Hey guys! this is a new a idea i came with since October and now it's here. You can go borrow, use, rip, my ideas so loon gas you give me the link of the story sense no one really makes money of writing fanfics here. So yeah please review!

I DON'T OWN NARUTO

A little boy was curled up into a ball in the corner of his small apartment. The boy was crying. He was six years old and every one treats him like trash, hell they treat him like dirt, no, they treated him even lower than dirt. Everywhere he went people sent him glares, some had even thrown rocks, mud balls, sake bottles (Both broken and intact) at him, hell even kitchen knives! All the other times the boy just yelled "One day I will be Hokage". But this time, this time they went too far for him just to say that line. Why? Because he simply understands that he can't become Hokage in the condition he is in. This time when they beat him up to a bloody pulp before the ANBU arrived with the third Hokage and when I mean bloody I mean bloody. That day, the villagers took two things. These two things were his dream of becoming Hokage and the tool needed to become a ninja. They took one thing that made a difference. They took his right arm…

Flashback start

Naruto was just walking back to his small apartment after eating a couple bowls of Ichiraku's ramen. As he was walking he started to think about stuff that happened in his life. Sure his life was sucky but he always thought about the good things in his horrible life. He has no family so any one who treats him nice is a good thing to hold on to. The owner of his favorite restaurant and his daughter was something he as thankful for. The third Hokage was another thing he was thankful for; how many people get to talk to the leader of the village? But Naruto always wanted one thing…to know who his parents were, but he could never get the old men to tell him. Even though the old man never told him that he knew who Naruto parents where, Naruto suspected that he did. Naruto has been indirectly saying stuff to get the old man to tell him who his parents are through guilt. Nice game but no enchiladas.

Naruto then noticed that a guy was following him. He didn't turn back his head; he could see the guy stalking him through the reflection of a glass window around him. Naruto waited until he passed a group of people before he started sprinting. The man chased Naruto and as he did more and more did. Naruto kept running until he was forced to turn left at an alley when a group of people were on the other side of the ally with weapons (not ninja weapons or kitchen knife, or anything sharp for that matter, just weapons that can cause blunt trauma) waiting for him. He made the turn and looked back to see the mob covering the entrance. When he looked forward he saw that there was another group of people blocking his escape. They charged at him, running with what would pass as a battle cry. They had their weapons ready to come down and do damage to Naruto. The only thing Naruto could do was close his eyes…

"Ugh…" moaned Naruto silently as he woke up. Naruto started to open his eyes but the light was blinding him so he blinked a couple of times before he got used to the light. Naruto found that he was staring at the ceiling. Naruto remembered the ceiling, the ceiling was a hospital. Noise started coming into Naruto's ears.

"MUAH WHUAND MWEE!" At first the words were blurred out.

"Mwy"

"mwy thid wou do it?"

"MWY? Mbewas it was da only fuay" the words started to become clear.

"What do you mean "the only way"?" Naruto recognized this voice. It was the voice of the third Hokage.

"It was the only way to ensure…OUR SURVIVAL!'' This was a feminine voice; it sounded harsh and cold and apparently had issues with Naruto. "So long as the demon lives, we will be in danger! And if you won't do the right thing and kill the demon; then I had to take matters into my own hands. I made sure your precious demon lived and that 'it' won't cause anyone harm ever again! This is the only way we can all live in peace!"

"All of us? What about that poor boy!"

"BOY! THAT'S NO BOY! IT'S THE DEMON THAT KILLED MY HUSBAND!"

"Enough of this! Take her away!"

Naruto heard her struggling and yelling "UNHAND ME!" after of couple of minutes the voice started to disappear leaving behind echoes until it was fully gone.

Naruto turned his head to see the third Hokage along with some ninjas wearing mask (Naruto is still a kid so he doesn't know about the ANBU). "Ah… Jiji?" The third Hokage turned around with a shocked expression on his face, the masked people turned around as well. "Jiji what's wrong?"

