The 4th Hokage's Son: Prologue
"Before You Embark On A Journey Of Revenge, Dig Two Graves."
Authors Note: Hi everyone I just want to say thanks for reading and this is my first fanfic but don't be to harsh and give good advice on how I can improve my writing. Flamers will be ignored and if you find offense to anything displayed in the warnings below it would be best not to read the story.
Shoutout: I want to deeply thank my beta Stellryaoiluvr so much and I love her dearly.
Warnings: This chapter's only warning is implied boyxboy
Disclaimer: I don't own this story the creators of Naruto do, and if I did many characters on this show would have already shagged.
Prologue: Lie
Maybe it's because I hated him. Hated the way he used my love against me, the way he never looked at me the way he looked at her, or even treasure the purity I offered to him. He led me to him when I was alone and in despair, when others didn't believe in me, when I didn't have anyone to turn to…he drew me in with the sweet candy of his words that brushed against my naive ears and brought about an addiction I could not beat. Then when he no longer needed me he brushed me aside like a used toy no longer in the light of a fickle toddler. But I like a fool held on to my addiction, which I partly blame on myself, but he too took part. His moments of weakness was always feeding into mine, making me believe that he would cure me with his permanence. But then she came along and it all stopped, but I was in far too deep to resist the feel of him, to accept that he was no longer, never have been, and never will be mine. So all that it has left me with is the deep resentment I have towards him.
This soon grew into a deep hatred of both him and the woman he loved but that is something I never made known. I became exempt during my missions and used the hate to fuel my determination to pass enough ranks so that I could rid him from me. I no longer wanted to see him, I no longer wanted to see her, but unlike me he did not share the same views. He constantly tried to rekindle a friendship that had long been destroyed by lust from a man to a boy. But he persisted, and In time my weakness for him brought about the fake kinship I developed with the women who soon became his wife.
Their marriage was what drove me to become an élite, someone who took dangerous missions for months at a time, a sad life to others, but a sanctuary for me. That is until he became Hokage. When the third retired and anointed to him the highest position in Konoha, and I felt like the world was crumbling around me. I wanted him to feel the void of not having me present in his life, but instead he was prevailing. I saw him before every mission as he told me of my duties, and before I left I would always see the sorry look he gave me behind the smile he shone my way. But things only got worse when that day came. He ran my way and picked me up in the air, making my heart flutter, but the mask I wore kept my emotions to unknown.
"She's pregnant!"
These were the only words I heard and the only thing I remembered before I found myself at my empty home clutching the cloth over my chest. The pain there had grown and it had reached maximum capacity as the words of her pregnancy echoed in my ears. I hated the both of them more than ever and planned on making him pay. But then he died and that left me a numbing feeling that engulfed my world. The hate that was there was no more than a numbing cold that prevented me from feeling.
And with that numbing hate, I was driven to sneak into the window of his orphaned son's bedroom as he gurgled in the false security of his crib. I slowly moved towards him inching towards the edge of the crib; my heart beat increasing with each step. The room was suffocating by the time I could see his golden hair gracefully placed atop his head…. just like his fathers. The child did not notice that I was there for his eyes were closed and the noises he was making were that of sleep. I reach for him, suddenly forgetting the evils that drove me to him. As my hand got closer I felt something tugging at my chest. The tips of my fingers brushed the tips of his soft cheeks, then he opens his eyes and look at me and I draw my hand back faster than I ever thought I ever could.
Deep blue eyes that feel as if they could swallow me whole peer into mine, frightening me. They were not the eyes of his father but his mother's; they were the eyes of the woman who stole what was mine as the demon sealed within him once did. Then I laugh, I laugh so hard that my hands are slightly shaking as I smoothed the hair from my face. I feel the child's eyes staring at me and before I no longer can take it, I slip out the window. At that moment I made a promise to myself. I promised that I would no longer look for this child; I would no longer be tormented by the love that nearly drove me to insanity. But as I got further from the room heading home in the dark, I could still feel the weight of the child's eyes which appear in my mind like a secret message whispering that I lie.