AN: Hey there, nice of you to read this. This isn't technically my first story but it is my first one published on FanFic. I hope you enjoy reading it and I would love to read your feed back. (If you are criticizing it, make sure it is constructive. I don't want any hate) Unless I have something important to say, then after this AN I wont be writing any more. Enjoy!
So sweet and pure, that's the only way to describe it. Naruto continued until the crimson oozed all down his forearm and onto the floor. He had first learned about the art of cutting when reading some dusty old book in the second hand store. He had been chased down by some of the villagers and was simply passing the time, hiding, until they gave up and left. At first, the thought of purposely hurting yourself disturbed him, but then he got to thinking about it. He was constantly getting hurt during missions, always shedding blood, so what difference would it make if it was self-inflicted? And according to the book it helped to lower stress and lessens emotional pain? After thinking about it some more, he decided to go for it.
So that's where we find him, alone in his small, locked bathroom, the lights off, curled into the corner and cutting his forearm. Finally he lowered the knife, now covered in blood. Naruto leaned his head back against the wall, panting slightly from the rush of adrenaline and the tingling sensation in his arm. It felt so incredibly good; Naruto didn't understand why he hadn't heard of it before. Cutting was an excellent form of therapy without needing to pay a fortune. After about a minute of sitting there, a broad smile on his face, Naruto noticed the pain and tingling disappeared. Frowning, he looked down at his arm. Kyuubi had already healed it and replenished his blood supply.
He quickly stood up and washed off the drying blood, yup, no scar either. Naruto was a little lost on how to feel about this, on one hand, he didn't have to worry about anyone noticing embarrassing scars, on the other hand, he didn't get to feel as much pain, and he kinda wanted the scars. He felt rage begin to swirl around in him. Naruto wanted people to see the scars! He wanted the villagers to know what they had driven him to! He wanted them to see his suffering and suffer in turn! Enraged, he swiped up the knife and stabbed it straight into his arm, practically disconnecting it. Naruto chuckled at first, his laughter built up slowly, loudly to a cackling scream as the pain registered in his brain. He began drooling and went cross eyed. The pain! The pain was so beautiful! He wanted more, MORE! He stole the knife from its home in his arm and raised it high above his head, the blood dripping down onto his golden yellow hair. Naruto smiled and brought the knife down, as he did, Naruto lost consciousness from too much blood loss. He collapsed onto the floor, the knife barely missing his throat and skidding over to the wall to rest.