I do not own Naruto
Warning: Rated M for future self injury, gore, and occasional adult themes
Thinking/emphasis
"talking"
Kyuubi talking
wWw
The guttural burn seeping down his throat adequately illustrated how the ordinarily overzealous twelve year old boy felt whilst leaning against the far wall of his apartment. He chose this wall as it was the only one to have not recently been defiled. The boy shifted, a hand twitching for the 9½ inch, serrated field knife lying beside him. After a few moments the twitching stopped. He knew it was pointless, really, any wound would heal in seconds, regardless of his personal will.
Naruto sighed, gripping the bottle in his hand tightly before sipping the Sake slowly,
Ne… fox… could you actually let me feel something tonight?
NO! This habit would be a burden, I refuse to allow my albeit reluctant proxy to fall to such a crutch,
Pretty please Kyuu-chan?
No.
You suck.
Hn, think what you may, my answer will never change.
Fuck you.
He glanced at the relatively wide selection of Fuuinjutsu books he'd stolen, a modicum of contentment appearing at he recognized how easily he (and his clones) could pick up the otherwise considered difficult practice.
Guess that's the class 'dobe' for ya… can't make a godforsaken Bunshin to save my life but give me some seals and I'll breeze right through them…
Fucking stupid.
Don't complain about your own talents, boy, your excess of chakra is a blessing, not to mention sealing has unlimited possibilities… you know… like releasing me?
No one asked you.
It had been two days since his impromptu 'make up' genin exam. Two days since he had been shoved out of denial by Mizuki's announcement regarding his prisoner.
Said announcer is now dead, the scroll returned.
Naruto wasn't sure if he felt proud for besting a chuunin alone, or depressed that he'd been truly, alone.
Boy, you're never alone,
You don't count.
*gasp*
oh, can it
The emotional shock was enough to weaken the seal to the point where the prisoner gained a conversationalist. Naruto wasn't sure how okay with that he was, though in retrospect, his opinion didn't really make a difference.
Then again, a lot of things didn't make a difference anymore. For example: his formerly idealistic views of life were now just useless reminders of the past.
Because he wasn't like that anymore, this changed everything. Though he was more or less glad that his hardships finally made sense, a little, It was troublesome how he couldn't return to the bliss of ignorance.
Knowledge is power? perhaps in time... Knowledge is pain? oh, it most certainly is.
The events themselves hindered no one but the formerly orange clad genin who, only became so after silently placing the scroll next to Mizuki's head on the Hokage's desk, calmly explaining the unfortunate situation in a sullen tone.
The Hokage seemed sympathetic, insisting for Naruto to still become a genin of the leaf.
He frowned at the old man's reaction, having hesitantly taken the small headband, they're probably going to watch me closely now, see if I become the murderous fuck they've all been waiting for... oh what high standards I have to look forward to,
Afterward, as it was late, Naruto silently broke into the clothing store that previously refused him sales; their approval didn't matter anymore, it was no use trying to be something he was not. Furthermore, the orange rags he called 'fashion' needed to be burned.
It was shortly after that Naruto discovered Sake via an abandoned bottle on the side of the road; deciding that he liked the burn, he stole several bottles from a nearby convenience store.
Half of those bottles were gone now.
The blonde stared at the empty bottle in his hand, the fox refused to allow him the experience of inebriation, insisting on purging the toxin with it's chakra before allowing it to saturate his senses. That didn't stop Naruto from enjoying the burn, however, as it lasted much longer than the prickle of a knife to his skin.
You could say that he had finally cracked from the constant beatings and belittlement from the villagers. The beatings turning him into a sado-masochist, the belittlement, into a hardened cynic.
He wanted to leave the shit-hole. His previous 'dream' of becoming Hokage was clearly an impossibility and therefore abruptly abandoned. He found that at this point it was only a matter of finding the perfect time.
He stared back into the darkness of his apartment, knowing better than to use any light that may alert civilians to his presence.
What the hell am I supposed to do now? I can't just up and leave the village without getting stronger, I'll dead faster than a fly on the wall
You know that metaphor didn't make sense
Again, no one asked you.
He discarded the bottle, forming a cross seal with his hands,
"Kage Bunshin No Jutsu"
An identical clone appeared before him,
"Well?" Naruto asked the clone, "what should I do?"
The clone shook his head slowly, "I wouldn't know, boss, I don't know any more than you do."
"Shit… I forgot about that"
The clone dispelled
What about you, fox? Don't you have any wisdom-shitting advice?
