DEAR READERS,

I KNOW MY UPDATES HAVE BECOME WAY LESS FREQUENT AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. I WILL TRY TO GET AS MUCH UPDATED AS POSSIBLE BY AUGUST 15. AS OF AUGUST 16, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO UPDATE ANYTHING UNTIL LATE DECEMBER, DUE TO THE FACT THAT I WILL BE ATTENDIN BASIC TRAINING AND AIT FOR THE ARMY…..SO ,YEA…SORRY.

Ok! On with the story! Please give me feed back on this one this is my first fanfic like this…..

Disclaimer: it's called fan fiction for a reason. None of us own anything and we're not getting paid for this…sorry.

Chapter 1

You plant a seed-

A tiny thought, and you feed that thought, that seed.

With any nurturing lies you can think of

Overtime, it will grow

And grow until it has bloomed-

Continuing to feed off of the lies you give it

Until those lies becomes all it ever knows- its own reality.

Manipulation 101.

A blonde haired boy of around six years old sat on a swing at the park; with an sad, longing expression upon his countenance, he watched as children played with other children, parents played with other children. They all looked so happy. Tears cascade down his face as he comes to the realization that he will never know that kind of happiness. 'why?' he wondered, 'why can't it be like that for me? Why don't I have friends or a mommy or daddy?"

'Because they hate you' a deep voice purred as the boy looked around in fear. 'do not fear me childe. You can call me Kirov. I am with you always, because I am inside you. I am the only one who loves you, the only one who can bring you happiness. I will be your mother, father and friend.' the boy smiled, and although what the disembodied voice had said sounded too good to be true , he had someone to love him, to make him happy. For the first time, the boy had a reason to smile. The blonde saw that the sun was setting and realized he had better get home.

Three years later , and Kirov was still there. When Naruto had no one to play with at the park, Kirov would be there for him, pushing him on the swings, and when Naruto fell, Kirov was there to kiss it better- then the wound would heal. The blond boy would speak to no one but his father and friend; Kirov taught him everything: flexibility, how to sing dance, play music and the delicious taste of human blood. they went everywhere together even the academy, in which the boy would be seen holding the hand of empty space-as Naruto was the only one who could see Kirov- a beautiful man with deep hazel eyes, nine red fox tails ,with long red hair(Naruto had wanted long hair like him and decided to grow it - it was only shoulder length and was wavy but Kirov called him his beautiful jewel before making the boy promise never to cut or try to straighten it). But that didn't matter. He was the only one who needed Kirov and the only on who Kirov loved. No one would dare try and separate them.

Or so Naruto thought.

Iruka was worried and frightened. Naruto used to be a sweet energetic child, always seeking attention and love. Then one day, he wasn't, and over time, it got worse. He stopped trying to play with the other kids, perfectly happy with swinging on the swings, telling someone who wasn't there to push him higher. Eventually, he stopped talking to people(well, the people who treated the boy kindly) in favor of the man who isn't there. One day in class, a student had sat next to him after Naruto told the boy the seat was 'Kirov's'. when the boy refused to move, Naruto looked behind the boy as if listening to someone(but no one was there) and grabbed the boy by his hair then repeatedly bashing the boy's head on the desk and throwing him to the floor. Iruka had began to move to Naruto and incapacitate him , but the boy started screaming while looking toward the boy on the floor.

In the boy's hand was Naruto's hair- he had grabbed it as an attempt to make him let go. Naruto ran out of the classroom, sobbing how he was ugly now. Naruto didn't come back to class for two weeks and no one, not even the ANBU, could find him.

When they did find him, he was in a house fifteen miles from the village. His white pants and tunic bloody, as was his mouth and hair. He was playing a piano. When the Inu masked ANBU told the boy that he needed to come with him, he just kept playing- the melody was sweet and hauntingly innocent, but very dark. " I can't, not yet. The humans took me in and told me I was beautiful, like Kirov does. But they touched me, and I didn't like it. Kirov never does that. So he told me to pay them for their hospitality and play a song for them until they all fall asleep." The ANBU looked behind the boy and nearly threw up.

There on the couch were three men, all of which were pale and they were bleeding. On of the men was still alive and seemed to be choking on his own blood. "oh god" the ANBU whispered.

The boy who was still playing music giggled. "God isn't here, Kakashi-san, But Kirov is." he then paused as if listening to something other than the other ANBU vomiting. "I must apologize, Kirov says that I shouldn't have made such a big mess, but I wanted to repay them as quickly as possible." he sounded more disappointed at the fact that he made a mess rather than butchering people. It was disturbing, to say the least.

Naruto is twelve now. They took him. They took Kirov, his everything, from him.

He heard the talking. Saying that Kirov was the demon(which confused him, now they're calling someone else a demon?) and that he was being possessed. The apparent possession was driving him insane- apparently. They had even said that his chakra had reacted to his delusions and making things happen- the swing at the park was an example. Humans are stupid.

They used a seal and locked Kirov and his chakra away. and they tried to poison him- telling him the pills would make him better. the pills made things worse, he was always tired, sick,and he couldn't hear Kirov. Naruto was alone again.

But not for long.