Hey guys! I didn't like the plot I had to my other fic so I gave that one away... I'm not a very good writer really and this fic won't be as good as the others on FF. Even so, I hope you do enjoy it... And yeah, the characters in this will be OOC, completely different to how they are in the Manga/anime. It's also and AU, so no ninjas or stuff like Jutsu's. The 9 demons will be in this though, but not sealed into the person... they will just hear their voices.
The pairing is SasuNaru. Gaara will come in later in the story, but as a friend. There will be a few OCs to help fill out the plot etc. For example there are Sasuke's maids that I made up.
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DISCLAIMER!
I don't own Naruto-Kun... If I dd he'd be more depressing... and gay

Worthless Chapter 1-

I don't think it's normal, missing someone this much I mean... missing them so much you feel sick to your stomach, so much your palms get sweaty and you head spins. It's the weekend... Only 1 more day until I get to see him, to see those gorgeous raven eyes... Even if all those gorgeous eyes do is glare coldly at me. As cliché as it is, every second I'm away from him The feeling of harsh loneliness hits me like a ton of bricks. The feeling disgusts me. Especially since he's a perfect Uchiha, and I'm just a pathetic Uzumaki.

You see when I was born my parents both abandoned me; I was born with whisker like scars. There are a few others in the world that were born with the marks, all of us are pushed away from society and cast aside like trash.

After my parents abandoned me I was taken to an orphanage in the centre of Konohagakure. The other children were treated like angels, given candy and new clothes. Me? Quite the opposite. I was beaten for what the other children did. Not fed for days on end, and when I was fed it was stale bread and cold disgusting leftovers.

To be honest life now is not much better, I was adopted at age 6 by Mikage and Azuma Yoshimoto. At first they seemed gentle, kind, everything that a little kid would want. It soon changed when A few days after they brought me to their home, I noticed those kind eyes turned vicious and began to adopt a nasty gleam. And their gentle smiles turned into evil grimaces. It was then the beatings started, my once tanned skin grew duller and began to take on new scars and bruises daily.
It was torture. They'd lock me in my 'room' -which was the basement with a small dog cage for my bed- and not feed me much, every 4 days maybe. They supplied me enough to stay alive.
Despite this I still love them. They raised me and haven't killed me... Yet.

When I started school they stopped beating me for a while, so it not too suspicious. That didn't last long about a week later the beatings began again. I came in with black eyes and broken bones but they gave me excuses in case anyone asked. No one did anyway. They hated me, everyone hates me. I've come to terms with that fact by now.

I'm in my second year of high school. My 16th birthday just went, that's when he began to talk to me. He said it was because I have the marks that I could hear him. He disgusts me. I despise him with my entire being. A nice word will never come out of his demonic mouth. He tells me he's cursed to be trapped inside of my body until the day I die. He tells me he has no idea how he got there.

My parents are drunks, never sober. I've tried telling them it's not healthy but they wouldn't listen. They never listen. Why would they? I'm pathetic and worthless no one would ever listen to someone like me. Trust me... I learnt that the hard way.

Although it would be nice, for one person to acknowledge my existence, to ask how I'm feeling. But that's wishful thinking no one would acknowledge a monster like me. I laughed out loud at that thought.

Soon realising my mistake by the sound of heavy footsteps that were thundering down the basement staircase.

My heart pounding and him screaming wildly.

'Hahaha… he's here again' His voice echoed

I scuttled to the corner of the room. My whole body trembling, I don't know why I even bother trying to get away from him; the ending is the same every time anyway.
The screeching sound that echoed through my head didn't help soothe my fear, it just made my fears escalate.

'What do you think you're laughing about, monster?!' Azumas low voice boomed and rumbled through the tiny basement.

He stumbled over to me and my head span as the first of many punches rained down on my frail underweight body. Although drunk each and every one of his punches and kicks was performed with terrifying accuracy. Yet I still loved him, I will always love him.

