Rated M for future chapters ~(If there are any)

Oh well. I don't know whether or not I'm going to continue this. It all depends on if anyone wants me to. I think I may want to do disclaimers and warnings, just in case.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. The only thing I own is my story. (This goes for any other chapters I may write.)

Warnings: There will be Yaoi. No yuri or heterosexual couples, unless I get asked and agree with them. In later chapters, most likely incest (which, if I continue, is a spoiler, so… *SPOILER ALERT*), yaoi harem (which will DEFINITELY not have any females in, because I'm that much of a Yaoi obsessed frea- fan.) Hehe. If you didn't get what that was supposed to say, it's your bad. I can't think of anything else, but if I DO continue, I'll put them in later chapters, as I go along.
And, yes. I don't use his name until he gives it, so don't complain. It's just how I roll. One last thing… I am terribly sorry (*cough* NOT *cough*) for all the author notes, which I conveniently put in random places, and I actually am sorry (and should bloody well be forgiven) for any mistakes. :{P


Chapter 1

He wasn't loved. He wasn't trusted. No one even bothered to look at him, never mind taking the chance of liking him. At least most people avoided him. Parents went out with their children and, when they saw him, they would take their children away, telling them, 'don't go near that boy, you hear me? He's a monster. As soon as he gets the chance, he'll kill you and anyone you've ever cared for.' He didn't know why they did it – all he knew was that they did. They claim that he just so happened to murder their family, as well as the fourth, but he didn't listen. He didn't need to, to understand that they knew absolutely sweet fuck all. Yes, he swore. No, he didn't let anybody know. Yes, he isn't as stupid as people declare or think. No, he didn't want anyone to know. He picked up on the many little things that had saved his ass numerous times. That's how he is currently alive and surviving. However, that may not be for much longer.

A mob of both civilians and Shinobi were hot on his track. He'd been running for an extensive amount of time, his shoes long ago disposed. As his small feet kept stomping against the ground, they rubbed on the rough surface and produced painful and uncomfortable blisters, which popped soon after smashing into the floor or colliding with rather small, yet sharp, pebbles. This only resulted in another set of troupes running up to the front line, ready to be taken down, like a lawnmower to grass. Even after around one or two hours of running, his soon-to-be attackers wouldn't surrender. He would always, no matter what, get a beaten for reasons unfathomable to him. He hated it, but he knew it was inevitable. His attackers closed the distance between them and 'the Demon Boy' and, as cliché as it is, he literally ran into a dead end – meaning he ran around the closest corner, only to face-plant the wall, which was , at present, blocking his only way of escape – his body in the shape of a frog in flight. He jumped back from the wall, holding his now sore and throbbing nose. Quickly spinning around, he spotted one of the worst sights he continuously has to witness – all of his aggressors were filling into the alleyway, circling him, like a prey would to their newly found source of food, prowling towards him.

"Le's ger 'im!' One of the male civilians slurred, obviously under the persuasive influence of alcohol. He attempts to run at the small trembling boy, who slouched down the wall, until he was sitting on the floor – his hands held out in front of him, as if he could stop a man, who towers over him standing up, let alone sitting down. This man didn't have any Kunai or Ninja weapons, because, obviously, he wasn't a Shinobi, but what he did have was a sharp-looking but rusting kitchen knife. "Die, ya muva-fucka! Ya ru-en-ed-ed ma bizzznus n kill-ed me peeerrrenntts!" (A/N: I've actually heard a drunken person talk like this, believe it or not.) The man lunged forward and stabbed the knife through the young boy's out-stretched hand, triggering a hiss of pain to slowly pour from the boy's mouth. At this, the man sneered. Everyone loved to see this boy in pain and he was oblivious as to why. Out of nowhere (A/N: Literally, because I'm just going with the flow and shoved him into the plot…), another man walked up to the boy, only this time, he was indeed holding a Kunai, but a sharp and well looked after one. The boy knew it would hurt, but also understood that a rusting weapon is worse. The man looked directly into the eyes of the smaller boy, with an evil grin, meant for unpleasant and disturbing purposes.

