1Author's note: just so you won't be confused this is like a otherworld story. I will be using naruto characters but I'm telling you now, for this kind of story you are needed to forget everything about naruto except the character's name and what they basically look like if you're to understand it. But don't leave just because I said that!It's good I swear!
You can read and enjoy and I sooooo need reviews. Unless I get twenty reviews for this I will not continue. All keep all chapters saved on my computer's hard drive until you cruel people learn to at least review. This is a serious matter!
Well now that I am done ranting, you can continue. And just to say I do not own the characters but they are under my power. Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!Face the power of my P.C!
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Rain washed down paved streets, running rivulets down the side of white-washed buildings. Trees bent and snapped at the ferocity of the wind. People were huddled away inside their homes, fearful of the storm. They had never seen such a thing before and it frightened them. It was a bad omen that they were witnessing such a dangerous side of nature. At another side of town, a small child stumbled into the maze of buildings. His eyes were swollen from crying so many tears, his feet scratched from heel to toe. He was weary but he wouldn't rest, not yet. Mama had fallen many miles ago, even days it seemed. But she had pushed him forward into the tangible jungle, telling him to continue on. On to a village named Konoha. At least there he would be safe...for the time being anyways.
He forced his tiny legs to move forward, knocking on doors as he went. His blue eyes wavered, his balance unstable, as he plunged forward one last time. His head hit against a door, but he hardly felt the pain. He was too tired to care, too broken to mind. He fell onto the doorstep, falling into a fitful sleep. The boy laid there, being washed in the cloud's tears, left alone for what death the chill would bring. Then the door opened a crack until a women looked through, her green eyes sweeping over the small boy. "Sakura! Sakura come here!" The women called back inside, looking at the little boy until her own daughter came. Her pink hair stood out against the grey world, green eyes(exactly as her mother's) shining with question. She gasped, leaning out into the rain to study the boy collapsed on their doorstep. "Mommy, why is here? Shouldn't he be home with his own mommy?" "It doesn't matter Sakura. Now hurry up and help me bring him inside." Sakura held the door open as her mother picked up the other child, bringing him inside their home. She turned to lock the door, then followed after her mother, puzzled as to why her mother was frowning so.
The kitchen light was on, the table cleared. The small boy was spread out on the wood, wet clothes seeping into the oak. Sakura moved toward him, emotions waging within her. This boy scared her with his appearance, but he also excited and worried her. His feet were so dirty, his face and hands so scratched up. His face seemed flushed and when she placed a hand on his forehead it was so hot it burnt her. She pulled away and distanced herself from him, now truly scared. Why was a boy doing out all on his own? Why was he injured so? He wore only a white nightgown, stuck to his body as if it was his second skin. His chest was moving, a sure sign he was still alive, but it moved awkwardly as the boy struggled for breath. He must have had more injuries beneath his skin, possibly even broken bones. Sakura stood against the wall, unsure if whether or not she could call for her mother. But it didn't matter. Her mother walked into the kitchen, a wet cloth in hand. She placed it on the boy's forehead, and came to stand beside her daughter. "Sakura, is everything alright?" The pink-haired child nodded her head, no longer afraid. But she remained confused. Everything, every little thing, that was happening confused her. The boy's appearance, his strange condition, her mother's scowling face. Her little mind couldn't make understanding of this, but her mother turned her in the direction of the doorway, signaling she wasn't to fret about such things. It was time for bed. So she grudgingly marched up to her room, the blonde boy still on her mind.
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"Sir I have no idea what to do. Shall we kill him, banish him, what?" Sakura's eyes opened to take in the sunlight of a new day, all the while her ears focused on her mother's voice downstairs. It was coming from the kitchen, she guessed, and by the sounds of it they had a visitor. Curiosity grabbed hold of her and she found herself sneaking down the stairs, watching her mother through the bars. The hokage was there, which surprised her greatly. The hokage never came to their house. "Do not fret my dear. It is just a mere child. No harm done. We shall find him a place to stay, it is the least we could do." "But he is not a mere child, hokage-sama! Last night he had a very high fever, enough to kill any man, yet he has already fully recovered. Hokage-sama I know what this child is! He is a demon, one of those disgusting monsters from one of the nearby regions. We can not allow him to live, it will bring us certain doom!" Sakura held in her gasp. That boy...a demon? It sounded so bizarre but it would explain everything. She listened as the hokage sighed before he picked up the boy. "It would be wrong of us to judge this child before we have even gotten to know him. He could have easily escaped his village's massacre, and wandered up here. There is no evidence holding him to such an accusation." "Hokage-sama..." Sakura leaned out more, studying the twisted features of her mother's face. There was disgust, anger, and fear blended in with the lines. "If you shall not kill that creature than we will all die. Is that what you wish for!" The hokage didn't answer but turned away, his bearded face now visibly to sakura. "I'll take my leave now. This boy will need some medical assistance." "Hokage-sama, you listen to me! Even if you place that child in our village, even if you say he is to be treated like anyone else, noone will listen to you. They'll know the truth! They'll know that that boy can never be one of us! They'll know and I can assure you they will have their reveng against that beast! You can't pretend Hokage-sama, you can't pretend you don't know it either!" Hokage had already left, but sakura's mother was yelling her words at the top of her voice, so that they followed the hokage as he walked down the street; a young boy in his arms. Sakura turned away and walked upstairs. She would never again touch that boy.