Frankly, I'd slaughter them all,
Of course you would… but really, what would that prove?
Fuck em
*sigh* You're not helping, looks like I'll just have to go with the flow for awhile… damn
The slaughter is still an option~
I'm going to sleep,
You know, you can't spell slaughter without laughter~~
Shut the fuck up and let me sleep,
Killjoy
wWw
The alarm rang, team assignments were today.
Naruto left the house in his new clothes; faded grey shinobi pants, an equally grey tank top, black sandals, and a knee-length black trench coat with crimson flames across the bottom that he left open to display the forehead protector he'd tied around his waist.
Without the goggles around his forehead, Naruto's hair fell lazily over his eyes. Since he'd 'found out' about everything, the previously sunny color had lost a bit of its sheen. He had discarded the pitiful excuse for shuriken and kunai he'd been sold, strapping the holster for his field knife on his right thigh; he slipped the ebony blade into the cover, fingers lingering over the leather handle. Finally he picked up two of the smaller advanced Fuuinjutsu books, sealing one into the storage seal attached to the interior pocket of his coat, while leaving the other one out to read on the go.
He left his house, nose deep in his book,
He arrived at the academy, nose deep in his book,
Utterly ignoring his classmates shocked glances, Naruto silently sat beside the Uchiha who looked at him appraisingly,
"Oi, Naruto!"
Said boy shut the book, saving his place with a thin slip of paper he'd held in his sleeve, he turned toward the shout; it was Kiba.
"yes?" he asked, tone monotonous,
"che, this class is for the actual ninjas that graduated, what the hell are you doing here?"
Naruto shifted so his coat would fall slightly, displaying his forehead protector-belt, before tapping the metal display,
"due to certain classified circumstances I was able to graduate at a later time, mutt."
Many were surprised how little the formerly hyperactive boy's tone changed as they watched him turn away from the Inuzuka to continue reading.
CRASH
Bursting into the room were Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka, self proclaimed co-presidents of the Sasuke Uchiha fan club. Noticing Naruto's presence in the seat beside their 'Sasuke-kun,' the girls rushed up the steps to remedy the situation.
The pink banshee began, hands on her hips, "NARUTO-BAKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE SEAT NEXT TO SASUKE-KUN WHEN IT'S OBVIOUS HE WANTS ME BY HIS SIDE,"
Naruto's eyes rose from his book, meeting that of the squealing girl. He figured she expected him to jump and apologize as always before making way for her infinite glory,
Did you sense the sarcasm there? Cuz he meant it.
Why the fuck did he ever like this girl anyway? Sure, she was attractive enough for a twelve year old, but Kami-sama her voice was so aggravating
Instead he turned to Sasuke who had been dreading, yet expecting, a similar outcome,
"Uchiha," he began, the digging apathy in his voice was abundant "do you particularly care whether I or Haruno," he jutted a thumb in her direction, "occupy this seat?"
While the Uchiha was now sure something was wrong with the blonde ninja; nevertheless, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, "Hn, it makes no difference to me."
Naruto turned back to the astonished Sakura, "see? Spoken from the man himself."
Before she had a chance to reply, Iruka silenced the class with his 'big head no jutsu.' He looked at Naruto with a questioning glance but generally shrugged it off,
"and now I'm going to be announcing this years teams… team seven will be Sakura Haruno… Naruto Uzumaki,"
Well shit
"and Sasuke Uchiha,"
Double shit
Stop thinking about fecal matter brat, you're making it smell in the mindscape
Naruto fought against the urge to laugh hollowly at his situation, after all, it's not every day that the Kyuubi no Kitsune forcibly tells you to stop thinking about crap.
"YES! TAKE THAT INO-PIG, TRUE LOVE ALWAYS PREVAILS!"
I bet you can just guess who said that.
dun dun DUN *quivers in fear*
This entire story is based on the question: what if Iruka didn't show up that night?
I know it may seem super canon right now, but it'll diverge soon
I based Naruto's 'brisk' understanding of seals to what's been previously said about his father as well as his mother's village (both of which were known for sealing expertise)
I'm not going to give Naruto any bloodlines to aid his progress & what not, in my opinion he's always had enough to succeed, simply lacking opportunity,
And I've always felt like if canon Kyuubi wasn't such a man-bitch, then that would've been a perfect opportunity.
Also, although I do dislike Sakura, I'm not actually trying to bash her here, she was just a real idiot before the time skip.
Reviews…?
Anywhoo
That's it
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for now