A long half an hour later he left me alone in the corner, bloodied and beaten.
By the burning sensation in my wrist I could tell it was broken. Luckily I heal slightly faster than normal people, and its Sunday tomorrow so I can rest a while.
Mikage and Azuma go out Saturday evenings and get back late Sunday night, that means I'm home alone and can relax a bit.

I haven't got a clock down here so I don't know the time, I guess it's about 8 or 9pm since I can hear them arguing about the pub they'd be going to tonight.
I didn't have much in my 'room' just a cage with a ragged moth-eaten cloth for a blanket, and a dog bowl where they put my scraps of food. There was a pile of patched up clothes in the corner hidden from Mikage and Azuma. It consisted of one pair of jeans, band t-shirts, and underwear.
The basement itself stank like old people and dead things; it had concrete walls, floor and ceiling. The floor was smothered in dirt and dried blood, some old, some new.

The front door clicked and the car door slammed. I held my breath and waited five minutes to make sure they were definitely gone and not tricking me like they had done many times before. I heaved myself up from the damp floor and limped towards the stairs. In my condition climbing these was like climbing Mount Everest, even though I've done it many times it was still a pain staking task.

After dragging myself up to the top I pushed open the old wooden door. It was rotten and had many types of fungus growing on it. I winced as the door creaked wildly; even though Mikage and Azuma weren't home loud noises normally bring beatings... Old habits die hard I guess.
I reached the kitchen and looked around, sighing at the sight. It was grim. Old beer bottles, sake opened and left on the side, old dishes that needed to be washed. I walked painfully over to the sink and tugged on the tap with my left hand. Unfortunately I had broken my right wrist, I was a good artist and we had art on Monday period 1, I had Kakashi -were on first name basis with teachers, Tsunade the head believes it's good for us- and he just sits and reads smut all lesson so I doubt he would even ask what's wrong. I sighed again, I enjoy drawing it's an escape from reality and helps ease my pain.

Snapping out of my thoughts by the sound of rushing water, I leant over the sink and soaked my broken wrist in the icy liquid. We don't have hot water, Azuma and Mikage don't work, and we live off of benefits and the money I got from the orphanage. I work 2 jobs after school Friday at a dog groomers and Sunday as a waiter in the local bar. I don't get paid much. Far under the minimum wage since I'm a monster. When I work I have to wear a face mask, contacts and use wash-in wash-out hair dye so the customers don't see me and turn away.

Once the sink was full of water I pulled my arm out. My skin tingling from the coldness. I don't know much medical stuff, only that I need to set the bone straight and make sure it doesn't get infected or anything like that.
I grabbed my wrist tenderly and pulled and turned it until it was in the correct place. I bit my tongue at the pain, blood trickled gently down the edge of my mouth, and I wiped it away and looked under the sink for bandages and gauze.
After strapping the blue-black wound up I made myself a makeshift sling.

My body felt heavy and my eyelids were beginning to droop, I looked at the half smashed alarm clock to read the time. 11:30pm I must have been thinking for a long time now. I needed to sleep. I'd have a shower to clean the rest of the blood off in the morning.

I made my way down to the basement. I bet your wondering why I won't sleep in a bed or on the couch tonight since no one is home. I have before, but they knew, somehow they found out. The beating I received for that was the worst id had. I got a broken nose and leg and two black eyes, Mikage had also joined in that time. She'd used a knife and carved the words monster and worthless into my arms.
The words were pretty deep, almost to the bone. They scarred and turned a pinky brownish colour.
So never again will I try that.

I slumped into the cage and ignored my stomach's craving for food, which was a normal feeling for me. It was once painful but after nearly a whole life of starving I'm used to it. I don't think I'd even be able to eat a full meal I've only ever had one or two and then I'd just thrown them back up right after.

I looked down at my scarred arms thinking; I reached under this ragged blanket and pulled out a small razor. Even in the dim light its shiny surface glinted.
I dragged the cold harsh metal against my skin not as deep as usual since my wrist was screaming in pain at the pressure I put on it.
I let the red liquid dribble down my arm and onto the floor, I relished the feeling that one cut gave me. I helped me be in control of my own pain once every now and then. I needed and craved that feeling.

