A/N: Ah yes, another one-shot/songfic. Don't you just love me? I really need inspiration for a decent multi-chaptered fic…

This is my first fic in this series, so DO NOT be gentle! I want to know what I should change so I can get better. Lyrics have been removed in compliance to the TOS.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or The Latest Plague by From First to Last.

For his whole life he had been looked down upon, considered a freak by those old enough to understand, and the fear of the parents soon spread to the children. No one had noticed him, no one had cared. He'd always wanted to be able to ask them why they wouldn't even give him a chance. He'd tried everything, from trying to fit in to trying (and succeeding) to stand out. But still people, although seeing him wouldn't notice him. He had spent twelve years trying to figure it out when the answer was presented to him. And he had understood, yet at the same time, felt more confused than before. Just because the Kyuubi was in him didn't mean that it was him. But, soon after that, after he had proved that he had potential, the children had started accepting him. The adults took longer, but he hadn't cared. For the first time in his life he'd had friends.

But a small part of him had always wondered if they were true friends, no matter how hard he tried to push it down, no matter how many times they saved him, or he saved them, he had to wonder why he'd had to prove him self so many times before they acknowledged him, and even more before they accepted him. He had tried to kill it, but it seemed to be immortal, and so he had done his very best to prevent it from growing. It was all he could do.

But still, every once in a while he would feel doubt and wonder if they were just putting on a façade, wonder if they were just pretending to care about him, wonder if they were only using him for the power of the Kyuubi that he could (sometimes) harness.

The guilt he felt after questioning his friendship with everybody was indescribable and he often felt the need to take it out on things after those occurrences, and he always wanted to talk to someone about it, but he didn't know who. They had all ignored him before, teased and ridiculed him, and left him alone when he needed friends the most. They had all told him that he didn't fit in, didn't belong, so who could he possibly talk to about it? There was Iruka-sensei, but something told him that it wasn't something the man would feel comfortable with. Although Iruka was a father figure to him, he couldn't find the nerve to bring it up.

There was nothing he could do but bear with it and hope that it would eventually see that what he had with his friends was real, that they had proven again and again that they would kill for him, and die for him. But the problem was that the part that didn't truly trust them was himself. And as complicated as it seemed, he was incapable of convincing himself that he was right. So until he could really figure everything out, he would do everything he could to enjoy everything that he had. There was nothing else he could do.

A/N: I'm not totally proud of it. I've written better, but I've also written worse. I was also hoping to make it longer, but this is where my muse led me... and I really don't like that last sentence, so I may change it.

Meh let me know what you think, and what you think I should fix, or keep in mind for next time. Thanks!