Naruto decided to get out of bed "NARUTO WAIT!" Yelled that third Hokage but it was too late Naruto got out of bad and fell down he was able to get up with his left arm but what about his right?

"Huh! Ah Jiji, why can't I feel my right arm?" Naruto noticed that the third Hokage's looked horrified. Naruto felt lighter somehow and most of his weight was on his left side. Naruto turned his head to look at his right arm…or at least at where it used to be. Naruto's eyes widen "JIJI WHAT HAPPEN TO MY RIGHT ARM!"

Flashback end

The random premeditated attack wasn't random at all. The plan was to get him to the hospital and from there the doctor would take care of everything. The doctor in charge of the surgery hated Naruto with a passion and saw that Naruto's right arm suffered a lot damaged, so she made an excuse and had the arm removed so that it would "not" kill him. They couldn't reattach the limb because it was way too severely beaten to the where even the nerves were damaged beyond belief and even if they could reattach it, it was too late…they can't reattach something if there is nothing to reattach. The doctor that ordered the arm to be detached had burned the arm using highly flammable chemicals to get the job done fast, which got her noticed and caught.

When Naruto was released and on his way to his home people laughed. Everywhere people were laughing of the armless demon. They talked about demon that became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The laughing wouldn't stop. No matter where he went people laughed at him. Even in his own home he wasn't safe. He could still hear them laughing at him. He just wanted it to stop.

Stop the laughing, to stop the pain, to stop the sadness, to stop the tears…

Three weeks later

A silver haired Chunin was walking through the streets of Konoha carrying two big books that looked really worn out. One was about puppetry techniques and it shows how to create puppets, the other was about fuuinjutsu (Sealing techniques) which is the hardest subject. Why would a chunin have these books, because his name is Mizuki. Mizuki was trying out some other things to make him stronger besides what Orochimaru promised him, but he failed. Puppetry was too hard and complex and Fuuinjutsu was near impossible, it was like that cursed book about seals was meant for a genius. So he decided to get rid of the books. He was heading to the library to "donate" (sell) them. As he was walking he heard people laughing, being who he is, sadistic, power hungry, and a spineless coward, he decided to check it out. When he broke through crowd he saw what they were laughing at…Naruto. Then a semi-sadistic idea comes into his mind. Why can he get rid of the books when he can do something "productive" with them? He threw both books at Naruto and laughed as he walked away with the rest of the crowd.

Naruto has had a rally crappy life, but really what did he have to be thankful for now? His dream was practically destroyed and wherever he goes he is laughed at and he can't exactly do anything about it. Yep what a perfect life, right?

Naruto Barely came out anymore and when he did it was to get groceries (Instant ramen) and take out the trash (He had one arm so he shouldn't be as messy as he used to be because it would be such a hassle or at least that's what the third Hokage told him) and go for walks early in the morning. So yeah, he was becoming more depressed and responsible. Ah yes the basics of life.

Today, Naruto had just taken the trash out and a crowd of grownups formed and started laughing at him. And get this some guy had the nerve to throw stuff two big heavy books at him, the force actually knocked him on the ground. Soon the crowd started disappearing. Naruto Cried as he picked himself up with one arm. Those books were really heavy. "What exactly are these books?" asked Naruto as picked one up. He looked at the cover and his eyes widen, the cover had picture of wooden arms and leg, and you guessed it a puppet head. Naruto looked at the tittle it read "Art of Puppetry" the complete set and "Mastering Fuuin Jutsu", Basic and Advanced Theorems and theories.

Naruto grabbed both books the best way he could with only one hand and carried them to his apartment. When he got home after juggling with his "new" books; he decided to check out the one about puppets first. When Naruto skimmed through the pages he realized that it was going to take a while before he could actually start making a new right arm. When he looked through the context of the other book; Naruto just couldn't believe it, the book looked really advanced but simple. But when Naruto looked inside he just couldn't believe it, it was like the book was made for 3 year olds with the exception of a couple of words Naruto didn't know about. "Man whoever doesn't understand this book must be a complete idiot" Naruto commented, suddenly a bunch of people in the elemental nations and the land of Iron started sneezing.

