The Fallen Rejects

O.k. after taking a very, very long break from fan-fiction due to some problems in my life, I decided that I should dive back in and finally give whoever is out there still an update. But, as I was reading this I realized something, I had no idea what the hell I was doing when I produced this in the first place so I re-read it a couple times but alas I completely forgot where I was taking this story so I will re-do it from chapter 1 though 3 and add my new chapter 4 all at once. Hopefully you enjoy, if not then go suck on a knob. Again, with the reviews please don't hesitate to be brutal because the more I know how you think the better off my story will become. Even if its just the your writing sucks and you should die blah, blah, blah I'll take it for nothing else than to see if I can improve. I might respond to you, I might not but I do try to give all my reviewers a thank you. So, now on with the story that started a year ago!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I wish I did so that Jiraiya could live on and then Hinata would get over her shyness and finally get naruto through any means necessary. I am sure Jiraiya is partying up there in super pervert heaven with Kami as the host and the shinigami as the D.J.

Naruto's 5th Birthday

There was an overcast that day, as if the sky was mourning, though I'm sure not from me. Back then, and even now I still think that if I didn't change that day then I would still be some loser punk that never knew what life could be like. No one cared, at least that what I had come to believe. How many people would spot a hungry, helpless, and obviously lost little kid and think, that bastard deserves to die? Really, in my case you'd be surprised. I was the one left behind, the martyr that didn't die, and for that I was hated. They saw me and practically oozed with the deadliest killing intent they could muster. Civilians, Ninja... everyone was the same. Except for those people that helped keep me sane. To them, I owe my life. My circle has grown since then, but I can still recall those days...

*Konoha - October 10*

Pant, pant, pant

He ran without stop.

Pant, pant, pant

He could hear them coming closer and he ran even faster.

Pant, pant, pant

Today was always a bad day. Every year this day just utterly sucked for one Uzumaki Naruto. Today was a celebratory day as the festival for the death of the kyuubi's death was in full effect and, as a coincidence, today also marked the day of another year living, another year of running, hiding, scavenging, surviving... his birthday. Today was the day that 5-years ago the great kyuubi no kitsune, the king of the kitsunes and most powerful bijuu in existance, was slain by his hero, the 4th hokage. However, for Naruto, October 10 was just a very, very bad day. Sure, everyday was bad to a point for Naruto. But none of those days even came close to this day. It all had started the day he got kicked out the orphanage. Since then, his life had been nothing but hiding, running or taking the beatings they would give him when they actually managed to catch him. He ate whatever scraps he could find and lived, which only seemed to make the general populace even angrier with him.

He had been lucky when he ran into the traveling merchant who gave him a money in exchange for his services. This merchant became Naruto's world, he was the only person who cared enough not to hate him on sight. The merchant found out about his predicament and found him an apartment to live in and made arrangements to help him in exchange of paying him. This man was Tenchi Ichiraku, he specialized in food service. That day was also the day he was introduced to the food of the gods... RAMEN! The deliciousness of the broth that soaked the noodles in their glory. Then the different toppings that where available... it was a food for all occasions! Then, and here was the best part of the day, he made friends! Ayame-chan had accepted that he didn't have anyone else and played with him on occasion. He had a friend that wanted to be around him! That day was the best day ever!

But October 10 was always the worst. It was as if the villagers shared an undying desire to make him an unrecognizable smug on the wall then to take that smug and wipe it away until there was nothing left. They wanted to erase him from their world. It was as if he was not supposed to belong and that he was going against all the laws of man by just existing that day.

Pant, pant, pant

He needed to stop, he had been running since they spotted him leaving the ramen stand and that was 6 hours ago! He was very tried and he needed to rest somewhere, anywhere. His legs throbbed in protest of his continued efforts to escape. He thought about running home and then he remembered that they would probably be there waiting for him like last year. He needed some place that was safe from these lunatics.

He turned the corner into an alleyway, and ran though searching the walls for some sort of escape route.

Then he saw it, a small hole in the wall where he could fit into and probably escape until they calmed down enough that they would think that those evil glares could burn him into non-existence. It was small though, and didn't look so safe, but it was his only choice. With one last burst of speed, he ran for all he could and dived into the hole. A small piece of metal that was sticking out caught on to his shirt and ripped it in two right at the middle of his chest and left him a nasty flesh-wound that went from the upper, right-side of his chest down to just above his stomach. He started to scream and bleed profusely from his injury. He crawled up to the wall and leaned against it to catch his breath and see how bad the cut he just got was. As he removed his shirt he saw the blood building up and that the cut had gone deep, he'd received worse. He just needed to rest and let it heal properly. Yes, some rest sounded very good right about now...

That's when he heard it.

Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu (Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique)

He turned just in time to see his protective wall where he just jumped through being turned to nothing but melted-steel and burning wood as a ball of white-hot fire hurtled towards him at high speeds. Acting on pure survival instinct, he jumped to a corner of the alleyway he was in to see if he could escape his death. Just as he landed, the assaulter extended his hand and yelled out "Kai (release)"and made the ball explode a mere three feet away from Naruto. Naruto quickly covered his face with his arms and silently prayed that he was not going to met Kami today. The resulting blast seared Naruto's wound closed in a searing and bubbly red flesh that threatened to fall off and left his remaining exposed skin black and burned. He put his arms down now that he could not move them and lay in a bloody heap on the excruciatingly hot floor of the alleyway. He could not move much less run away. He sat there until his attacker came face to face with him and then he saw it. The red eye that looked so unnatural against his pale skin and standing silver hair. The eye captivated him though, it seemed so unnatural, the blood red pupil surrounded by three tomea, the long vertical scar that surrounded it. The eye reminded him of himself and yet not at the same time. He saw that the eye didn't belong to the man's face, much like he seemed not to belong here in the village. Yet, it differed from his in that it had been accepted by the man and he had been scorned. He had made the eye into his weapon and let it bore deep into his, making him appreciate the eye for its true purpose. An eye that promised his death. Then, even through his cloth-covered mouth spoke with no remorse for the nearly dead child. "Humph, look how the mighty have fallen, demon." was all he said before Naruto was in even more pain as he felt something pierce his side, sinking deep to the tender flesh. He couldn't feel it all to well but, he knew that the man had almost killed him. His attacker twisted his kunai and pulled it free from Naruto's side as the blood flowed freely off the tip. "Damn, now look what you did, you tainted my kunai with you dirty blood. Now I have to go and get a new one." He off-handedly threw the kunai away towards the dumpster not far away.

Naruto lifted his head enough to come to eye-level with his brutal assassin and through a bloody mouth spoke "Please stop, I haven't done anything wrong. It hurts so much. Please, mister, I promise I'll be good if you'll just leave me alone."

This only set to infuriate the nin even more then before as he moved his hand to grip the nearly dead boy in his powerful hand and slammed the boy's head into the cement wall behind him and screamed "MERCY, YOU WANT MERCY DEMON. WHERE WAS THAT MERCY WHEN YOU KILLED ALL THOSE PEOPLE? WHERE WAS THE MERCY WHEN THEY PLEADED FOR THEIR LIVES ONLY FOR YOU TO KILL THEM WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT." At this Naruto could only speak in a voice that was just above a whisper and say "I don't know what you're talking about. It wasn't me; I've never killed anyone before." With his left hand still on Naruto's head he raised his right hand and punched Naruto, a sickening crunch sounded to signify the clearly broken nose and bruised face that was now hardly recognizable. Naruto looked as though his face caved in and he simply lay there, unmoving, and seemingly dead. The abuse finally stopped as he backed away and lightning covered his hand. "It might not be like his with the chakra manipulation, but I can substitute that with nature manipulation and finish what he started." He then rammed his loud, crackling hand straight into the damaged skin surrounding Naruto's heart. Naruto gasped as he felt to impact to his chest, and then lowered his head and closed his eyes. The nin listened closely as he could feel the monster's heart slow down, finally it stopped. The man then got up and thinking that he had finally accomplished what he had set out to do, finish his sensei's work by killing the kyuubi's legecy, the only remnant of the villages most hated demon. His last act before walking off was to pull down his mask and whisper "Remember this when your back in hell, the man who killed you, the man who finally defeated the greatest demon of demons was Kakashi, Hakate Kakashi. He then preceded the spit on him lift his mask back up and walk out to the mob just outside the alleyway. He pulled out his infamous little orange book and said in a voice that showed no sorrow for ending such a young boy's life, an almost completly uncaring voice. "The demon is dead, I just killed it in the alleyway back there and now the souls of our lost ones can finally rest after 5 long years.

The cheering was deafening.

They lifted Kakashi up upon their shoulders and carried him off saying things like "Truly the Hakate clan has reclaimed their honor tonight." and "Long live Kakashi". They would continue to celebrate the demon's demise for three days.

In a tower far from the scene of the gruesome murder, on the highest floor, sitting there and staring at his crystal ball was one Sandaime Hokage. He had seen the whole atrocity play out and sat there with a small smile as he smoked on his pipe. The cousel all hated the Kyuubi, but saw the potential the monster could have to be the villages so-called 'Ultimate Weapon'. The Sandaime had always opposed this, wanting the beast gone immediatly. They had finally reached an agreement to let him live, but there would be no special training. The Sandaime was still not appeased and ultimatly decided to try and have the boy killed by organizing secret assination attempts. The monster never had shown the promise to keep the seal closed and he was simply planning on banishing him, but this worked out all the sweeter. Not only was the village finally appeased but he had effectivly killed two bird's with one stone. He never had to see that beast roam the streets of Konoha again, never had to fake a smile so that the boy would not think of betraying the village and burning it to the ground, if he did have access to the beast's foul chakra. Those times that it had been reported that the demon's charka had been felt again, they always came with the plausible deniability that saved the boy. "Burn in the fire's of hell that bore you, Kyuubi."

A.N. Naruto is not dead and this is not a one-shot. So please do not flame me on that. But, I redid some parts of this chapter to keep up for a challenge someone presented me... make the 3rd evil. Its brilliant and I can only imagine the possibilities. Next chappie will be what Hinata has gone through. Wow, I just found out that my b-day is the same as Jiraiyas. Now what are the chances of that? Sneaks off to the nearest bathing house with a spyglass - giggling perversely.