Disclaimer: All characters from Naruto that are used in story belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Chapter 1: Enter: Naru Uzumaki!
Sometime after the Third Great Shinobi World War, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox attacked the village of Konohagakure. Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, also known as Konoha's Yellow Flash, rushed to the village's help, where he and Gamabunta faced off against the Nine-Tails. But the beast's power could not be matched. With this realized he decided to defeat it a different way. Using the Dead Demon Consuming Seal, Minato sacrificed his life to save the village and sealed the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox inside his newborn child.
His dying wish was for Konoha to view this child as a hero who had helped defeat the Nine-Tails, but instead they viewed the child as a monster that had attacked their village. Because of this prejudice the child would grow up alone, not knowing the reason why.
Until one fateful day.
Naru Uzumaki awoke on her torn and old mattress with a pang in her stomach and sunlight shining bright in her eyes. As she sat up on her bed she made a cursory glance around her room. The room is barren with parts of the wallpaper peeling off in random places around the room.
Standing in the main room of her dilapidated apartment she notes the wobbly table in the corner along with the only chair tipped over. The kitchen is untouched with a barely working fridge, a leaking sink, and a few broken dishes in random places from her own natural clumsiness. She doesn't mind the neglected state due to the house only serving as a place to stay safe in the night or away from the cruelness of fellow villagers and nothing else.
As her stomach makes another grumble for food she takes a moment to get her resolve and hide behind a false smile before she takes a step out her front door.
As she walks through the streets of Konoha she's careful to not bump into anyone else. The last, and only, time it occurred she learned to keep her distance. The bruises all over her back also kept as a reminder till they went away.
She passes by a playground on her way to any sort of food establishment. She can feel her heart ache as she watches all the children play together. Wanting companionship use to be so important to her but after the many times of bullying and fearful looks she made sure to stay way. She scurries off before one of the parents can look her way and yell at her for just standing there at the gate.
She notices a restaurant with a kind looking lady running the counter. She hopes that maybe this person will be kind just once, just once. She hadn't eaten for almost five whole days now but it had become too unbearable and she couldn't last much longer without some kind of sustenance. Scraps of garbage would do as long as the consistent gnawing would disappear for just a moment. The only time she was able to run away from the pain and worry was when she slept and sadly she could not sleep forever, no matter how much she tried.
She walks closer to the restaurant and just as she is about to take a step towards the kind looking lady she is noticed by almost everyone that is currently dining. They all start whispering, gesturing, snickering, or just ignoring that they saw her. The hostess of the place notices her and her earlier expression of happiness morphs into that of anger.
She makes her way over to me and just as I open my mouth to ask, beg even, it is quickly snapped shut as the woman slaps me across the face. I can feel my eyes water and the burning sting on the abused side of my face. I look back up at her to see her raising her hand once again. I take a step back from her and try to make myself look slightly smaller than I already am.
She lowers her hand and hisses at me, "What do you think you are doing coming in here?"
"I just wanted to see if you had any-"
"Had what?" She sneers down at me like I'm not a hungry five-year-old child but a disgusting criminal who has done vile things. She doesn't wait for me to respond and answers saying, "I don't have anything for the likes of you."
"But I'm starving, I'll do anything for just a few scraps of food, please!"
"Keep out of my restaurant, you demon! I don't care if you're near death, I don't feed evil filth. Now get out!" She pushes me forcefully towards the entrances and then turns away, dismissing me without a second glance. Her look of anger seeps away to her previous guise of kindness which she reserved only for her customers.
Smoothing her hand along her heated cheek she turns to go but not before turning back to see the looks of aloofness coming from those that had witnessed what just occurred.
She can feel her heart aching even more as she walks off thinking, 'Why does everyone hate me? What did I do to make them look at me the way they do?'
Brought out of her daze, she thinks back to what the woman had called her. 'You demon!' 'Evil filth.' Many villagers and some children called her the same words or along the same lines. Ever since she was old enough to know what they called her she still did not understand why they called her what they did.
Did she smell? The lady had said she didn't feed filth. Leaning her head down a bit she couldn't help but sniff herself. Well, it is true she hadn't taken a bath for a while. 'But the water in my apartment was shut off so cleaning myself had become impossible.' The only time she could try to get baths in was when it was night and most of the villagers slept. She was small and quiet enough to try and sneak into the bath house or use ones water hose for a few minutes. But she only did that when she had the courage to go out at night; she was usually too afraid to leave her house after the sun had lowered from the sky.
'But what did she mean by evil? I haven't done anything to anyone.' Which was true. Even if they hit her hard enough to draw blood she never hit back because it made those hitting her even more angry and the more angry they were the more they would punch, kick, slap, and throw things like rocks. So she always just stood still and waited till they stopped their assault long enough for her to run as fast as she cold home. She knew it was the cowardly way out but she knew she could never win a fight with how she was now.
'Was it the way I looked that made everyone distrustful?' Stopping at a puddle on the ground she allowed herself a few minutes to inspect her appearance.
She was small for her age, standing at about two feet and six inches, while most kids her age stood at about three feet three inches. Her blond hair was long and reached just below her shoulder blades, always tied up in pigtails high upon her head, her bangs framing her forehead. Her face was round with three whisker-like marks on each cheek, and her wide cerulean eyes always shining bright with innocence that, no matter how harsh the world was, would not be sullied easily.
Her attire may be too bright for a ninja but she liked it nonetheless. Her jacket was a little big on her, dwarfing her frame. It was orange and blue with a red spiral symbol on the back and the sleeves rolled up, along with a black shirt underneath. She also wore orange shorts that stopped just above her knees. She didn't know where the clothes had come from they had just been set outside her door one evening. She was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and was thankful for whoever gave them to her.
She looked at herself for another moment and thought, 'I don't look half bad.' She smiled at her silliness and turned away from her reflection to note where she was. She had been so lost in contemplation that she hadn't realized what time it was. 'I need to get home.' The sun had already begun its descent and she wasn't even halfway home. As she started walking again she was snatched and taken into a hidden alleyway.
Eyes flaring in panic, she began to kick and scratch, getting ready to scream, when a rough hand was smacked over her mouth. "If you don't behave yourself, girlie, it's going to be much harder on you. But, don't worry, I like it when they struggle." She was lifted off the ground and was taken further into the dark alley. 'No, this can't be happening!'
Once they stopped moving he slid a hand up her shirt and squeezed her chest roughly. She started to struggle even more; kicking out, she felt a bit of pride as her foot connected with her attackers shin. Point, Team Naru. But her victory was short lived as his yowl of pain turned to a snarl and she could feel the side of her head connect with the hard wall. "You bitch! That'll teach you. I normally wouldn't touch demon spawn but I'm desperate for a good fuck so you'll do just fine for now."
She was roughly thrown to the ground and could hear the faint sound of a zipper being undone. 'Somebody, save me.' The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a flash of red and then it all went black.