AN: I realize that by uploading this story I'm more than likely irritating more than a few of my fans for my other stories, but as I've mentioned before, I have multiple stories in the backdrop that I also work on from time to time whenever inspiration strikes me. My friends all liked this one a decent amount and wanted me to upload it so they could follow along with my updates, so here we go. Another Naruto story of mine ^_^.
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In life, people often debate over what the most painful way to die is, or the worst way to die. Fortunately, the majority of people are graced with a quick semi-painless or painless death, whether it's passing on in your sleep, or a Kunai to the head. But what no one ever talks about, is the most painful way to live, the pain that's worse than any death, pain so great that it drives people to death to escape it. Again, the vast majority of people are fortunate to escape this fate.
Then there are the few people who do experience painful deaths, like starvation or strangulation. Then again there are the few who are forced to live through those lives that are worse than death itself, lives full of scorn and sadness, of hungry days and cold lonely nights. Lives filled with pain and misery around every corner, death always looming just far enough away to claim them, but close enough to leave them with nothing to live for.
Then, there are those very few people, who are so unlucky in this world, that for some ultimately fucked up reason, deal with both those paths of life and death. Lives filled with more pain than most people could take without going insane, and deaths filled with more terror than someone could imagine.
Uzumaki Naruto is one of those people who was graced with a life worse than death itself, and a death that worked right along with the miserable life he led.
For all of his short life he was hated for something beyond his control, hated for something that he wasn't even aware of until recently, he had no parents to care for him and was kicked out of the orphanage by the age of four to make his own way in life with little to no help from anyone. He was routinely hunted down and beaten and tortured as almost a sport in his village, no one saw the broken child that they tortured. They only saw the demon sealed within him.
For his entire short life he was terrorized, his life was nothing but pain, fear, and loneliness. Then the pitiful existence that he did leave was taken from him as well at the age of nine, still but a baby in the harsh world he lived in.
It was all over before he even knew it, they chased him down as usual and beat him to no end, until his arms and legs were broken in to many places to know where they broke, until blood poured from his wounds like a macabre waterfall, then they took his powerless frail form and held him underwater in a nearby fountain. He struggled fruitlessly against their strong grips and they cracked his head into the hard marble fountain for his efforts and they held him under until his body impulsively inhaled. Blood stained water rushed into his lungs and he knew no more.
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AN2: Alright, short, I know. I intended this chapter to be short, I wanted it to be an intro of shorts to the story. Leave reviews of what you think, and shit, speculate on what you think might happen from here on out (No crossover) is your only hints ^_^ enjoy.