Two months later

For the last two months Naruto had studied the books, he only left the apartment for food, paper, ink, nuts and bolts (The apartment came with basic tools that were just right for making puppets), logs (at midnight), and to take out the trash. So this means that Naruto had just reduced the amount of time he goes out by lot. This had many people (Who actually cared about him) worried. Many thought he was trying to make the best suicide note ever; if that was even possible. And the fact that he kept his window covered so that no one could see inside made it worse.

Fuuin jutsu came easy to him for some reason and puppetry was kind of hard but, at least he got hang of it. The puppet book had some boring lecture about the human anatomy saying that the puppets can be more proficient in a fight if it was close to life like. So Naruto kept making his best attempts to make a close to life like arm. But he was no artist, he had no arm, and he lacked brains so it was quite a big task. Most of the time the seals he created to work the arm would blow up in his face (not a big explosion, just the one that leaves your face covered in black powder and/or gunk) Naruto had only his left arm that, unfortunately, is his weak arm. So measuring his left arm was a problem. One he didn't have a ruler, two if he did have an arm to hold it straight or to write with. So Naruto just eyeballed the length of his arm.

Naruto had the created seal he was aiming for, the first time he made a silly mistake and put an odd number seal over an even number seal which pretty much defeats the purpose of the seal, all he needed was the internal structure worked out for his fake arm. As soon as he got that done he could start testing out his right arm. He was able to build something that would clamp the right arm to the area where the real one would be. He built a wooden contraption but… the way he got the contraption on him took very long time. The thing covered Naruto's chest and it turned out to be too tight (Think of it as a wooden corset with rope keeping it in place and it only covers his upper body) but Naruto decided to suffer with it for a while. Naruto placed the seal in where he thinks the nervous system would be and one on the arm he had just finished.

Here it was the moment he has been waiting for. He can finally test out his prototype and, if it works, build a better arm and contraption to hold it. Nothing came easy…but Naruto was sure it would pay off. Naruto clipped the arm into place. He felt a familiar buzz go through his entire body; he really couldn't understand that feeling. Head read about chakra, but it never really said how it would feel. He had gotten some scrolls about chakra from the Third Hokage before his right arm was…no more. Most people who want to go to the academy learn a bit about drawing out chakra before they actually learn how to draw it out. Some actually do draw it out and experiment a bit; but not at the length academy student's do. Only children from ninja clan are academy level in fighting, chakra control, skill, and or accuracy; sometimes they're past academy level, genin even. Naruto had practice in the hope of showing off and proving to everyone that he could actually become Hokage. A true feat, a kage (shadow) turned into a Hokage.

But still, the feeling he got from it. It was hard to describe, it didn't feel like he was getting stronger, faster better, or happy. It kind of felt like it has always been there. Like an extra weight, no…I guess it feels more like…mucus, you know it's there you just can't feel it and only when it's pouring out can you feel it and you can kind of tell how much is being release. So learning how to draw out chakra is like learning how to draw out mucus, only it was easier and you can actually feel it.

At the moment chakra was being pulled by the seal. The seals purpose is to pull the same amount of chakra that would be flowing through an arm, since Naruto didn't know what the amount is (because he doesn't have the byakugan or sharingan), he made it so that the seal would collect and only collect a necessary amount of chakra and distribute it in the form of chakra threads (strings, either way works) to work as a nervous system.

So Naruto stayed seated at his makeshift work table (dinner table) for a couple of second before he thought about giving a command. He thought about picking up a pencil that was on the table. Nothing. He moved his arm in the same motion of picking up a pencil in the hope his right arm might mimic the motion of his left. Nothing. He tried a thinking of all the things he could do with his right arm. Nothing. He did a motion where he got all of his voluntary muscles moving. Nothing. Zip. Nada. No enchiladas. Zero movement. Nothing whatsoever.