"Well, this may be the last time I can get pay back, if you actually manage to pass the academy, this time. So… You… you took my little girl's eyesight. Now, she doesn't have her eyes. You know what they say, right?" He waited and the boy shook his head, as a negative. "Well, ya friggin' monster, as they say… an eye for an eye." And, with that being said, the man pierced the Kunai though the boy's eye, wriggling it from side to side and up and down, trying to make sure the 'demon brat' would become blind and suffer as much as he'd put everyone else through – also showing no sign of studying anatomy. Muttering a small, 'It's not enough', he pulled his weapon out of the boy's left eye and plunged it into the boy's right eye, mimicking his previous actions. For the boy, everything went black. Not as in 'the room's getting dark, but I'll adjust in a second' or 'I'll just close my eyes for a long blink.' No, he couldn't see at all. It was more like 'OMG! I'M ALL ALONE, UPSTAIRS IN MY HOME, AND THE LIGHT JUST FUCKING WENT OUT. Just give me a few more seconds alone and I'll tumble down the stairs, crashing to my own demise!" It was like the darkness was engulfing him or wrapping him in a tight warm embrace. He didn't know why, but he didn't feel as scared as when he first understood he was blinded or even when he could see. At least, now, he could act oblivious. He'd only notice the pain and strikes as soon as they'd come into contact with him. He wouldn't have to wait in fear, as the known slowly crept forward and attacked. He wouldn't face his nightmare face first, because there wouldn't be a nightmare. He couldn't see it, therefore it wasn't real. It's like how an ostrich ducks its head under the ground, in the hopes that 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' is true. He was totally and utterly ignorant for what was to come.

For a while, he felt the pain everywhere, but it didn't hurt as much as when he saw it. It's like, seeing the pain triggers the brain into knowing you've been hurt. At least that's how it felt. Now that the boy thought about it, he realised that it was only when he saw the wound and blood that it actually started to hurt. He realised that maybe not having his eyesight was better. His other senses were also heightened. His sense of smell got better – as demonstrated by the stronger odour of alcohol, sweat and perfumes. His taste got better – as he tasted the perfume lingering in the air and the alcoholic breaths seeping out of many mouths. He could feel the wounds inflicted upon his body, but not as harsh, and the subtle touches of skin against his own, varying from soft and smooth to rough and hard. Lastly, he could hear many different sounds combining into one; the undeniable clinking of weapons as they were removed from pouches without concern or care. One sound that actually made him happy, though, was the unmistakeable sound of scurrying feet. The main piece of information about this, which made the boy so happy, was the fact that they were getting quieter and quieter, as they move away.

Finally, The boy thought, now I can go… to sleep. With that last thought on his mind, the boy fell into a deep slumber, unbeknownst of what was to come of him.

The next thing he realises is that he's in a sewer. That's great – Just great. The mother-fuckers left me in a sewer to die. Wait! I can see! I can fucking see! How's it even- He cut his thoughts of, as soon as he realises he still doesn't know where he is. Slowly examining the area, he noticed almost all surfaces to be red. The walls were red. The strange doors are red. Even the shallow water he was now sitting in was red. Or, was that the floor? WHAT THE FUCK?! What water?! It was only then that the boy became aware of the apparent soaking of his torn trousers. (A/N: Yes, it's not chakra or some other shit. At least not where he is… It's just water.)

"Damn my life. Damn my luck… curse you all, you stupid fuckers!" He stood up out of the warm water and patted down the back and front of his trousers, trying to rid himself of the muck and wetness, which was obviously in vain. Deciding to venture into the 'sewers', he travelled to the closest door. He reached out and dragged the handle down, only to behold his most recent beating from third person view. He didn't know what was happening and was confused. He wanted to look away, but couldn't get himself to. Half of him wanted to observe what happened and see it with his own eyes (A/N: Well, his mind's eyes, but meh… OMG! One second… *Ahem* SPOILER ALERT! LOL), whereas his other half wanted to slam the door and block it with everything and anything he could find. Not being able to look away, he continued to watch in fascination and disgust, as he – as a little blind boy – was beaten and left for dead. Just as the memory was set to start again, a rumbling, but calm voice echoed throughout the sewage tunnels.

Follow my voice and join me… Hurry! We don't have much time!

The boy didn't understand, but he didn't feel threatened by this voice. He followed where the voice was coming from, passing by door after door.

That's it. Keep walking. You're almost there.

"W-who are you?" He asked, once he stood, admiring the gigantic cage, with giant red eyes occupying it.

I am the Kyuubi no Kitsune. Much to the little boy's surprise, a massive fox came into view. The fox sighed, in defeat, and mumbled the next words, which was not really a mumble, as his normal voice was a bellow. This is going to take some explaining.

The boy walked up to the bars of the cage and lifted his arms up to hold them. Poking his head through a gap in the bars, he said, "So? Where is this place?"

