Well, my first story! This was only 838 words, pretty good I think for the first chapter. I hope to make them much longer as the plot thickens though, so just bear with me and give me constructive critism! I want this to be a kick ass story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto! At all! Sadly...

Naruto walked through the cold rain that hit his body with the speed and intensity of a thousand kunai. Head bent, eyes narrowed and fists clenched, he trudged through the mud and his own crimson blood that trailed behind him as a sad reminder of his pathetic existence.

He had killed Jiraiya. No. Not he, that damn fox that lurked within him, but no one would care. They didn't before, so why would they now? He kicked the ground as tears mixed with the rain that pounded down, almost as if it were a punishment. Reoccurring thoughts of self hatred and pity consumed his mind and he finally sat under a tree and sobbed into his knees.

I'm so weak... He thought to himself. If I weren't so damn weak, I could have stopped, Jiraiya could still… be alive. He screamed with the thunder that cracked overhead and struck the ground with his fists along with the lightning.
Listen kid, he was just a guy. Who cares? The Kyuubi would say to Naruto.
I do you bastard. I hate you, I hate you so much! Naruto screamed back at the Kyuubi through more tears. What the hell am I supposed to do? Waltz into Konoha and tell Granny that I killed her former teammate? That I killed a legendary Sannin? What am I supposed to say? I'm sorry? Naruto threw himself into fit of trembling and crying. I can't go back Kyuubi, don't you understand that? Damn it, what am I going to do? He whispered without the tears and sadness. There was no trace of emotion within Naruto anymore, he was cold with a heart as solid as rock.

The next morning was overcast and cold. Naruto woke up high inside of the same tree he cried underneath just hours before. His clothes were ripped and muddy, and his hair was matted to his forehead. In one hand, was his headband, but in the other a kunai. His fist tightened around the weapon as he yelled and sliced right through the Konoha symbol. A single tear made its way down his face as it fell out of his hand and to the ground beneath him; it fell straight down and smacked right into the mud. He took a deep breath before jumping from tree to tree, not exactly knowing where he was going. But the wind in his face and the cool breeze mixed with the gray clouds gave him a sense of peace and calm. Something he needed desperately at the moment.
He reached a small stream that supplied just enough water to drink and to wash one's face. So he did. He splashed his face off with the ice-cold water and drank some. It almost burnt his throat but it felt good, almost as if this were some kind of second chance. A chance to grow stronger and work harder, a chance to become something more than the kid with a demon inside of him. Suddenly filled with inspiration he ran off in a different direction, not knowing what or who he would find. Yet he knew that whatever he found would make him stronger. He continued on until he saw an older man struggling under many woven baskets. He stopped and stared down at the man, he was definitely not a ninja… Naruto concluded. So he hopped down in front of him.

"Why hello there young man." The elder said through thick, round glasses. Naruto crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't happen to be carrying clothes in there, would you?" Naruto asked. The man smiled and with more strength and agility than Naruto could have expected he flung the baskets down and stood behind them.
"They might be clothes, if you have money." He said smiling, while unlatching the locks and opening them. Naruto smiled inwardly and handed the man more than enough money for a new outfit.

Naruto couldn't help but feel awesome in his new clothes. They made him feel older and strangely stronger. He now sported an orange short sleeve shirt with a black vest over it, black pants with an orange stripe down the sides, that he tucked into basic black knee high shoes. And finally a black ribbon he tied around his right arm. Hands in his pockets he walked forward through the woods wondering where he'd find himself next. He obviously couldn't go back to Konoha… so now, he was a rogue ninja; a ninja that would now be hunted by Konoha. He smirked and laughed inwardly.
This could be kind of fun…

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