you, do not read this story. This is rated M for a reason. You've been warned.
PROLOGUE
Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Normally a quiet and peaceful place to live. But not tonight, for tonight, a mob was chasing a small, lone figure through the city streets.
"Monster!"
"Demon!"
"Why won't you just die!?"
The cries of the mob behind her assaulted the small figure's ears as she made her way through the village. She hated when the villagers were this drunk. It usually meant that the beatings were worse than usual, and they were pretty bad to begin with.
Maybe if I cut through there, I can get away without too much pain, she thought, looking at an alley to the left. A kunai flew past her face, and she grew pale. Ninja? Crap, this won't turn out well. Turning into the alley, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her luck got worse, however, when she found that the alley she chose was a dead end. She was backed into a corner, with no way out.
"There's the Demon!" shouted someone behind her, and the mob of people closed in on their victim.
The first blow came as a slight surprise, as the girl had her eyes closed in preparation. It was a punch to the stomach, followed by a knee to the face, knocking her onto the ground. For the next hour, she endured kicks, stomps, a broken leg, four shattered ribs, and multiple stab wounds all over her body. She cried, she begged, she pleaded for them to stop, but none of them listened When they were finished beating her to a pulp, one of the shinobi picked her up and threw her against the wall. She was barely conscious, but it was enough to feel her clothes being torn off, and she began to feebly struggle against the ninja. All she received for her efforts was a slap to the face and a "Shut up, bitch!" with her arms pinned to the wall above her.
It hurt, worse than anything the villagers had previously done to her, like she was being torn apart from the inside, out. She wanted it to stop. She wanted to die, because anything had to be better than this utter pain she was had no idea how long it lasted, it felt like an eternity, but eventually the shinobi stood to leave, spitting at her as he walked away.
That was the sixth birthday of Uzumaki Naruko, and the last time she ever spoke a word to anyone.
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