Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters.
I was currently drinking in my room, my clothes wrinkled from overwear, the bed tousled as its been the only spot I go to (beside the restroom and kitchen), the window to my left shining brightly as the moon did it's dance among the clouds, the bottle almost gone, staring into nothing and listening to music. Yeah, I know underage drinking is prohibited, but it helps make my brain muddy (Kurama could let me enjoy a drink without getting drunk and having a hangover if I asked him to) and focus on one thing than everything at once plus, the saying if you're old enough to kill you're old enough to drink. Life has been hard for me at a young age. No one wanted to care for me, much less be my friend. I was labeled as unwanted and a monster. I never understood why. Now at the age of 16, I understand why. Kurama, the nine-tailed demon fox, has been with me since birth.
My dad, Minato, the fourth Hokage gave his life, along with my mom, Kushina, Kurama's previous host, to seal Kurama in me. Ever since that night, people despised me as if I was the reincarnation of him, but I was just a human being holding him prisoned. If you look at it both ways we both were prisoning each other's to hate of everyone around us. I tried not to let anyone know that what they said and did hurted me more than they thought, but it did as I lashed out in the only way I could at age 6. I painted the faces of the Hokage monument. I pranked people and ran from Anbu. I created havoc in the most harmless way I could, just for the attention I never received growing up. The only ones who gave me the attention I needed growing up was the Old man, the third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen. Though he couldn't do that as much as he'd like to as the clans and the village would tear him up about it. Then there's Sensei Iruka, who taught me lots of things and treated me to Ichiraku ramen every chance he could. I missed doing that with him.
Ever since the Fourth Great War, everyone's been busy helping the village get back to running normal shape. Buildings were still getting rebuilt, its going to be done in at least two-three weeks. Some of the ninja's in the village are on missions, others staying in the village to protect and offer whatever help they can. There are still many wounded from the war that needed tending to, some more intensive than others. All the teams in my class made it through, except for Neji. That was the hardest on everyone, as he was the prodigy in the Hyuga clan and a friend amongst us and Hinata's surrogate brother. We were happy we gained a member back, Uchiha Sasuke, and sad we lost one, Hyuga Neji. No one was hurt more than Tenten, as that was her teammate and secret lover. Rock Lee was also upset, but he did his usual routine, only this time he poured himself into his training as a way of him punishing himself for not being able to save his friend and teammate. We lost many lives during the war. So many gave their lives for a common goal: stop Uchiha Madara. He wanted to put the world in an endless sleep: a world of peace that each individual wants. How is that a world of peace when every person chakra is being sucked out of them creating dead people?