Small One-shot of Dark/Twisted Naruto. Could be a Drabble fic later if I get more ideas.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Believe It
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the Hokage! Believe it!"
He'd said it so many times before.
The others all looked at him as a fool, they didn't bother to look through his smiles and loud voice. They never bothered, not now, not ever. But that's what he wanted. He didn't want them to look any deeper than they could already see. If they saw him, they'd kill him.
Because, because, he'd be revealing his heart right? He'd be revealing the part of him that's so, so desperate, so needy. They'd twist him. They'd take advantage of everything he is. Everything he was.
And identity was all he had.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the Hokage! Believe it!"
Uzumaki Naruto. That was his name, he'd only heard it when he was 5 and on the streets, the Old Man had told him.
Uzumaki Naruto? Who's that?
That's you, you poor, poor boy. He had wept. He had cried. The visage of the grand Hokage wiped before he even knew what that meant.
Uzumaki Naruto. He had clung to that name. That identity.
The Old Man had told him it was his fault, that everything was this foolish Old Man's fault. Naruto was confused. In the streets, you don't claim fault for anything unless you want to get killed. Did the Old Man want to get killed? By Naruto? Is that why he told him that?
Uzumaki Naruto would comply. Because it was the Old Man's fault. Because it was the 'foolish Old Man' who told him to do so. Because, Naruto had to repay him for giving him his identity, so why not fulfil his wish? But he would have to steal his title first, would have to let him die as the foolish Old Man he believes himself to be. And that can't happen if he's the grand Hokage.
So he called the man Old Man, to remind him of his promise. Even when the Old Man himself never seemed to realise it
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the Hokage! Believe it!"
He was Uzumaki Naruto. That was his name. His identity. Something to call his own.
He would repeat it to everyone in the area, even if they ignored him, because, now he had a name. Now he had a purpose. And they would believe it, he's show them, they'd believe in his identity.
And he would believe it too. Naruto would chant it like a mantra; "Believe it" "Believe it" "Believe it". He would believe in his purpose. And he would make it come true.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the Hokage! Believe it!"
And he was Uzumaki Naruto. And he was going to be the Hokage. And he would believe it.
He'd believe it until it all came true. Because, everything bends to the will of the Kyuubi, everything bends to the will of Uzumaki Naruto.
And those who didn't believe? Well they'd have to die.
Because "I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the Hokage! Believe it!"
And they would never believe him. They never saw him. No-one ever did. They all left him alone, left him to suffer, left him to experience horrors only stopped when blood was shed. The abuse, the pain, the hurt, hurt, hurt. Every single one of them, they never saw.
And he would kill the Old Man because of mercy. He would kill him first because, at least, he tried- even when he failed miserably. And he knew it, deep down inside, Naruto knew he knew it. Because the Old Man had known Naruto before he had his identity, before he had his purpose. And that previous boy was already long gone.
But he needed them unaware. He needed them complacent. At ease around the demon child.
So he built up a new façade. One to win Oscars. But it wasn't all fake, because at least he'd tried. He smiled till his eyes crinkled and broke out a new decibel while he was at it, and he had put his very best effort to attain everything he had. Not everything he said might've been the whole truth, but he never lied, much. He did love Sakura-san, her screeching voice was music to his ears. He had wondered in his fantasies how much she would scream when he'd kill her, slice by itty bitty slice. Oh, how he loved her so much. But, he would kill her. Because she didn't believe.
They all didn't believe. They all overlooked him. Even the kind Iruka-sensei, who couldn't see past his bright blue eyes and sun enforced smile. And Kakashi wasn't much better, he never cared. He never saw. In fact, Kakashi would turn away. Kakashi would look away at the simplest eye contact between the two of them. He didn't accept Naruto's identity. Kakashi didn't believe.
And Sasuke. Poor Sasuke, they cried. Had his clansmen all killed by his brother, had his mind tortured by his brother. Poor, poor Sasuke. Weak. He doubted the torture was anything strong; after all, it was Uchiha Itachi, soft-hearted Itachi who had rumours about him spreading through the streets. Street children knew. They knew the man who gave them money freely as he passed by, who left small snacks on local garbage bins. Itachi would be unable to dish out any real torture, especially on his sweet little brother. He knew this, Sasuke couldn't even get a killing intent right. And he thinks he had the right to whine. Pathetic. He never knew real pain.
He didn't believe too. He had looked down on 'Uzumaki Naruto'. So Naruto would kill him too. Because he didn't believe.
He'd get through all their defences one by one, as the Joker plays the fool, they'd never know he was the Reaper.
And they'd already picked their hands.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the Hokage! Believe it!"
Please.