Blue eyes opened up to the world, meeting bright white walls. He had been in a room like this once long ago, when he was barely able to talk and he remembered it was called a hospital. There were strange beepings and pulsing noises coming from his right, which when he looked were only just machines. They were connected to wires which in turn were connected to him. His sky- blue eyes watched the ups and downs of the green line, vibrant against the black screen. Thousands of numbers and small codes meant nothing to him, but he loved the way the moved, as if almost in a dance. He reached out to touch one when the door opened. A nurse walked in, brown hair tied up in a ponytail, a white apron tied around her waist. "Oh, you're awake. Good morning little guy, how are you feeling?" She checked his pulse, stopping to scribble some things down on her clipboard. He sat there watching her, unsure of what to do. "What's your name," the nurse asked. "N-naruto..." His voice came out in an odd squeak, startling him just abit. His tiny hands ran across his lap, twisting the crisp white sheet that covered his legs.
The nurse wrote more stuff, then moved to plump up his pillow. "Just sit tight for awhile and then the hokage will come to see you. Starting today you'll be an honorary member of konoha. Isn't that great!" The nurse ruffled his blonde hair, then pinched one of his cheeks, not even caring that he had three thin scars down each one. Then she turned and left, giving him a sweet little smile before she disappeared past the doorway. Now that the nurse was gone it was quiet, much too quiet for him. He fingered the blanket some more, before turning his eyes to the window. This place was beautiful, with it's large mountains and twisting forests, but it was too large which meant there was lots of people. People were what scared him more than anything. Growing restless with his view of the mountains, naruto looked around, studying every inch of his room. Across from his bed there was a basket which held his clothes. That caused him to leap from the bed, and scurry over as fast as he could.
His hands pushed into the basket, pulling out his clothes. They were still damp, and were beginning to smell moldy. They wouldn't do him good anymore. He sat on the floor, sifting through the nightgown. There was a small pocket hidden inside the fabric, which his fingers finally found, before he pulled out a cold object. He brought a small metal choker out of the white folds, holding it close to his chest. The thing was too big for him, but he didn't care. It was all he had left of his mother. Scenes flashed before his eyes: red, black, grey. Blood spraying everywhere, screams, his mother's terrified eyes. He shivered, even though it wasn't cold and curled up into a ball, lying on the floor. His eyes burned with fresh tears as he tried his best to forget about that night, but it was still raw in his mind. He would never forget, nor would he ever fit in. That was his life.
He got to his feet and began to walk back to his bed, ready to fall asleep in this world of white, when the door opened a second time. He turned to see you had come to visit this time, only to be met by an old man wearing a red hat. He had a grey beard that jutted out from his chin in a point, and a wide smile plastered over his face. "Hello, naruto. That is your name is it not?" Naruto nodded, uncertain if this man was friend or foe. The old man sat down in one of the chairs pushed against the wall, his dark eyes watching him kindly. "I hear you're a demon. That you're a monster. Is that true?" Naruto flinched, blue eyes widening terribly at the thought of already being chased out of a peaceful village. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I am the hokage of this village, Konoha is it's name. Do you know what a hokage is naruto?" Naruto nodded his head again. Yeah of course he knew what a hokage was. Every village had one, it was essential to have a leader to guide the people. "Naruto I want you to know that this is your home now. No matter what past you had, no matter what you maybe...You're still human Naruto and you deserve to live as such. Noone, and I mean noone, has the right to tell you otherwise. As long as I live this place is your home, and here you shall be safe. I'm sure your mother wouldn't have wanted it any other way." At the mention of his mother, Naruto let out a sob. It was going to be hard now that he had no mother. But it felt nice to know that someone cared for him, that someone actually wanted him to live.
"Naruto?..." Naruto's baby blue eyes gazed up at the old man, waiting. "Do you wish to live here? Would you like to have a home?" He nodded his head so fast that it left his neck sore, but he was smiling so broadly that the pain didn't matter. He had a home now, he was going to live here, he was going to be a Konoha villager. He would no longer have to worry about his past, here it didn't matter anymore. "Come Naruto, I'll show you your new home." Hokage held his hand out, which the small boy took gladly. It was a new day, and for him, a new life.
