An 8 year old Naruto was walking home alone again from the Academy. The adults looked at him as if they were hoping he would drop dead. Mothers pulled there children away from them. Every action they made was another strike to his heart. #Its okay, kitsune, they're just jealous of your beauty and power.# Kurama says in its motherly tone. Since the kyuubi no kitsune didn't have any true gender, it changed it depending on the circumstances. When Kurama was training Naruto, he made a low and male voice, acting as a rough father figure trying to make his child the best that they could be. But in times when Naruto needed to me consoled or was feeling very bad about himself, Kurama would take this feminine voice and act as a motherly figure. 'It still hurts that they're so mean though,' Naruto sulked, wondering why they hated his Kurama so much.
At that moment, a collection of adult civilians and shinobi alike had gathered behind Naruto, unknown to the two as they conversed until it was too late. The shinobi started throwing kunai and shuriken at Naruto, slicing up his clothes in the process and cutting him. The civilians had taken to throwing whatever they could find and whatever would cause the most damage to the blond. Naruto broke into a run as they were quickly drawing near. He didn't use the chakra sprinting that Kurama had taught him due to the fact that he was supposed to be a little idiot when he was around large groups of people. The angry mob swelled as more people joined in. Naruto was feeling his joyful mask falling, being replaced by his fearful mask. Of course, that was fake as well. Naruto considered it his physical endurance training, seeing as they would hurt him anyway, he didn't see the point in not using it to his advantage. He begged for mercy, told them to stop, all the things that they wanted to here, to make them smile and laugh. He watched every one of the citizens that kicked him, threw things at him, cursed him and spit on him, taking note of each of them before they left. After they were done, he assessed the damage he had sustained. A crack in two of his ribs, and a dislocated shoulder. The ANBU on patrol showed up and noticed me. This one had a cat mask. He picked him up carefully and gently to make sure that he didn't cause him any mare pain.
Quickly and quietly, he jumped to the Sandaime's office, bringing the buoy to his office. "What happened?" The Third's usually calm voice now covered in anger at seeing the boy that the Yondaime left them with to protect us, dying to save the people of this village sacrificing not only his life, but his son as well.
Hatake Kakashi had never seen the Hokage so completely angered before. "It appears that the villagers found him and attacked him after gathering many of them to create a mob. The boy has sustained many injuries, the most prominent being two broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. Also, there is a chance that he is suffering from internal bleeding as well." He said emotionlessly. Though, he thought, I wondered how he was doing mentally after so much hate from the village that he was protecting.
Naruto had fainted from the pain of his injuries being moved, Kurama quickly looked over the boy it thought of as its own kit. He saw that his life wasn't in danger and started healing the boy of his internal injuries first.
This was going to be a painful existence, especially since this had been happening since he had been old enough to walk around on his own.
Hell, the boy's nurse maid had made an attempt on his life the day he was taken to the hospital as soon as he was left alone. If the head nurse and the Sandaime had come any later,the boy would have been dead already. Kurama wasn't even fully contained, but it stayed with the boy, even though it could leave at any moment. The boy had loosened the seal so that Kurama could feel more comfortable in him, and with that kindness, he had earned the kyuubi's respect and love, even if he was only a five year old at the time.
Now, the boy needed as much love and protection that this demon could give him.