HELLO everyone! This is my first fanfiction and its my project for the young authors book thingy for school. So yah! Read n review! Also if you do not like yaoi then dont scroll down.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did naruto would be gay and sakura wouldn't exist(sorry sakura fans)

Beep, beep, beeeeeeep. Smash! 'Damn, not again! Now I have to buy another one !' Naruto stated after waking up to that sound that never ceased to annoy him. 'Yawn!' Naruto got up and stretched his sore joints. After he was done he walked to the bathroom to take a shower but accidentally tripped on some bottles, cans, some old food wrappers, and dirty clothes that littered most of his apartment. He didn't clean his room much because, well no one ever visited him.

The reason why is because the villagers called him a demon and that he was cursed. He lived alone in an old apartment on the bad side of town. Ever since he can remember, he has lived on his for a long time. He use to live in an orphanage when we was very young, but on his sixth or seventh birthday they kicked him out. He never really knew his parents or what they looked like. He mostly got the image from what the villagers whispered behind his back.

He especially heard comments like ' He killed his mother' and 'He's the reason why his dad killed himself ', but his favorite comment that he always heard was 'He should have died that night '. he knew that his parents were loved and respected by all the villagers and he took that away from them that's hated him. Well thats part of the reason they hated him. He knew his mother was a beautiful woman. She had scarlet hair and light blue eyes. His dad was handsome and has bright blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

They say that he had a demon sealed inside him and was cursed right after birth. After he was kicked out of the orphanage, an old friend of his parents got him the apartment that he's staying in now. Since the man wasn't that wealthy he only got $800a month. The man never held a grudge against naruto but was scared of what would happen to him and naruto if the villagers found out that he was helping the boy out. So I guess you could say that naruto didn't have anyone that cared about him or loved him. After the man died of old age he had to work for enough money to pay the rent and buy food.

Since he was hated so much in his village he couldn't find a cheaper apartment and a well paying job. He got the lowest, dirtiest, and sometimes dangerous jobs that no one wanted. The pay was good enough, but it wasn't enough to get the things he wanted. So he had to work a lot after school and on weekends. Sometimes even overnight. That's the reason why he always got poor grades in school. Not that poor for him to be held back another year though.

When he was little he would always act out to get attention when everyone started to ignore him like he never existed. It always got him in trouble, but he was use to the yelling and scolding and sometimes spanking though. After school was done and being yelled at again for pulling another prank on one of the teachers or students, he would walk home alone and out of nowhere would get dragged into an alleyway and beaten until he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

But strangely he always woke up hours later covered in blood but with no wounds visible on his skin. Maybe the villagers were right. Maybe he did have a demon inside him and was cursed. He always wondered why the didn't just stab his heart or cut off his head.

But sadly no, they only stabbed , punched, burned, and broke parts of his body that wouldn't kill him. He never fought back because he knew they had a right for what he stole from them. He did this same routine everyday for as long as he could remember.

He hated his birthday the most. The villagers did the same thing like always, but on this day their beatings were more severe and every year it was more painful than last years beatings. Now lets get back to were we left off.

Please review ! Thanks for reading! n this chapter still isnt done. this is just part of it. to tired to type the rest.