It had turned dark by the time Naruto staggered along the path to his house. In reference to his house, it was more of his guardian's house, the place itself was supposed to be temporary and was owned by Umino Iruka. It was home though and he had another few months there until he moved out on his own. Only the gods could tell you what would happen after that because Naruto had no plans at all.
He tried to keep himself standing straight on the obscure road but the blond was limping, there was blood on his orange shirt and both knees were skimmed through his pants to his skin. You see, Naruto had just been mugged and was now lacking in coordination, a bit of blood, wallet, and cell phone.
The concrete quickly turned into grass as he veered off course. He had to stop a moment. Naruto groaned as he slid down the bark of a tree, gritting his teeth. He tucked a leg under himself and leaned his head and arms on his knee, panting. Others his age seemed to hate him with some sort of raw passion. It was as though he were some creature from another universe and it disgusted them that they could not actually rid the world of him. The particularly hateful ones seemed almost magnetically attracted to him. He always wondered why; the self pity crying faded away in childhood but it was still there. After all, who could resist saying 'why me?'.
Naruto ran his hands through his hair and looked around. Everything around was a dim gray- blue, lit by the moon, no street lights were in any working order. From his spot he could see the walking path meld into forest. It was cheaper to live outside the city, Iruka told him when they had moved there. It was only later that Naruto realized they had been foreclosed on. Boy, his life was fun, he thought to himself with half lidded, deep blue eyes.
There were fast steps approaching and he realized it was probably the group that had jumped him. He really only came to this conclusion from past experience and his terrible luck. Naruto jumped up, ignoring the pain through out his body, and made a mad run for it through the forest. Through the dark and stumbling, the young man subtaly realized he was getting himself very lost. The rustling behind him made him speed up until he tripped and tumbled down a steep hill. His descent slowed just enough for a light thud to stop him.
Naruto didn't move from his sprawled position and peeked up through the leaves covering him as his chasers muttered above him, then went in a different direction. He sighed a shallow sigh, thinking he may have hit his head. Naruto rolled onto his back into a lying position and as soon as he glimpsed the full moon, his hand hit something inside whatever had broken his fall. The light jingle of a bell came from the tiny shrine next to him and his vision faded immediately into sleep.