And Thus…
By Chipmunki.
My name is Naruto Uzimaki and today is my birthday. I am seven and I am not stupid. The villagers, for even though they have around three hundred brains between them, are still so ignorant. The Names 'Kyuubi Brat' and 'Demon Boy' mixed in with the fact my birthday is the tenth of October (the day of the Kyuubi attack), I have whisker marks and it is a fact for anyone who cares to look past the public channels that a demons can't be killed, leave little to the imagination on what really happened the night I was born.
I am the container of the Kyuubi no Kitsune. It feels strangely nice to get that secret out into the open and on paper. You know what people say- a burden shared is a burden halved! I never really got that. It just means two people are concerned over the same thing, but it does make sense. Although it's pathetic that I can only tell it to a piece of paper, no one else wants to hear. And, my problem is still as difficult and sanity breaking as it was before, because I still find my self wondering if I really am human?
Although the villagers oh-so ardently shout that I am a demon, they would so much prefer it if I was just an ordinary boy.
And, as I was taught (like all good little children who go to the academy) Konoha must come first.
Thus, my mask is born.