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Fear nothing for in Fear lies Death.

He felt nothing.

Nothing.

He hated and loved that word at the same time.

It permeated his very being.

It filled him with dread and with determination.

But at the same time it left him with nothing to live for except to stay separate from the nothingness that came and invaded his very soul. The very thing that brought nothing but never left. He felt as if there was nothing to him. He felt as if he was nothing and would return to nothing. He felt this because there was no one to say do your best, work hard, or that's a good boy. He was a shadow and those around him were the puppeteers, controlling him and yet cutting him loose at the same time. So he was nothing, he did nothing for anyone other than himself. He felt NOTHING.

He saw hatred.

Hatred.

That word seemed to be all around him. The kids at the playground hated him, the people on the streets hated him, and the people supposedly taking care of him hated him. They poisoned him, they beat him, and they tortured him. They left him in shambles and continued to relieve that which permeated their very souls like a poisonous haze enveloping all in its path. They wanted him dead and yet every time they beat him down he got back up. He never understood why he got back up. They had broken his neck once and up he was staring at them with those empty eyes. They had hatred and he envied them because he knew they felt something. He felt NOTHING.

He heard joy.

Joy.

He heard their laughs as he struggled to get after being hit with a beer bottle. He saw red on his hands when looked at them. But he didn't understand. Why were they laughing? He remembered, he understood that they enjoyed his misery. He was starting to enjoy seeing his own blood. He hated that fact but could do nothing. He heard them enjoying themselves as they kicked him, taunted him, and spit on him. He felt nothing.

He felt nothing.

NOTHING…..

That word, he hated it and loved it. But what could he do to stop these people. Better yet, why should he care? They could do it all they wanted, who was he to stop them? They obviously enjoyed it so why should he stop them. He was nothing and he would remain nothing. That was what he told himself every time he felt anger well up in him. His mantra was to tell himself nothing begets nothing. So he expected the world to forget him and move on while he stayed as a relic of the past. He felt himself slowly falling behind those gazes and blows. He started to feel them less and less but at the same time they were getting worse and worse each time he stood up. He didn't understand what was happening but he was going to find out. On second thought, no he was going to let it slide because digging deeper seemed to only cause more pain. Again he felt blinding pain before it faded to nothingness and left him alone in the darkness.

He would scream and cry but that would make them angrier and then the beatings would become horrendous. He no longer cried and he no longer questioned what was happening to him. He just allowed them to move as they did. He found himself thinking again about what had happened to him. Was he the only one that thought like this? If he was, why was he the only one who wanted to free to fall into the nothingness that threatened to consume him? He wondered why he named after something that could be so pleasant when all he felt was nothing. His name, Uzumaki Naruto, was enigma to him. Who would name someone like himself with such a name? Didn't they know that when they sealed the demon in him that his life was forfeit to pain and loneliness? He didn't know but he found he didn't care. He knew the name he was to going to go by from now, Hakkyou. It suited the insanity that surrounded him completely and fused with his very soul.

He felt insane.

He was the insanity and the insanity was him. But with that insanity came a power, one that could not be stopped or halted nor shattered or broken. It was the power behind the fearlessly powerful vile and villainous things of the world. Nothing could be done to stop what had started and the destination was a distant dream. He knew his dream would cause him to be even more ostracized than he was now maybe even killed but that would not stop him. Nothing would ever stop his decent into the dark bottomless abyss of nothingness and nothing would ever get between him unlimited power that he stood to gain by falling into that abyss.

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