"ARRRG" yelled Naruto in frustration; after all those hours hitting the big, fat, thick books, he achieved nothing! Well that is if you don't include the seal. Naruto got up, went to his shelf and grabbed a few black sheets of paper, went back to the table, grabbed the pencil and started sketching out some new designs that would work and throughout the whole time he never bothered to take of the wooden arm. He worked so hard on it and now it's like the appendix, it's considered deadweight.

He knew it wasn't the seal; he had tested it out loads of time and made changes accordingly. So it can't be the seal, so it must be the design of the fake arm. Naruto took at minute to relieve his left hand of all the stress; when he thought about it, he had come to like his left hand. He was forced to improve the performance his left to write, eat, drink, everything he could do with his right hand; also noticed that his penmanship was also better.

He took the time to look around his room. The books and sheets of paper that were used to make notes were laying down on the bed, the wood chippings still crowded the floor, the windows were still covered by the curtains, the walls were still heavily stained with doodles of seals. His whole apartment was clear symbol of his hard work…of his impossible dream. Could it end here? Was he about to wake up? "NO!" Naruto yelled in his mind and started more sketches "I can't give up! I can't back down! Not now, not ever!" He started sketching out more designs like there was no tomorrow. When Naruto was speed sketching he felt an itch at the back of his head and naturally he decided to scratch it. Then he realized something. He looked at his left hand. If he was looking at his left hand then what was he scratching with?

Naruto suddenly went white eyed as he started to slowly turn his head to the right expecting to see a ghost or someone he didn't expect. But instead he was welcomed with the sight of a wooden arm scratching his head…his wooden arm, his creation, his art…

Naruto thought about waving his wooden hand around a bit and the arm moved, Naruto then thought about picking up the pencil on his table, he actually had some trouble with that, Naruto just had to concentrate his vision on the pencil to pick it up. He decided to write his name, he wrote it very slowly and when he was done; calling it a bunch of chicken scratch would be an understatement. It barely passes for writing. So Naruto decided to take a test.

Obviously the test of whether it worked or not is done and passed with, not exactly with flying colors, but it passed. Naruto assumes that maybe the seal had taken more time to collect the necessary amount of chakra to power the arm. After all he made it so that the seal would collect chakra slowly and distribute it as chakra strings, just to be safe. But still, he didn't think it would take that long to gather chakra and distribute it.

The second test was an accuracy test. Naruto own five kunais and three shurikens; both weapons were in "good enough" condition. Naruto then position himself a good enough distance away from his way that had a spray painted bull's eye on it. Naruto first threw three of the kunais and all of the shurikens with his left hand. The kunais had embedded themselves close to center ring and the so did the shuriken. Now it was time for his right arm's test. Naruto retrieved the weapons and threw them with his right arm. Only one kunai made it to the outer ring of the bull's eye…But the three shurikens made it in and one hit the center dot of the bull's eye. "Accuracy" Naruto said to himself "four out of ten."

The next was a strength test, to see how strong his arm was. Naruto could lift a five pounder and is able to do some weight lifting exercise with his left hand. So Naruto lifted a five pounder and did some exercises but he didn't feel anything. This time Naruto lifted a ten pounder that he lying around. He felt a little weight of the weight on his fake arm but it was numb feeling. He did some exercises and at one point Naruto heard some creaking coming from his arm so he decided to not push his luck and put the weight down.

Over all, his arm was not quite to what he expected it be…but it worked. A smile came to his face, a smile that hasn't been seen in weeks, months even. Naruto looked at his creation, the way it was carved was a little bit above amature and the measurement was preschool, but it worked. A tear trailed down Naruto's cheek. After he was done admiring his creation he took on a determined look. He moved to his make shift work table and he started working on his new creation, his new master piece, his new art…

Hope you guys liked it! This is one of my challenges/ideas posted on my bio. If you want me to continue this fic just tell me and please review. P.S. If I do continue this fic Naruto won't be puppeteer.