Chapter 1: Almost
Narutos POV
I used to be happy, never faked a smile. Now days it seems like thats all I do! Drowning in a pool of lies and feelings that nobody seems to notice. But i guess i can't really get mad at other people, because everyone's entitled to their own opinion... right? It's not my fault im a jinchuriki, but then again, it's not the people of the village's fault either. I guess i can say everybody hates me, well, i guess not everybody,because my fellow leaf shinobi dont hate me, i guess i could say they "put up" with me. Let me sum up: My name is Naruto Uzumaki, im 15, i live alone in a shitty, old, smelly apartment in Konoha. Im a genin and im extremely alone. My mom died shortly after i was born, and my dad hasn't really been a part of my life, except for the part where he comes into it, just to beat the living fuck out of me, blaming me for his wifes death. "Monster"... words like these have been etched into my head while growing up. I don't really blame people for hating me, because i hate myself as well. I mean, people in the village beat me on a daily basis for a reason, right? I mean, people dont just do it to do it. They have to have a reason. I guess it's just who i am. Im a jailer of the dreaded Kyuubi, which terrorized the village of Konoha 15 years ago. My mom put the seal in me, before she died, to put the village at ease. But her intentions didnt go as planned. The village dreads me because of it, thinking that "he" will take control over me anytime now, and destroy the still healing village once again.
'Another sleepless night' i thought to myself as my extremely annoying alarm clock went off. I lazily hit the top of my alarm clock, quieting the stupid thing. I groggily got up, ready for another useless day. I started to walk downstairs to eat breakfast before i set off to school, then realizing all i was wearing was my boxers. I sighed, noting to myself, never again to buy boxers that says "shake that ass" on the back, because if anyone saw, i might as well go crazy. I went to my closet, hastingly grabbing a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and clean boxers. Without looking at my choices of wardrobe, i threw them on the bed, and took my boxers off, slipping the clean pair on, thankful that it didn't say anything on the ass, or anywhere else for that matter. Just plain ol' black. After i put the boxers on, i looked down and got the pair of jeans i worked so hard on getting. I pulled them up, almost tripping over my own feet. The jeans were a tattred dark blue, with a big hole on the knee. I didn't even bother to finish pulling up my jeans before i threw on my shirt, and to his dismay, the shirt had a big pink heart on it. I guess it was ok since the rest of his shirt was black. He went downstairs slowly, thinking about the day that lie before him. He sighed, knowing it would be terrible, but he kept walking down his endless seeming stairs, even though it was only like 14 stairs. He went into the kitchen, staired at the fridge for a moment, almost having a stairing contest with it. Naruto then gave the fridge a stare like it just cheated in the staring contest or something. he opened the fridge door and grabbed the carton of milk as if it was a magic drink that was going to cure all of his problems and make his day good. He realized how stupid he looked. He put down the milk, grabbed a glass, and poured the white substance. "Guess this is breakfast"he said staring at the clock. He chugged the glass, not even realizing that it was expired. Oh well. Naruto put the glass down, not botherwing to put it in the sink, and ran off almost forgetting his bag as he walked out the door. The second he walked out he felt the cold stares of the villagers as he walked by, just hoping that today there wouldn't be any violence, that would cause Naruto any physical pain. Naruto kept walking, even greeted some of the dumbfounded villagers as he walked on by as if he had been getting smiles from people instead of cold glares. All of a sudden a large man with a very angry wife stepped in front of Naruto, blocking his path to school.
"Where do you think your going demon!" Asked the very angry man with a smirk on his face.
"Please sir, I mean you no harm, i just want to get to school" exclaimed Naruto in a sorry tone.
"You dont deserve to go to school, you deserve to die. Maybe i can just handle that now?" Asked the guy in a voice that could have made a grown man cry.
The man grabbed Naruto by the collar of his shirt and held him up extremely close to the mans face. Naruto pleaded with mercy, but the man didn't seem to listen before plummeting his fist into Naruto's gut. Naruto gasped trying to catch his breathe, but didn't take his sorrow filled eyes off the ground. Not that he felt sorrow for himself, but for all the people around him. These people were clearly aching from their losses that happened over 15 years ago. All he could do was accept the fact that nobody wanted him around. The man pulled his fist back and punched Naruto again. And again. And again. The next thing you know, Naruto is lying on the ground in the middle of the sidewalk. People passed him, not caring that he was hurt, or that he couldnt even open one of his eyes because it was swollen shut from taking the blow of that mans fist. Casually, as people walked by the hurt Naruto lying on a lump on the ground, occasionally "accidentally" kicking him. They didn't hold back, either. It was clear that they intended to kick him, but they played it off like nothing happened, and continued their walk. Eventually after a few minutes of lying on the ground, Naruto got up and continued on his way with a smile on his face. The smile told people he was happy, but his sad, dull eyes told them he was hurting.