I felt even more tired than before and curled up inside my cage, my body touching all the sides.
I closed my eyes and fell into a dark world of nightmares and torturous memories.
The next moaning I woke with a shiver. I knew what the time was, 6am I always woke up then. It was a habit, Azumas and Mikage woke at about 1pm on weekdays so I didn't have to see them, but Saturdays Azuma goes out at 7am to play darts. How he does that when he is drink I don't know. But I like the feeling of knowing where they are, it's slightly comforting to me.

Crawling painfully out of my cage, trying not to put pressure on my wrist. I winced, this breakage was pretty bad.
I made my way up to our tiny bathroom and wrinkled my nose at the putrid stench that lingered in the air. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. After turning on the water I washed myself and looked over my body. The cut I gave myself yesterday was a nasty red colour, with scabs starting to form around the edges. My arms were littered in big, medium and small lines. Scars. Reminders of the past.

What stuck out the most were the words. MONSTER written on the left and WORTHLESS on the right .the words were true.
I was covered in bruises. Black, blue, green, purple and yellow. There were also other scars on my body, from being wipped with belts and cut and stabbed with knives.
I was underweight too. My hips stuck out and my rib cage protruded dangerously from my chest.
I drip dried for an hour or so before dressing myself in the same clothes, charcoal grey skinny jeans and an Asking Alexandria band shirt, with an old pair of holey socks.

I decided to go eat breakfast. I cracker and milk, I was full after that. My stomach protesting to the thought of eating anything else.
Today would be my resting day I decided. I wondered around the house for a while. Jumping like a frightened animal at every creak or sound that I heard.
Checking the clock I decided that since it was 12pm I would take a nap.
Hours later I heard the car doors slam shut and the front door open. I sat up with drowsy eyes and blinked a few times. I was guessing the time would be around 2am. Maybe slightly earlier or later.

Their clumsy footsteps clambered into the house and upstairs into their room. I was glad, realising the breath I hadn't realised I was holding I thought about the fact I had school tomorrow. I was happy; I'd get to get away from Mikage and Azuma. And I'd get to see Sasuke again. I hope Mikage ad Azuma would sleep until later in the afternoon so I can get ready without being beaten again.
After not hearing anything I drifted off to sleep. To hear his voice spitting insults and forcing to remember my once repressed memories.

I woke up at 6 again, and looked around. I stretched and clambered ungracefully out of my cage. Completely forgetting the fact that I had a broken wrist and landing on my face. I paused for a while and listened for any indication that anyone had woken up at the sound of my fall.

I gave it the all clear 5 minutes later and got up from the ground and chose a different set of clothes, not that there was much to choose from. A pair of black skinny jeans and a Senses Fail band t-shirt. Slipping on my tattered converse. I re bandaged my wrist but left it out of the sling. I didn't bother to look in the mirror; I already knew the image that my eyes would be met with. A disgusting ugly boy with tousled blonde hair and dull blue eyes, and the markings... The six small lines that scarred my face, six small lines the ruined my life and cursed my existence

I didn't grab anything as I headed out the door. It would be about 7:15 by now. It took me 45 minutes to get to school and school opens at 8:15am.
I would have worn a jacket or something but Mikage cut up my only one after school on Friday.

My arms were exposed. Everyone could see the bruises and scars. Even the words. They see my wrist and find it amusing that the demon was injured. I know they'll just add to the bruises and laugh at how pathetic I am. But it's okay, it's always okay.

Well... That was chapter 1... Not much happened, but I promise that I'll start having more excitement in later chapters.
Please review and give me ideas on what you include etc. I have chapter 2 already written and ready to go, I just need to check it once more. If I get any interest in this story then I will put up chapter 2, but not until I know if anyone actually likes it or not.
Sorry if its cliché -insert nervous laugh here-
Also! Let me know how long you like chapters this one is 2,742 words…! I don't want them too long or too short. If you guys want short chapters then I'll update faster, but long chapters will be updated slower.