This is just a prologue. :p
I don't own Naruto. It belongs to Mr. Masashi Kishimoto. Wouldn't know what to do if I did own Naruto.
"Please die."
He was unwanted. His existence was a threat.
"Please die."
He was hated. Nobody dared to come near him.
"Please die."
His uncle's words were causing his eyes to tear and his chest to tighten. His uncle's last plead was eating him alive, swallowing him whole.
He couldn't take it. Even the only person who cared for him yearned for his death. But it was all a lie, he never really cared. His uncle, that stupid bullshit, was a liar.
I thought you cared for me.
He wiped away the last of the tears that mourned the death of his uncle. No, he wasn't worth the tears. He wasn't worth anything. He lied to me.
But no one could blame him. Who would love a demon like me? He thought again. Love? Hmph. What a stupid word. A word created for something that doesn't even exist. And yet, no one could blame the little boy either. He was destined for uselessness. His sole purpose was to contain a demon and so his death would bring joy to his people.
His thoughts go back.
Love.
He needed a lot of it; lots and lots of it. He needed just enough to put some meaning into his life, to give him some worth in this world and to preserve the remaining sanity inside him.
But despite his great need, no one is willing to satisfy his great hunger.
And pretty soon, his hunger will turn into lust, and then into an obsession.
An obsession to love himself. His new addiction.
He let out a cry of pain and frustration and inflicted upon himself a bloody reminder of his past and cruel future. Forever scarring himself.
Love.
His hunger, his obsession and his past was now etched on his forehead. He felt the warmth of his blood slowly dripping from the wound on his forehead. He liked it. From now on, I only love myself.
The blood dripping past his eyes now mixed with a new batch of tears, his last tears.
"Hey."
He was shaken from his thoughts at the sound of a girl's voice. He turned around and met her green eyes, her beautiful leaf green eyes.
He was surprised that she didn't know his name; he was very well-known in their village as the killer sand monster. He wanted to know who this girl was. Aside from it being the first time he saw her, it was rare for someone to approach him and talk to him.
"You dropped your teddy bear." She held out her hand, offering the brown thing that kept him company and served as his refuge when there's no one he could turn to.
He took the bear and gave it one last look.
"You can have it." He offered it back to the girl.
She was about to open her mouth to protest but he gently shoved the bear in her arms. "Take it. I don't need it, it's yours."
She looked at the boy's teddy bear in her arms and turned to look at him.
"Thank you." He looked at her closer and saw that she had been crying.
"Hn." He replied coldly.
She noticed something dripping on the boy's face.
"Hey! Y-your forehead is bleeding!" She reached out and was about to examine the wound when he took her hand away.
"Go away, as far away as you can from me. I can kill you." With these last words, he turned his back on the girl. He said his last words with a hint of deep concern for the girl; somewhat a warning of what he might do out of frustration and fresh hatred.
He was now far from the place where he encountered the girl which seemed kind of familiar. He really wanted to know who she was.
Secretly, he hoped he had met her some time ago. Maybe, just maybe, she could've changed his mind about everything. But he knew that now, there was no turning back. No one else would trust him, befriend him or even…
Love him.