Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto though I would like to. Naruto is five years old and everyone else is their normal age. Hope you enjoy the write. XOXOXO-Angie

Chapter 1

Naruto's POV

"Watch it! You almost ran over me! Get out of the way, devil," a heavy set women screamed at me. The lady gave me a hateful look and also a look that said you-are-not-wanted-here. I could tell I wasn't wanted here. No one ever wanted to be around me. I was only five years old and didn't want to go through this pain that the villagers cause me.

"I'm sorry," I said to the lady. She still gave me that look. She treated me as if I was nothing. Everyone in the village treated me as if I was nothing. I hated when they said hurtful things to me. It always hurts my feelings and they don't stop. They just keep treating me as if I was nothing. I wanted to know why they treated me like that, but, I never got an answer from anyone. I really wished someone would tell me what it was that they didn't like about me. I didn't have any friends that I could talk to about this either.

"You better be sorry you worthless piece of trash," she exclaimed. She took a broom from behind her door and struck me with it. I got scared and ran away because I didn't want her to see me cry. I ran to the apartment that I live on my own in. When I have the chance I play pranks because I wanted to see if anyone ever noticed me. Sadly, no one ever noticed me and never planned on it.

"I'm hungry," I thought to myself as I felt my stomach growl. I decided that I wanted to get my favorite food which was ramen. I went over to the ramen place and ordered a bowl. I could tell that the guy that worked there didn't hate me like everyone else did. He was friendly towards me. He didn't think that I was annoying and he didn't call me a devil like the other people. I was grateful that someone wasn't rude to me. I always wonder if he knew why the other villagers didn't like me. I didn't ask because he probably wouldn't tell me.

"Hey Naruto," he said with a smile.

"Hello," I said with a hurt tone because of what just happened between the lady and me.

"What's wrong, little guy?" he asked me.

"A woman hit me with a broom," I said with a frown. I was worried because I still didn't understand what was going on. I knew that when I walked outside that everyone would turn away from me. That was the normal response that I got from every one. The older kids were treating me wrong as well…

"Who do you think you are?" an older boy named, Sasuke, shouted at me. He looked to be about twelve years old.

"I'm just trying to get in line, sir," I said with a small voice. Sasuke pushed me out of the way. I tried to get back in line and he punched me in the face. I fell down from the force of the punch. I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. He smirked when he saw the tears in my eyes and walked off. After he left a girl with pink hair came up to me. Her name was Sakura. She was the same age as Sasuke. Her green eyes glared down at me.

"Who the heck are you? Where is my Sasuke?" She asked with a huff.

"My name is Naruto," I said with a smile on my face. Her look turned sour really fast. I could see the look in her eyes that everyone had gave me…if they decided to look at me.

"Get out of here, kid. No one likes. No one will ever like you. All of our parents dislike you as well," she said. I could feel more tears float into my eyes. She was right about that. No one ever liked me.

"Naruto," I heard the old man say. I could feel tears coming into my eyes at that moment. I guess that was the reason that he said my name.

"I'm okay, sir. May I have some ramen, please?" I asked him as nice as I could.

"Yes, you may have some ramen," he said. I tried to give him money, but he shook his head. That made me smile and I normally did pay for it.

After I was done with my ramen I went over to the park. Other people were there and when I passed by them I could feel their glares. I was immune to them because I was used to it. I was afraid that I was going to get beaten up again though. I didn't want to run, but I did speed walk. The part was the fastest way to get to my apartment. I ran into someone by accident because I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about what it looked like to have parents. I had always wanted to know what it felt like to be loved or experience love.

"You little, devil," the person I ran into said. I was scared that he was going to hit. I felt a sting of a slap. Then I felt him punch me in the face. I fell back, hit the nearest tree, and my head started to ache. The man that I ran into left me where I was. I grabbed onto my head because that is where I hit the tree. I started to cry again. I felt so alone in the village. Every single moment that I took a breath I could feel loneliness and pain. No one ever knew how I was feeling. They never asked me. They never even bothered to help me when I was getting hit. I tried as hard as I could to take the pain and loneliness that I dealt with, but it was just too hard.

I just want to understand why everyone hates me. Why am I shunned by all the villagers? Why am I the one that has to be separated by all the villagers? Why am I different from everyone else? Do I look different? Do I act different? Am I stupid enough to be different? Those were all the questions that were rattling through my mind. Those questions always float through my mind every time I'm being hurt by someone. When the people yell at me it brings me down. I feel completely out of element. Growing up at the age of five alone is hard. I just want to become a ninja so I can help protect other people. Maybe then they will accept me for me. I wanted to be noticed by everyone.

No one ever notices what I do and I feel as if it is something inside of me that is the cause. I went over to a tree and punched it as hard as I could. I did cut my hand on the tree. I didn't complain because I was used to the pain. I was getting used to all the torment that was going on. I just looked at the cut on my hand.

I trained for a little while before I was drained of energy. I went home to go to sleep. I was really tired after the day that I had. When fell asleep I knew that I would feel better and not think of the abuse and torture. I relaxed and started to dream about what it was like to have parents.

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I really hoped that you enjoyed the read. I wanted to rewrite this. I was reading it and I wanted to fix things. Please read and review. I will be starting chapter two after I get one or two reviews.