Fallen (Taoreta)
Summary: How can I feel like you when I wasn't raised like you?
Rating: Teen-Mature (later chapters), swearing, blood, gore, and all that beautiful jazz~
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and characters.
~~~Prologue~~~
Night was always peaceful with children asleep inside their homes. Cozy and unknowing of the dark world around them except for one child. A child who learned to live a different manner, one full of death. No emotions, and pain to only inflict upon the enemy. Lingering scents of motherhood and family never reached his nose. Gentle hands he never been exposed. Only harsh commands and harsh tone of words. Schedules of training and learning, never once to hold an animal he could call his own.
"Take off your mask."
The leader of the village spoke with wisdom and power. His frail hands held together under his chin looking upon the child who never been raised with love. He had been use with harsh treatments and only now he can withhold the child with little hope to bring a warmth to those dead eyes. The child before him slowly took hold of the mask framed on his face letting his bangs marred his face. The scars or whiskers were faded to the point it was barley shown but he hid it under his mask. If one looked at the child, they would see he was not even in his teen years but the way he stood, how he held the mask on his face showed that he was raised like an adult. One who knows how to kill and seize an enemy without a second glance.
"This is your new mission. Make sure to read and understand the contents."
The scroll of old crinkled paper touched his masked hands. He placed it within his pockets before he felt something he never felt as a child. Gentle warm hands from the leader wrapped around his small frame.
"I can only grant you this as far as I am alive."
The leader told in rather a fatherly manner gently letting go of the boy seeing that he didn't react to such a gesture. He was told that it was a movement not made for his kind. An affection that he was never to deserve for he was a weapon. A trump card, something that someone crafted for their own glory and power. A being that was not his own, a tool meant for destruction. He was a child but yet his life had told him that he never deserved such humane words.
"You are dismissed."
The leader said and he bowed mechanically before walking to the entrance placing back on his mask letting a few leaves gather around him. His body becoming mystified as he faded to his home. The flat he lived was plain and just barley contained essentials as the men of the village provided such needs. He had the basics of a bed, a kitchen table with two wooden seats to match the overall plain complexion. The only personalized item he owned was rather his headband that wrapped around his right arm to cover the tattoo of those who were made to kill. Tools of the village and tools of the leader whomever is appointed to be the leader. Setting down the weapons on the kitchen table thinking of soon to clean them off once he had read the mission.
Uzumaki Naruto
Your mission is to be held within a team of three consisting of Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, and Kakashi Hatake as your mentor. Any personal information concerning your identity will be held secret and confidential until further notice. You are to act as a gennin among your teammates. Your time and location to report is the Academy 3rd floor at 7 in the morning. During those hours until meeting your mentor, you will be under the charge of Iruka Umino. Take heed in this mission to be human. You are no longer a weapon of Konoha but rather a small child.
Sarutobi Hiruzen
He kept rereading the contents of the message to further understand but in due time, if any questions in regards to his mission he would report to the Hokage's office. Maybe if anything, the Hokage would come to his home to explain in more detail but he has yet to discover such an action. It was late no later than midnight in which many children would remain asleep in their home. He wondered in some moments of his life why he was never given affection, why he always had to sleep in cold environments. Why he never had been granted these small items like toys or even balloons that he saw neighboring children running with. He never learned how to hold a smile or to shed a tear. For as long as he could remember, he was training. He wouldn't be surprised if he was trained when he was still wearing diapers.
"Hokage-sama."
He opened the door slowly to see the leader as he bowed before he attended to the kitchen. The weapons he had used had been cleaned and placed away before setting down a cup of tea in front of the elder. The man thanked the young child before he puffed out some smoke from his pipe.
"How is your body faring?"
The elder asks as the boy looked towards his injuries. The mission was rather simple which was to kill a man who had been on the run. To leave no trace and to make sure that his screams were silent for the night. He knew that the creature inside of him was to make sure any small cuts he had were taken care of.
"I had a few small scratches but I am well."
He told as the man nodded puffing out another smoke. The young boy never learned to show emotion, and was trained to never question a mission. He only lived 11 years and yet his mind set was that of a man who was in his mid-30's.
"More details in regards to your mission I will inform you tomorrow. Make sure to rest well and be yourself."
The elderly said and the young boy nodded his head seeing that the tea was finished. He took the cup and washed it with his small hands. The boy knew basic housework when he was younger along with many books of different lifestyles and assassination techniques that were forbidden for young children to learn.
"Have a good night Naruto."
The Hokage said standing up and slowly walking to the door closing it behind himself.
"You also have a good night Hokage-sama."
His name was Naruto; he was only just 11 years old. He lived his life under control and was told he was a demon. To never question and to merely follow. His eyes never shed a tear of sadness or remorse because his humanity was taken from him. Only now will the plan of the Hokage surely move in his life. To introduce him that he is a child, a child needed to have love and affection. A child who had fallen into the dark world and needed a hand to reach the light. He will be damned if the child will never learn how to love and to be human.
~~~~~~~~~End of Prologue~~~~~~~
A/N: Hi everyone, if you cannot tell already this is already the first chapter of the revised version of Tsuki Kitsune. Rather the prologue but you might have already gotten the gist of that. Why do a rewrite after all the years of making this story? For one I made this when I was in High School believe me I had so many inspiring notes of how this story will play out. I got the end but never the middle. So now I read my Tsuki Kitsune story and my gosh… I never knew that I would make such a story on the whim. I lost the notes of how this story was to play out and figured out well I need to make it a new one. This will be a start of a new journey. Please review and criticism is greatly appreciated.
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