Authors Notes:- apologies for yet another story but my computer broke down and I'm having to use my brothers. As a result, I have lost the next chapter in each of my stories until my computer is fixed and I'm too rejected and lazy to re-right them. So sorry but I'll probably only update this one for a while. Also I will try to carry this one on quicker than any other as well. … Well that'll only be if you review. I have the next two chapters written but I'm not posting them until some one reviews on this chapter.

Anyways this is my first Naruto fan fic so enjoy and I apologise for any OOC's but there is a reason behind that which will be explained later in the story.

Anyways enjoy!

Disclaimer:- Don't own Naruto.

Warning:- May up the rating later for violence and such but at the same time may not. Let's just see.

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When the Deer Run

Chapter 1

This was a Triumph

All my life I felt helpless.

I was never good at anything.

I was raised at home. I was raised alone. I was raised to love and respect the deer as if they where gods or at least the messengers of such.

I was raised by my mother. My father never cared for me. I was always a disappointment to the clan, my father in particular. I was raised as a genius. I was expected to be a genius. When I was still a baby and was developing slower and later than any average baby was, my parents became worried. I guess that was when my father gave up on me. I could never pleas him with anything I ever did. He just shrugged off m first steps. He didn't care less when I said my first word.

He was never there for me when I needed him.

Then one day everything changed.

My father had to go away for a long time, so did my mum. Mum told me that I had to stay at their friend's house for a while. I had never left the clans grounds so I was scared. Our clan's house was surrounded by woods. I never went in there much. I was scared of the dark back then. Ha! Crazy isn't it? To think of me being scared of the dark but I was.

Mother told me that I was going to be staying with the 'Yamanaka' clan. Apparently, I would be staying with in particular with one Yamanaka Inoichi. According to Mum, he was one of father's best friends, his wife one of mother's best friends as well and they also had a daughter around my age.

I was worried at first. I had never met anyone outside of my own clan and now I would be staying with a strange family I had never met for two weeks. How troublesome.

I had been lectured by Mum on my manners and by the time I had arrived there, I was prepared for a horrible few weeks. As such when I got there and the first thing that the family did was make me feel welcome and as if I was just an extension to their family I was quite surprised.

After that day onwards, I had never been alone again. Inoichi acted like I was told a father should act towards their children. I had an annoying 'little sister' and I made friends with another boy who I also sometimes stayed with while my parents where away.

I loved it.

But he still was never there for me when I needed him.

Shaking my head slightly I straightened up in my chair and picked up my pen again that I had dropped.

I just do that sometimes, just blank out and think about life, the universe and everything. It gets troublesome when I do it while I'm in the middle of something like now.

Sighing I looked back down at my report on my latest mission and try to pick it off smoothly from where I left it before blanking out. Oh, yeah, expenses… how much did Chouji eat while we where out?

As I tried to count up the how much we had spent while on the mission I heard he door open and close.

Well, Dad's home. Mum's not coming home for another month or two, right? This is going to be so much fun.

"Hey, kid! You gonna say hi to your old man or wha?"

As I thought of dealing with my father while he had clearly been drinking, I let out an exasperated sigh. I knew it was the wrong thing to do but I couldn't help myself. It was eleven at night, I had just come home from a very long, tedious but easy mission and I wanted to just get this report done and go to bed. Seems my 'darling' father had other ideas.

"What was that for? You should respect your elders. Maybe I need to teach you some manners." And with that, he smashed his bottle of sake over my head.

Crying out I fell to the floor. Clutching my bleeding head, I look up at him shocked. He hadn't hit me in years and that was on nothing as trivial as this. He had never made me bleed from one hit either.

"Aw, did that hurt? Did I make the baby cry?" He asked sarcastically as he kicked me in the gut.

"Shut up!" I hissed through gritted teeth trying not to seem as weak as I did. Even when drunk my father was stronger and better than me.

"Need I remind you of your manners?!"

Great, he's shouted. I'm never going to make it out of here without injury now.

Braising for the blow that came a second after he yelled I silently prayed to the deer that this will be over soon. Pity my prayers are never heard or at least are never answered. The beating went on for an eternity. All I could do was curl up in the smallest ball I could manage and try to protect my head from to constant rain of hits and kicks.

After he was sure he had damaged every part of me he could reach the drunken man reached down and grabbed my neck lifting me of the ground and swinging me against the wall. Struggling, I grabbed hold of his wrist and tried to pull it off in a vain attempt to regain some air from the strangling grasp.

I watched scared as the man grinned sadistically and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Why don't you stop struggling now or you're just gonna be in even more trouble. You where always such a disappointment, but even a brainless child like you should be able to tell that that would be the smart move here." Wincing slightly I tried to move away but the hand around my neck prevented that from happening.

"Don't tell anyone about this and I promise I won't do the worst I can which I promise I will do." With that, he let go and I fell to the floor in a heap. I just lay there not moving watching him leave the room to go to bed probably.

Sighing I attempted to get and eventually made it back to the table with the idea of finishing the report so I could hand it in first thing in the morning, before my father woke up. When I got there I noticed that that last option was out of order because of the blood splattered over it. I'd have to re right it and I couldn't be bothered right now.

How troublesome.

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