Prologue

Freedom, that's what he dreamed of; he didn't dream of becoming a leader, a ninja, or even learning how to fight.

The young boy ran down the road with a massive dust storm behind him. The earth seemed to rattle and the shouts were deafening to his young ears.

Freedom from the village, his family, and the pain.

A knife whizzed by his head, scarcely nicking his neck. The small amount of blood that trickled out of his cut was warm against his tan yet cold skin. His breathing was heavy and his body felt numb; hours of running made him weary but if he stopped he would be battered to death by the village.

But freedom is something that fate will not allow him to have, no matter how much pain and hate he has to endure from the selfish people of his village.

His body stumbled and he was sent head first into the ground. The shaking grew more intense and the roars were after blood, his blood. His arms wobbled as he tried to push his small body up, trying to escape the mob that was closing in but it would not be so. The knife stuck into his arm before he knew it and he collapsed on the ground while blood flowed freely onto the snowy ground; the beautiful white substance was soaked in red now. He felt the leathers of their toed shoes dig into his ribs, the rakes that excoriated him, and the insults that pierced his mind. He screamed for help but those who watched did nothing but smile, he begged them to use common sense but they all had a fools mind, and he resorted to threatening them but they made his suffering worse.

No one knows why he was given this cruel fate, why he was given freedom as his dream and life as his nightmare, but it was his fate none the less.

The crowd scattered as the anbu came, the boy was bruised all over and his clothes were ripped. Blood flowed freely from his mouth, covering the lower part of his face in the warm, sticky substance. His eyes were as cold as the snow that surrounded him as hate started to boil in his innards; Hate for his family and those who cause him so much agony. He felt a hand grip his shoulder as the anbu prepared to shunshin; the leaves surrounded them and he was in a hospital. The anbu placed his body on a hospital bed and left to get some form of help. His blue orbs closed as he attempted to go to sleep, but it would not be so. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the multiple beatings that have happened in his life and the hate he felt only grew until it was like a fierce tornado of fire that couldn't be quelled by anyone or anything.

So he will fight fate, fight it until it gives into his demands and let him be set free and if freedom comes at a cost then he will pay it.

Comforting hands surrounded by a green aura were put on his chest and he could feel all the wounds caused by the villagers starting to heal. Only the physical wounds were healed, the emotional ones will never heal. The hands left his body and the door into the room closed shut. Blood dripped down his blond hair and onto his tan cheeks that held whisker marks on them. He closed his eyes and sleep came to him almost immediately this time.

He is the forgotten child of the forth, the twin brother of Mito Uzumaki Namikaze, and the carrier of the soul of the nine tailed fox. If freedom is his dream then he will make it reality, if life is his nightmare then he will wake up, and if he is caused pain then the suffering of a thousand people will be thrusted upon one person. He is Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze and he will become an assassin; this is his story of the road he walked so sit down and get comfortable for this is one of the longest stories in the assassin's extensive history. The Story of Freedom.

End

Authors Note

High to people old and new, this is my new story that I'm going to attempt to write. To my old fans I must apologize for the lack of updates in my other stories. Life is cruel and I'm afraid to admit that I am going through some rough times so bear with me. I would like to state that I do not own Naruto or Assassins creed, if I did I would kill of the fillers of Naruto and put Unity into a deep grave. Until next time.