His mask was falling, he felt it. For so long he had tried and failed to fix the shattered pieces from his big glass picture that was his life. For so long he had somehow managed to fit them back together, only to see in the end he could still see the cracks, and eventually someone or something would come along and shatter his already battered glass picture. When he was young he desperately hung onto the hope that someday, someone would notice him and save him from the beatings and the taunting. But as he grew older, that hope slowly faded, only to be replaced by a mask Naruto had learned to build. Everyone thought they knew Naruto, the loud, obnoxious, loyal, kind, number-one knuckle headed ninja of Konoha. But in reality, they were sadly mistaken.

Naruto was instead actually very secluded and quiet. He had absolutely no self-esteem and had no desire to gain any either. He accepted what others in the village perceived him as; a demon, monster, fool, loser, dobe, idiot, weak, and the list truly went on. By age twelve Naruto had finally found a way to keep him sane, cutting. Some people may ask, is it truly that simple? How could that possibly be a solution? However, it was the very thing that kept Naruto's mask on. It kept him smiling when walking through the village, it kept him begging for a date with Sakura, and continuously challenging Sasuke to fights. He kept his scars hidden as well, he always wore long sleeve shirts and always made sure not to cut too deep.

Naruto sat slumped against his apartment wall, watching the blood ooze out of his fresh cuts on his forearm. He smirked, all the pain he felt was soon gone. If only this feeling could last forever…he thought to himself as he continued to sit, slumped against the wall, drowning in his own depressive state.

"Demon! Get out of here! How dare you show your face in my shop!"

"Monster! You should do us a favor and go die!"

"What a loser! I hope he knows he'll never amount to anything!"

These memories raced through his head as he sat there, staring at his bleeding arm. He closed his eyes and remembered the beatings he got when he was young. He was pretty safe from them now, but sometimes he would still get jumped a few times a month and walk into a vandalized apartment once or twice a week. He knew Tsunade would do something to help him, but now, in this day and age, Naruto had accepted this treatment, to him anything otherwise wasn't normal and wasn't something he was worthy of.

Suddenly there was a knock at his door. "Naruto? Are you in there?" a voice asked behind his door.

"Shit!" Naruto hissed as he dashed to the bathroom, "Hold on just a minute!" he yelled as he quickly ran water over his cut, cleaning it off for the most part as he pulled his shirt down as he ran to the answer the door. Come on Naruto, happy face remember? Be happy! he thought as he opened the door. It was Kakashi.

"Hey, Kakashi! What brings you here?" Naruto asked with a fake smile upon his face.

Kakashi studied him for a moment before answering, in truth Kakashi had noticed Naruto's strange behaviors for years now, but decided if it was severe enough he would speak to him about it on his own time. "Just checking on you, I haven't seen you in a while so…"

Naruto forced out a small chuckle, "Well thanks for stopping by Kakashi…Maybe we could get together sometime, huh?"

Kakashi looked Naruto up and down suspiciously, he noticed his face looked paler than usual and he seemed a lot smaller than he did last time he saw Naruto. "Yes, we should…well I'll see you around!"

"Yea…see you…" Naruto said softly as Kakashi turned around to leave the apartment complex.

Something just isn't right Kakashi thought as he left Naruto to himself again. He would have to get someone else to talk to him, maybe even Tsunade.

Meanwhile Naruto had made his way to his bedroom, finally allowing himself to fall into his mattress. He felt so light headed and dizzy. He finally drifted off into a slumber.

"Look there he is!"

"The nine-tailed demon?"

"Yea! Let's get him!"

A ten year old Naruto turned around to see three drunken figures pursing him, suddenly one of them pushed him down onto the ground in the ally.

"This will teach ya !" one of the men shouted, hitting poor Naruto over the head with his now empty beer bottle.

"P-please s-stop!" the ten year old Naruto pleaded, tears starting to form in his ocean blue eyes.

"You can't fool us demon! Demons don't cry!" the second man shouted, "I think its time I taught him a more serious lesson…" he muttered, "hold him down!" he ordered the two other men. They did as they were told, one holding him by the wrists, one holding him by the ankles.

The man stood looming horrifically over the young Naruto, clearly even in his drunken state, he was gaining pleasure watching the child suffer. He then undid his belt, causing Naruto's heart to race. He then allowed his boxers to drop to the ground, he then kneeled down and made the other man who held Naruto's ankles help him take the now sobbing Naruto's pants off.

"Please…don't…" Naruto whispered, only gaining a sickening grin from the man who was about to rape him.

"You deserve this you little demon!" he screamed as he thrust his member into poor Naruto's opening, causing him to scream. "Hold his mouth someone!" the man screamed as he moaned in sickening pleasure as he thrust in and out of young Naruto.

Naruto suddenly jolted awake. He woke up in cold sweat, he felt tears forming in his eyes. He felt sick to his stomach. He suddenly arouse out of his bed, walking towards his bathroom once again. When he entered the bathroom he shut the door and locked it, he then turned the shower on as hot as it could. He then stripped down and entered the shower. The heat of the water burned his skin, just the way he liked it. It made him feel clean for once. He then began to scrub with his wash cloth, I'm so filthy, so dirty and disgusting he thought to himself and he continued to scrub his burning skin with the wash cloth.

Author's Note: Well…I'm not really sure where this came from haha. It was just a spur of the moment type of writing. But please, do review! And I wasn't sure how to write the rape scene so I tried the best I could, it was so sad for me to write. But…thanks for reading! God Bless!