Disclaimer: …I wish I owned Naruto. I would be rich.
The beginning of madness
Naruto slowly picked himself up from the cold bloodstained floor. He grimaced as his wounds twisted and stretched; muscles jerking randomly. Naruto stood up with a hand on the alleys brick wall. He took one step then another, mind weirdly numb. Working his way to the alleys mouth he concentrated on his breathing, which was now coming in painful gasps. Shifting his heavy tired eyes from side to side he figured its now or never to make a break for it. He shuffled as fast as he could down the darken street avoiding the lamp lights. Blood started making its way down his body, his feet leaving crimson footprints behind him. It dripped down his face into his eyes leaving bloodstains like tear marks. He grunted in annoyance still not really feeling the pain he knew his body must be in. Wiping his eyes didn't work though as his hand only left more blood in its wake. Naruto shrinked onto himself as he saw a man walking towards him. The man was walking drunkenly and had a brown paper bag in his hand. He spotted Naruto almost immediately. Naruto paused as the man stumbled towards him as there really way no room in the street for two people passing threw.
"Demon spawn!" The man spat, drool making its way down into his grayish beard. He brought his hand up and swung it down unto Naruto's head. There was a crunch, the glass had broken and Naruto only stumbled a little thanks to the wall. Naruto allowed a blood chilling smile to climb its way unto his face. He turned to the man who had backed up as his mind unclouded a little in fear. The man gulped and his eyes widened at Naruto's expression. For a couple of moments the only movement was the ripped brown paper bag being blown down the street. Naruto still bleeding spat blood at the man's face.
"Your lucky the law doesn't allow me to kill you, you worthless human being!" Naruto said it almost kindly. The man gaining a little of his confidence back, took a step forward but stopped short at the look in Narutos eyes. They were dead, with no light shinning in them, but they held a sort of promise. A promise of pain, of death. A demons eyes. A shinobi eyes.
After the man had ran off tripping of course Naruto sighed coughing up some blood that he had not managed to spit out; making his swollen lips burn. Naruto continued his painful shuffling down the street going to the one place he knew he'd be welcome. To one person he knew would help him.