A/N: The fourth chapter of Naruto: Suimin'yakugan is almost done…it's just that it's on my laptop which is not where I am. I'm on a computer. I would've brought with me but its monitor went out so it is hooked up to something that cannot be brought. So therefor I am making another fic to hopefully make up for it in the meantime. I'm going to try my hand at a dark Naruto fic. Let's get on with it then? ^.^
'Thoughts'
'Kyuubi's thoughts'
'Demon speech'
"Jutsu"
Warnings for This Story: Graphic violence, blood, gore etc. Language.
What Makes a Person Evil
Prologue
White. How he detested that color. Its deceitful purity, its misleading guise of soothingness, easily stained…
Red was another color he detested. He often associated it with blood. Something he sees often. His own blood usually. He gritted his teeth in anger. 'Those worthless villagers…how dare they hurt me over and over for no plausible reason?' So immersed in his stormy thoughts, he didn't hear the door across the disgustingly white room open. The venerable old man known as Sarutobi Hiruzen, Hokage of Konoha stood watching him with sad eyes.
After a few moments, he spoke. "Naruto-kun?"
Naruto's sunny blonde head jerked up. He plastered a fake grin on his face. "Hey Jiji!" he exclaimed loudly. Sarutobi sighed. If he wasn't adept at noticing fake personas he had no doubt he would fall for Naruto's cheery, idiot act. Only Itachi and Kakashi had ever been this good at hiding their emotions so young.
"Hello Naruto-kun…how are you feeling?" Sarutobi asked, standing beside the white hospital bed. Naruto's face lost its vibrant grin and a blank look replaced it for only an infinitesimal moment before splitting into a sheepish smile. "Ok I guess…when am I allowed leave?" he asked, looking down at the white bandages on his arms. Sarutobi closed his eyes. "That does why I am here…the Medic-Nins have cleared you," he replied.
Naruto got out of the bed, grabbing his clothes. Orange…he hated that color too. There was once a time he cherished that color. Now it was too bright. Too fucking happy. Something he wasn't. It was also the only color clothes he managed to find in the trashcans outside all the stores that have refused him service. Nonetheless, he put them on.
They walked through the white halls to the exit. The Medic-Nins always avoided looking at him. As though if they did they would be burned. Naruto couldn't fathom why. He knew he was ignorant about a lot and that infuriated him. He was relieved to be out of that accursed place.
They approached Naruto's rundown apartment. Sarutobi avoided looking at the newly painted offensive graffiti on the walls. Naruto scowled. 'He doesn't care about me…leaving me to rot in this place, never taking any measures to prevent what is surely illegal that his precious villagers do to me…' Naruto thought, hatred boiling within him. 'I know he's keeping things from me…I know he knows what makes people hate me…'
Naruto walked up to the door of his apartment, waving at Sarutobi and flashing him a vulpine grin. Sarutobi waved back before walking away. When he saw the old man go out of view, his face resumed its blank mask. He walked into his apartment.
Despite only being five years old, he wasn't naïve. His vocabulary was far more superior to a typical five year old for a reason.
The Matrons there always ignored him, some abused him outright but were never punished. He never got books or personal things except the rags he was given to wear grudgingly. The kids there were not too bright…they tossed books away. Naruto would always snag them and treated them like rare treasures. They taught him words of power. Knowledge was power.
It was from them he learned of Ninjas. Stealthy, powerful killers who served the village. 'Tch…as though I would willingly serve this village…I'll learn what I can from it, leave it to gain experience, then destroy it utterly,' he thought, a savage smile lighting up his face. He will have his revenge.
One way or another.
A/N: This was just a prologue. Please tell me whether or not this is good enough to continue. Updates will be unpredictable depending on popularity. R&R please! ^.^
