Disclaimer: It isn't mine. Sorry.
Warning: This is a little… weird. A product of my diseased imagination combined with 2:00 in the morning…
Dropped on Your Head
Thump thump thump thump. Naruto was running. Running as fast as his little legs could carry him. He was six years old. His pursuers were adult chunnin. He never stood a chance.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump. He though of nothing but the sound of his feet hitting the street along which he ran. He refused to think of his pursuers, refused to panic.
Thump thump thump thump thump. Why were they chasing him? He hadn't done anything! Still, for some reason he didn't know, they seemed to hate him. Just like the rest of Konoha.
Thump thump thump. Naruto's breath was now coming in short gasps and he could feel his pursuers gaining on him. But he kept running. What else could he do?
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump. He was now outside of the village entering the forest, feet still hitting the hard packed dirt with a thump on every step.
Thump thump thump thump thump. He was almost at the end of his endurance. He didn't think that he could run another step.
That's when they caught him.
There were five of them. They were all bigger than he was, standing in a circle around him. As he looked up at them he started to shake in terror.
"Hey, monster," said a tall one with dark hair, "why don't you die? Everyone would be happier. No one likes monsters!"
Naruto didn't understand. He was a kid, not a monster. He hadn't done anything, he was sure of it.
Another one opened his mouth, "Yeah, monster. What's your problem? Dead monsters don't kill people. They don't kill friends!" He sounded furious
Looking up at the faces of his captors, Naruto wondered if he was about to die.
Suddenly one of the men picked him up. Naruto's eyes widened. Then the man threw him to one of the others.
He wanted to scream, yell for help, anything, but somehow the words stuck in his throat.
That was when it happened. One of the men threw Naruto into the air. He flew through the air waiting for the next man to catch him. Then his head hit the ground. Not hard enough to kill him, but enough for him to be knocked out.
The men all looked at each other. None of them wanted to be caught doing this.
They ran.
A few hours later another shinobi found the unconscious boy and took him to the hospital, where it was assumed that he had fallen out of a tree while playing or something along those lines.
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Over the years many people would ask the blond idiot if he had been dropped on his head as a child. Little did they know that that was exactly what had made him the way that he was.
Owari
A/N: Er, yeah. So, this is my first Naruto fanfic. I'm not completely sure where it came from, but I was reading the manga, Naruto said something naruto-ish and I thought to myself 'IDEA!' This is why I should not be left alone with computers at 2. If you hae a chance please review and tell me what I did wrong etc.