Hinata, weak, and is beat by her father, Gaara, a heartless boy who was considered insane, Naruto, alone, and abandoned who everyone hated, Sasuke, his family murdered by his own brother. These lonely kids slowly make friends with each other and open up for the first time.
Hinata
Hinata dragged her body limply across the halls receiving stares and whispers commenting how zombie-like she looked. She ignored them, not even sparing them a glance and continued to walk limply across the hall to the restroom.
She grabbed on to the wall breathing heavily, even though it was just a short walk. She continued to go to one of the stalls, receiving a horrified glance from one of the girls who were putting on makeup, whispering to her friend about how she was a 'disgrace'.
She opened a stall and shoved her body inside the restroom and breathed.
What the hell do they know about her?
She rolled up her sleeve to see a fresh, big purple bruise on her arm made by her father. Her father who beat her. Her father who was disappointed in her that she couldn't take over her family's company. Her father who was… well, her father.
She rolled up the loose shirt that covered her stomach to see another dark purple bruise. She touched it lightly but still winced in pain.
Hinata collapsed on the cold bathroom floor and breathed lightly. Then, when the bell almost rung, she proceeded to go to class, no matter how much the pain hurts.
Naruto
Naruto wandered the streets of Konoha slowly, his long blonde hair shielding his eyes. He didn't have to go to school, he'll get kicked out. Not that he wanted to anyways. He chuckled darkly. What has he done wrong? His stomached grumbled and whined.
He cursed.
What did he do wrong? Heck, people despised him ever since he was an infant. Sure, he had a place to live for his 12 years, but the only one who seemed to care was the Sandaime, who was always quiet to him and only came over for his monthly bill.
He glared at a random door step. But it didn't matter whose it was. He was famous in this village. Famous for being hated. Everybody hated him. He looked at an abandoned bottle of yellow spray paint. He grinned. Being dark wasn't like him at all.
"Okay! I'm going to make everyone notice me again!" he announced to himself. He grabbed the can and hopped up on someone's roof.
But he still had that one question.
What did he do? He figured it wasn't much. After all, how could you hate a baby who did nothing?
Sasuke
Sasuke shook his fist and stared at his house. The house where his family used to live.
"Itachi." he clenched his fists as tears slid down his cheek.
His brother, alone, killed his whole family and bolted off to somewhere. Somewhere people couldn't find him. He squeezed his fist. His anger soon turned to melancholy.
"Why, why, why couldn't you at least kill me too?" he sobbed. Someone who was just walking by heard the news and gave Sasuke a looked of sympathy. Sasuke glared hard at the person while they flinched and walked away.
"A-A-And I t-thought we were happy," he hiccupped.
He sobbed even harder, his ebony hair shadowing his eyes remembering the flashback.
Flashback
Sasuke blinked as he skipped home from the academy. Today, there were extra work that they had to do. Sasuke protested but the teacher wouldn't let him go.
The road was deserted, but that didn't bother Sasuke much. He saw a person in the shadows, who had long hair.
"Itachi…?" Sasuke cried, running towards the house.
"I-I'm home." Sasuke said shakily, taking off his shoes. He half expected his mother to ask him what was wrong, but the lights were turned off.
"F-Father? M-M-Mother?" he stepped on the hard floor and went inside the kitchen, which was dark.
He heard a scream coming from his parent's bedroom, a shrill scream.
"Oka-san!" he screamed and lunged at the bed room door. He threw the door open to see his dying mother with his already dead father. And Itachi…
"Nii-san! WHY? WHY?" he screamed, and lunged for Itachi.
Itachi twisted his arm without effort, and stared into his brother's eyes. "Foolish brother."
"Nii-san, why?" Sasuke asked weakly.
"I was the brother you wanted me to be so I could see how long you lasted." he merely stated.
He twisted Sasuke's arm painfully as Sasuke screamed out. He dragged Sasuke out the house and onto the porch, where the road was deserted.
"Nii-san," Sasuke weakly said.
"Someday, Sasuke, you will possess the hatred that I possess. Come to me when you have that," Itachi said, his voice trembled on Sasuke's name. He turned his head to look in Sasuke's eyes.
Sasuke widened his eyes. Itachi… was crying.
"I'm sorry, outouto." Itachi whispered, without Sasuke hearing. Sasuke just shook his head. Why would Itachi cry?
"I'm sorry."
End of flashback
Sasuke clenched his fists. This made no sense.
Itachi? Crying? In another parallel universe!
Gaara
Gaara sat at the swings at the night. When no one would bother him. No one would be screaming "MONSTER!" right in his face every few seconds.
Everyone thought he was insane and acted like he was a monster because someone started a rumor saying that he twisted his uncle's arm and was smiling sadistically.
After that, Gaara's prankster decided to mess with him again. Fed up on being a punching bag, Gaara got tired and just decided to merely tell the bully off. After that, it spread as another rumor exaggerated to the point where Gaara nearly killed the kid.
He sighed. He didn't have one friend. His father was an important person of the country and he was famous, famous for being hated.
He sighed again and remembered a time when he was trying to be nice, but ended up worse than he thought.
Flash back
Gaara sat on the swings with his teddy bear as a colorful ball bounced towards him. He blinked and stared at the talking kids. He slowly got off the swings, and took the ball in his hands. He took a step closer to the kids as they froze in fear and he handed them the ball.
"MONSTER!" they screamed.
"Wait!" Gaara yelled back, grabbing a girl's hand as he fell.
"M-M-Monster," she choked out.
"Wait! Gaara-sama!" Yashamaru, his uncle and caretaker yelled.
"Yashamaru?" Gaara said curiously.
"P-Please don't hurt them." Yashamaru panted.
Gaara widened his eyes.
"I-I-"
End of flashback
He growled in frustration. Why does every one think he's going to hurt them?