Our Dark World

Disclaimer: I own nothing in here except for my plot line and character.

Warning: Light gore, minor to severe injuries, blood, moderate violence, and language.

Summary: When everything falls down and the world turns for the worst, street kids are left for goners. Maybe there are a few that would help them, but that was before the law came out. With nowhere to go and no safe havens, will one street kid survive?

Chapter 1: The Cruel Streets a Possible Hope

The fifteen year old teen ran through the bitter cold wind and the freezing rain just to get away for the two people chasing him. He lost count of just how many alleys he ran through. This wasn't the first time he was chased, but he decided that this was the worst anyone ever chased him before. It seemed like only yesterday when his parents tossed him out in the streets just to get their next fix. No matter how much he hated them he still loved them. He was positive if it wasn't for them he would have given up on life a long time ago.

The boy's luck was twisted because he came to a dead end. The two thugs chasing him smirked and the larger of them said, "Looks like you have no place to go now, kid. Why don't you just give up and we can all go home safely?" Instead of screaming or saying no the 'kid' only shakes his head and pulls out his pocket knife, readying for the fight that was coming his way.

The stalkier of the two thugs said, "We thought you would go quietly, but I guessed we were wrong. Oh well, if it's a fight you want then it's a fight you get." The two thugs pull out their own pocket knives and the fight begins.

After a few heart-stopping minutes the victor of the fight was the thugs. Taking what little food the boy did have they left, the stronger of the two saying, "Next time we catch you stealing out food, we'll kill you pest." As for the boy, he was nothing but a bloody mess. His arms were littered with deep cuts and his dirty-blonde hair had blood all over the uneven locks. He knew from how strong those guys were he had quite a few broken bones.

He didn't know how long he lay in the cold, damp alley, but he eventually found enough energy to get up and limp to the nearest house. Taking note of the caked on blood all over his clothes, that concealed just how bad his injuries were, he grimaced. Before he even knew what he was doing he knocked on the black oak door and used the rusty railing as his stand to lean on. He hoped, forgetting about his twisted luck, that someone was home.

His prayer was answered when the door opened to reveal a mid-tall and tanned figure with a spiked ponytail asking him a question that didn't quite register to him. After the teen got the haziness of his head settled he finally answered the question before falling unconscious. "I'm Mac McKenzie and thank you for saving me." Once he managed to squeak this out he falls on top of his supposed rescuer.

This rescuer placed him on the couch in his living room and covered him with a blanket. He then proceeded to call up a few people to help him bring this boy to a hospital, not caring about the caked on blood all over the boy getting on the couch.

"What do you mean you have a street kid?" A panicked voice said over the phone.

"You don't have to yell. Just get the others and come over here. I think he's injured really bad. He may need medical treatment."

There was silence on the other line before you heard, "Alright, alright, we're coming over. Just keep him from dying." After this was said, the rescuer hung up the phone and got his med kit to heal what little of the boy's injuries he could.

A few minutes later he heard the knocks at his door and went over to open it. He was relieved when he found out it was just his firends. There were four of his firends and he assumed the others were too busy to come or just didn't want to get involved.

"So, where'e the street kid you metioned on the phone earlier?" Kakashi asked curiously. His hair was uncharacteristicly drooped and he was in a pair of loose jeans and a red tee shirt with a camo jacket, opened, over top and a cloth over his left eye.

"Isn't it a bit cold to be wearing that, Kakashi?" The rescuer asked and let all of them in. Each of them saw the 'cute' scene infront of them until they noticed the dried blood.

"No, not really." Came the lazy reply. After all, this wasn't the first time he saw a street kid beaten up this badly.

"Is he going to be alright?" One of the others asked cautiously looking over at the sleeping form. He too had loose fitting jeans, but he wore a tight, black tanktop with a denim jacket over top of it and he had his ever so famous skewer between his teeth.

"I hope so." It was those three words that prevented anymore questions from his friends. They figured that who ever this kid was, he wouldn't brign them any trouble. Afterall, the law did say that under no circumstances is anyone allowed to house street kids and people who are caught will be severely punished. They could only wait in strained silence that the boy would hopefully wake up so they can take a better look at his injuries.

Author's Note:

Well, this chapter came out a bit short, but I hope you still like it anyway. Something that I forgot to mention at the begining is that this is an AU meaning that the Naruto characters are not ninja and are everyday people.

I'm hoping that you liked it and will give me some reviews. I also wanted to mention that if I make a short chapter then I'll try to put more content in the next chapter. I'll make up for any delayed updates.

I have a good idea where I want this story to go and I'm still trying to work out a few rough parts. Overall, I hope you won't be harsh when you review because this is my first time writing somethng that's out of the Ninja Universe of Naruto.