Not to Remember
By: Hyuuga no Shiranai
A Naruto Fanfiction
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Thunk! Vibrating out in fast waves, the sound of a small ninja dagger lodging itself firmly into the broad brown trunk of a tree brought a smile to the face of the small five-year-old boy who had thrown of it. Beaming at the small dagger, the boy was happy that after five tries, he had successfully hit his target at last. Steadily walking over the child relieved the tree of his burden with a hard tug that caused him to fall backwards and skid slightly in the dirt. Quickly getting up and looking around the training ground to make sure no one had seen his fall, he turned around to pack up his other small weapons and headed down the path that would lead him to his proud town. He was hurrying at a fast pace since his teacher, Iruka, was going to treat him to ramen for his improvement in his class. Stepping in the way of the young kid was a figure of who looked down on the boy and stood still, arms crossed. Coming to a brisk stop, the child looked up at the person who had stopped him; happy he had succeeded into not crashing into him.
"May I help you please, sir?" The boy asked, in a polite manner like he had been taught. Sandaime Hokage had told him to be polite to everyone he met and since he was of the few people in the whole Konoha village that liked him; Uzamaki Naruto did everything the old man said. The figure, now determined to be a man, looked down at Naruto. Whether or not their eyes were meeting the five-year-old could not be told due to the fact that the man was wearing a long hood that cast his entire face in dark shadows similar to the new moon. Moving his hand, the man laid it on Naruto's shoulder and placed it in a strong, firm grip.
"You are to come with me, fox child." His voice was cold and rough and made the boy cringe. Two small hands were placed upon the large hand and tried to pry it off of him. He didn't like this man and he didn't know why he had called him 'fox child' when he was clearly not a fox. One thing he did know, though, was that he wanted to get away from him. A small fear was starting to appear in Naruto's eyes as the grip only tightened at his efforts. "No use, fox child. I got orders that you are to come with me and I never fail to do an order."
Naruto scratched the man with his small fingernails but he didn't flinch and only seemed to become agitated. Looking back up at the man for a second glance, Naruto became angry and being the small child he was, he did something without thinking. Opening his mouth escaped words formed, "My name is not fox child! My name is Uzamaki Naruto and I am going to be the 5th Hokage so you can't take me away, Meanie!" He shouted at the man. Slap! A red stain began to form on the small cheek and the man withdrew both hands before taking the boy's wrist and pulling him along forcefully.
"I ain't going to take the ramblings of a four-year-old brat so shut up. Your coming and there is nothing you can do about it." Anger was stealthily embedded in the voice as well as the hint of threat. This was a person who was not afraid to kill a kid. Now in the sunlight, the shadow had disappeared some, letting Naruto know that the man was tan skinned and had silver hair, about twenty years of age. These, though, were not what he concentrated on. The eyes of the man were bright neon green and they were deadly, scaring him. Scrunching up his face, Naruto began to cry loudly.
"But b-but I-I'm fi-five not f-our…." He started but stopped and willingly went with the man since he believed him when he said that he could not do anything about it. Things flashed before his eyes and he realized they were memories and regrets. He was going over the things in his life that had happened from when he had started to remember. A man showed up in his memories that he had seen only in the sculpted mountain that held the faces of all the Hokage of Konoha and he was confused to knowing when he had ever seen the man who died so close to the day of his birthing. These thoughts were taken away when he thought of Iruka and the current Hokage and he began to cry harder. A hand grabbed his yellow hair and pulled hard, causing the kid to cry out in pain, tearing streaming even quicker down his face following the moist paths of the first tears.
"I said shut up! Can you or can you not follow orders, stinking fox child!" The man yelled at him. Slowly Naruto stopped his crying and stayed silent, looking at the ground. After an hour of silence the man smiled and patted the kid on the head. "Maybe you are not as useless as I had thought."
Sitting on a stool with a cool bowl of ramen noodles in front of him, Iruka waited for his pupil to show up. Today Naruto had begged him to wait for him, to let him come by his self. After a while of arguing he had not been able to contain his permission inside and the boy had gone off for some training. Looking at the clock and the blackness of the night he was regretting his decision. Standing up, he left some money for the dish he had not touched and walked through the small rectangles of cloth. At a brisk pace he entered the training grounds and surveyed the area. Small ninja tools were lying packed up on the ground near a tree and he ran over to them. Taking them into his hand he read the name and bit his tongue in doing so. He ignored the pain as the warm liquid filled his mouth with a metallic taste. It was Naruto's.
Placing the petite bundle in his pocket he took off at a run. A building on a mountain was his destination and with no thought at all he soon came to the top of the spiraling stairs. Balling his fists, he pounded on the door before withdrawing his hand. Creaking, the door opened and the 3rd Hokage stood before him, curious as to who had caused the ruckus. A surprise expression came upon his face when Iruka stood before him carrying a child's pack of tools.
"Hokage-sama…it's Naruto…he's gone."
Well...how do you like it? This is the prologue...the beginning. In other words the next chapter is going to contain a huge time jump. Just warning you