Prologue

Smack.

That sound echoed through the empty room, bouncing off the walls and repeatedly hitting the young males ear drums. The sound was unnecessary as his cheek stung bitterly, blood flow slowly from where he accidentally bit his cheek. "Fuck." A booming male voice sighed and turned. The young male sighed softly in relief, soon regretting it as the larger male twirled around and kicked his side harshly as numerous cracks then filled the air as well as a loud pained gasp. Another kick and another gasp, a bent male over the younger one with a tight fist it collided with the younger's chest repeatedly. Grunts, gasps and whimpers were heard from the young one.

"Don't you EVER let me see you out of your room unless allowed out by me. Understand?" His eyes pierced through the blonde like he was water. Nodding quickly the older male turned and left the gloomy room with the battered blonde headed male.

Curling in on himself he started to cry, tears flowing from his large round and innocent blue orbs. Why? He sobbed in his own mind tightening his hold on himself, not caring about the pain that spiked throughout his being. Tomorrow will be better. It's always better the next day... At school and away from him.

His sobs slowly quieted down the pain all over his body was overpowering and soon he fell into unconscious state.

The next day he was awaken by a pale of water to his face, as well as an angry glare. "Get up. Time for school." Just as soon as he came he left down the stairs and into the kitchen to get himself of coffee.

The young male groaned and lifted himself up slowly and expertly This is not the first time he has woken with water to his face and pain all over his body. Grunting and moaning against the pain he limped to the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. Baby like azure eyes stared back at him, three dark whisker marks etched into his face with a type of ink mixed with his blood making it permanent like he had gotten a tattoo like that. His tan skin was dry and flaky He frowned as he saw the familiar purple trying to sly its way to be noticed on his neck. Biting his bottom lip and opening the medicine cabinet he carefully applied make up, a usual ritual in his household of two. "Hurry up you or you'll be late!" His grandfather yelled up the stairs and sulked back into the kitchen.

Gasping softly he fittled his unusually spiky blonde hair, giving up as whatever he did to it, it would invertedly go back to the bushed up spikes. Turning slowly he headed back to his room, almost tearing his thin shirt off as well as his pj bottoms standing in his room in his favorite orange boxers. Having no time to waste he pulled out a black collared shirt, it closed around his neck enough to hide the bruise as well as not tight enough for him to feel uncomfortable, like someone was choking him. He then proceeded to slide his dark skinny jeans on as well as some arm warmers and finally his black hoodie. Grabbing his black and orange designed backpack he ran out of his room and to the living room, a limp in his step and pain clear on his face.

Of course just as soon as he saw his grandfather his facade was up and all pain wiped from his face. "Have a good day in school." He smiled slightly, and patted the young male's shoulder. Walking to the front door he slipped his shoes on and was about to walk out when he heard his grandfathers voice behind him. "Naruto."

Said male glanced back and stared into his grandfathers one good eye, the other one had an eye patch over it, something he would never talk about with me or anyone else for that matter. "I love you." He smiled bright and waved his hand almost lovingly. Naruto waved back, "Love you too grandfather." His voice almost shook but he was used to this kind of parting in the morning.

Naruto turned back and left through the door leaving his grandfather in the darkness that was their home, his home. Walking down the familiar path to the street where he walked on the grass knowing all to well his grandfather was watching him the whole time. He finally made it to the edge of the street and waited, watched as the familiar twinky vroomed up to him with a screeching stop as the brakes tried their best to stop the huge vehicle. Naruto grabbed a hold of the metal bar and hoisted himself up the steps and into his seat. It was only 6 o'clock in the morning, his grandfather had woken him at 5. Being the only one on he sat in the far back, a seat he always claimed as his own for it only had one seat and he liked being alone in the mornings. At least until more passengers came aboard, then his school facade was set in place as the cheerful knuckle headed blonde.

New Story? Say whaaaaaat? I know that's what you're all thinking, since... I have ALL my OTHER stories to COMPLETE... BUT... I recently read an angst story and well, felt like I would give it a try :P

Do not fret, other stories I will try and update them soon... Just as soon as this writers block leaves me in peace ;^;