Highschool. A failed experiment in getting young people ready for the outside world. A place where you spend 5 pointless years taking it up the ass. A place where everybody secretely hatedseachother, including the teachers. A place where the government says "Hey im the government! We have a plan for you kid, but until then, were going to make you suffer with annoying, moody, smelly, retarded teenagers. Well, you get the point. Naruto walks in the prison, knowing once hes in, there is only one way he could get out. The bell. he walks in an immedietly gets stares from people as if he just killed someone. Automatically a group of people walk up to him and take turns pushing him to eachother.
"Hey loser, you dont belong here. Go back to where you came from... hell". Said a tall brunette boy with a hate filled voice.
"Im sorry-" was all Naruto managed to croak out before being kicked in the shin extremely hard.
"Ah" Naruto managed to let out pulling hos head down to knee level, before getting kneed in the face. 'Yup, this is my life' Naruto painfully said to himself in his head.
"Aww, poor Naruto has a booboo, let me add to that!" Said a different black haired boy, beforepunching him in the throat. Naruto stood their, suffocating in front of everyone. He couldn't take this anymore. He is so done with hurting people to the point where they turn hate and anger into violence. Naruto looked at the two boys with a sorry look in his eyes, before running off.
Shikamaru's POV
I watched the scene of Naruto being beat up right before my eyes. 'Hes a strong guy, he can handle it' thought the lazy shinobi as he watched Naruto run out the front doors of the school with tears in the one eye that he could open. Shikamaru lazily kept walking to his English class, even though he had done all the work for the week and was allowed to stay at home until the rest of the class was caught up. But he had nothing better to do, so he decided to go anyways. He sat down in his seat, greeting his english teacher Mr. Sarutobi with a smile as he walked in. As soon as the rest of the class got in the bell rang. The teacher started going through the long list of names and heard replies until he got to Naruto's name.
"Is Naruto Uzumaki here today?" He asked the class questioningly. The class all shook their heads, as if they didnt know what happened to him 5 minutes prior.
"Shikamaru, could you come here for a second?" Mr. Sarutobi asked Shikamaru nicely. Shikamaru nodded and walked up to his teachers desk.
"Is there something i could help you with?" Shikamaru asked in a blank tone.
"Yes there is. Since you have finished everything, do you mind running these assignments to Naruto? He has been missing alot of class lately and im afraid if he doesnt get caught up, he's going to fail my class." Said the teacher in a worried tone, even though he didnt really care if Naruto failed. Shikamaru seemed to be one of the only people who didnt hate Naruto, besides the rookie 9 and Gai sensei's team, who seemed to be Naruto's friends. Shikamaru nodded and grabbed the peices of paper and was on him way.
Naruto sat on the stained carpet of his livingroom rocking back and forth thinking about how nobody likes him, and all wishes him dead.
"Monster, demon, satan, devil, useless, worthless..." all of these names he had been called just today. But he was sad to say the people that called him those mean, cruel words were absolutely right about him. He really was what everybody called him. Naruto stood up, thinking about how much happier everybody would be when he was gone. Thats all he ever did was make other people happy. Naruto walked into the bathroom, closed the door and locking it. He looked at the mirror, as he slowly faded into the 9 tails. Naruto punched the mirror, not even noticing his knuckles were bleeding all the way down his arms. Naruto looked at the ground where the glass was just sitting there, in pieces, reflecting what was left of Naruto.
"You deserve to die!" rang in his ears from the man that beat him up earlier.
"I know" Naruto said, suddenly feeling the warm wetness of tears welling in his eyes and rolling down his face. Naruto looked around for the biggest, sharpest piece of glass he could find, and held it at his wrists. He looked down, pressing as hard as he could and pulled as fast as he could, feeling as if all the sanity inside him just suddenly got up and left. He started crying harder as he countinued to slit his wrists. Blood started pooling out on the floor as he stopped slitting his wrists and held the piece of glass to his gut. Naruto looked down and repeatedly started to stab himself in the gut. Blood pooled everywhere, surrounding Naruto. Naruto just sat there, crying, half concious, as he kept stabbing his stomach.
Naruto's apartment building came into view and Shikamaru just looked relieved. He really was the laziest ninja in Konoha. As he drew closer, he felt something wasnt right. He looked at Naruto's door, realizing it was open. Shikamaru peered his head inside to see if he could see anybody. All of a sudden his gut started to wrench as he heard sobs and cries of pain coming from the bathroom. Shikamaru slowly walked over to the bathroom to see a half concious Naruto sobbing and stabbing himself.
"NARUTO STOP IT!" Yelled the brunette as he ran towards Naruto.
"GOD DAMMIT NARUTO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? He yelled once again, feeling as if we was about to puke. All the blood on the floor created a metallic odour that made Shikamaru's stomach to turn. Shikamaru ran to Naruto, restraining his hands behind his back.
"NARUTO, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Shikamaru yelled at the blonde now lying in his lap.
"Giving the people what they want" Naruto said with a smile on his face before passing out.
"Hold on Naruto"