CHAPTER ONE: The Meeting

In the hopeless month of May, under the bridge was a young blond boy, more like 14 years old with a name of Uzumaki Naruto. He's a thin, slender boy with cerulean eyes and flaxen, blond hair. In a place of poverty, a dull place lived this blond. He was sick and had nowhere to go. He had no permanent home. He kept on wandering in that village of poverty near the bridge, looking for medicine, maybe. He found an old woman with some merchandise to sell and he asked her, "Excuse me miss.., but do you have any medicine for me..?"

The woman looked at him in woe, "my dear child, what is it that you want for I don't sell drugs here." So much for answering her own question…

"Even for a little medicine to cure my fever and co—co--…" then the little blonde sneezed. The aged woman just looked at the pitiful boy. "I'm sorry little one for I don't have any of those things with me, drugs cost a fortune nowadays."

The little Naruto smiled at the elderly woman and went off. As he was walking in the hopeless village of poverty, he noticed a guy keeping an eye on the pretty woman beside him. Naruto felt a little concern and tried to pay no heed to the scene. His conscience kept on infuriating him, without thinking, he looked back at the scene and saw the guy being even closer to the lady. Trying to be sure, even with his fever around, he went closer to the two. And by an instant, the guy snatched the bag of the lady and ran away. The lady screamed and Naruto, being aware of his condition that he might faint any minute didn't stop him from running towards the snatcher. "Don't worry; I'll get him for you…" The lady tried to keep up her pace to reduce difficulties for the little boy.

The blond called up the snatchers attention so loud that it might attract policemen nearby. The snatcher thought that he was an annoyance to his deed. The snatcher faced the blond. "When in the world would you shut that mouth of yours...?" Naruto, looking at him weakly and resolute answered, "I'll shut when you'll return that bag to the equitable owner."

The snatcher was really irritated at the person he was confronting so he ran away again. And without hesitation, the blond ran after him. Naruto was able to catch up and was even able to grab up the snatcher's sleeves. Quickly, the snatcher pushed Naruto away and Naruto fell hard onto the ground. The lady helped the poor boy in getting to his feet. Then the blond, with all his strength, ran towards the snatcher and was able to gain up on him. So in short, the snatcher is a slow runner, even an enervated 14 year old could gain up on him.

As Naruto was near him, he stretched out his hand and got the bag, he threw it towards the lady. "Run now miss, don't let him snatch your bag a----." Before he could finish his sentence, his hair was being pulled by the snatcher…. "You dirty little mouse..." The snatcher, grabbing the hair of the blond just got bitten on the hand from that "mouse". "Arghhh… teme…" Naruto was able to escape his deadly grasp but he didn't manage to keep distance from the snatcher so he got beaten up…Again.

Naruto, still a drained kid who was under the attacker tried to stop the snatcher's hands from hitting him but that didn't stop the man from continuing his behavior. "You fool; this wouldn't have happened if you just gave me that effing bag!" Naruto straightly looked at him. "Getting bags which aren't even yours is not right."

"Why the hell do you even care? You're just a kid, you won't understand!"

"Who needs to understand when the scene itself looked so wrong? You snatched a bag from the pretty and perfectly harmless lady!!"

"Jeez, you're such an annoyance!!"

"You're an annoyance to society!!!"

They were shouting and the snatcher got totally frustrated. "Shut up you blabber-mouth!" The snatcher gave a hard punch on the poor blonds jaw and knocked the boy out. The man grabbed the boys' collar and pulled it close to his chest. "Are you having enough of this, huh kid?" And he shakes the boy frantically. The poor blond tried to open his eyes; it was watery but was still filled with determination and stubbornness. "Enough of what…?" The boy replied, unsteady.

"Why you…still have the willpower to talk to me huh?" The guy then punched the blonds' stomach and the poor blond coughed out blood. Some blood went to the snatchers' face and on his shirt. "Baka, look what you've done to my shirt, you'll pay for this."

The snatcher closed his fist and was about to strike Naruto. Naruto's pupils dilated in fear. The snatcher looked into the boy's eyes and there he saw fear, fear of another person behind. As he looked back, the person behind him punched him. He was the mysterious type. He was wearing a long sleeved suit jacket covered by a tanned sleeveless vest with a bloodshot tie on it. He had those onyx-like eyes, it had no emotions. His hair is as dark as a raven and his face so pale. The snatcher dreaded him but he couldn't let his dignity be taken away for just one punch. He placed himself in danger. The person looked at the pitiful boy and looked at the man who had no sympathy on him and then disregarded him. The person went near to the sick boy and knelt down. He placed the boys' head on his lap and checked his pulse and knew that the boy was still alive. The snatcher yelled at the person, "Oi, are you just gonna waste your time on that dead body?"

The person flashed a deathly glare at him but the snatcher continued yelling. "Aren't you gonna stand and avenge the dead?"

A strong aura enveloped the place. The snatcher gulped for he knew the fact that he's afraid of the person but that didn't stop him from being stupid, he shouted, "OI…" The person was annoyed. "Aren't you gonna fi---?" The snatchers' words were interrupted because of terror. The person held the boys' head and placed it gently on the ground. The person rose up and faced him. It was a gloomy afternoon.

"Uhhh… f-finally, y-you c-came to f-face m-me…" The snatcher said, trying so hard to talk normal.

The person took a few steps forward while untying his bloodshot tie. The snatcher was trembling yet he stood his ground. As the person was approaching, the snatcher took small steps backwards. The person made eye to eye contact with the snatcher, his other eye covered with his hair. And as the person was in front of the snatcher, the snatcher fell. The person grabbed his shirt and held him up. "What did you do to that boy?"

The snatcher looked at him with great terror. "What i-is… he… t-to you?" Then the blond coughed. The person looked at the sick and released the snatcher so that he can go to the boy. "Go away." And with that, the snatcher left. The person carried the blond boy on his back and went home.