This is in your mindscape. Just as the boy was opening his mouth, no doubt about to ask an onslaught of questions, 'Kyuubi' began to speak again. Do you know of the attack on Konoha, on the exact day you were born? The boy nodded, but not without uncertainty. Well, it was me who attacked Konoha, but not willingly. You see, do you know of the Uchihas? Again, the boy nods. Well their Dojutsu is one of the best. The Sharingan originated from the Dojutsu called the Rinnegan, along with the Byakugan. The Sharingan is known for its genjutsu qualities. This is the eye that controlled me on that fateful night. The man, who wielded it, claimed to be Madara Uchiha. But, he wasn't alone. He was with a man, who wore an orange mask. Madara was with Obito Uchiha – a man who is thought to have died and is originally from Konoha. I know that this explanation most likely won't grant me forgiveness, but I just thought at least one person should know. What you do with this information is entirely up to you. Also, the fourth didn't kill me, as that's impossible. Instead, he sealed me into a new born baby. That baby is you… but, for now, I need to save your sorry ass. At the boy's confused look, he clarifies. (A/N: And yes! Kyuubi or Kurama or whatever IS male! And maybe, just maybe, I ABSOLUTELY HATE the 'Oh, hey! I'm Kyuubi and I'm female. Let's fuck 'coz I'm one of the biggest sluts around' idea. No offence, fellow bitches.) Well, have you ever noticed how you heal unnaturally fast? Well, that's half to do with you, seeing as though you're an Uzumaki, and half to do with me. After all, what would I be, with a dead container? Also, I've already started healing you. There was silence for a while, until the boy finally spoke.

"So, you're sealed inside of me?" he asks and receives a nod from Kyuubi. "Well, that explains why almost everyone hates me, huh? Oh well, their loss." He gave a goofy grin, making the Kyuubi chuckle.

So… Kit, do you trust me? He was given a nod in return and a small, almost incomprehensible, 'yes.'

"But… what should I call you?" At this, Kyuubi makes an unintelligent and undignified 'huh?' sound. "Well, what's your name? Kyuubi is just your title, isn't it? I mean who would be so horrible as to name someone nine-tails? That's just wrong." As soon as the boy finished, Kyuubi's laughter flowed out.

Kurama. My name is Kurama.

"Okay, Kurama. Well, my name is Naruto."

Trust me, Kit. I will make you strong. I will release your true strength. With that being said, Kurama's tails reach out to Naruto. The tip of the first tail is lightly placed against the boy's forehead. He could feel information flowing into him. As soon as he heard a lock of one the doors (from the tunnels) click and slam open, even more information came flying his way. Then, suddenly, it stopped. The tip of the second tail planted itself firmly on the boy's chest. Unexpectedly, what seemed like all of the heat in his body went speeding to his heart. He'd never felt this before, but it felt nice – his heart was warm with love. He felt like it gave him power – like he could do anything if he tried. He felt happy, loved… alive. The tip of the third tail went to the boy's stomach. He didn't know what this was supposed to do, until, out of the blue, he felt (A/N: the need to pee! Haha, sorry, couldn't help myself) strong, almost invincible. It was like the last time, but different, all at the same time. He became aware of the belief that he could stand up to anyone, but he didn't feel supreme at all. He began to wonder what was happening when everything stopped, but didn't inquire. He didn't need to, because he saw all nine of Kurama's tails going straight to his forehead. For some strange reason, as soon as they connected to his skin, he began to feel his body change. His muscles twitched and knowledge of his 'nonexistent' clans flowed into his mind. This was a day he surely wouldn't forget. With out warning, an ice-blue light shone from his forehead, as he felt as if many lines and curves had be carved into his forehead. It hurt, to say the least. When all of the pain subsided, Naruto stood and looked into the sorry eyes of Kurama.

Naruto… He started, but couldn't get himself to tell the boy.

"Yes, Kurama?" He asked so innocently, it almost broke the 'demon's' heart.

I… I… I can't heal your eyes… so you'll probably never be able to see again. And… there are too many wounds for me to focus on healing all of them or even the serious ones. I'm afraid that, if you want to survive, you'll have to merge with me, which will cause those fucktard villagers to hate you even more.

"It's okay. I'm supposedly stronger, now. Let them hate me. I don't mind." He gave the large fox his renowned grin, reassuring the giant animal. Right before the boy's eyes, the fox slowly shrank and transformed into a beautiful and elegant man. His silky, flowing red hair cut off around his waist and his stunning crimson slit eyes not looking away from his own. He was wearing a silk black kimono, with a single ruby-coloured rose decorating the left shoulder and petals flowing gracefully around, adorning the rest of the garment, while the emerald green spiked stalk of the rose travelled down the left sleeve in an intricate pattern. The petals were drifting down to the bottom of the kimono, where what looks to be a pool of blood surrounded the base, as they turned into water, dripping and joining in with the red liquid. His right (A/N: At least from Naruto's POV… sorry for interrupting… I get confused by this shit) shoulder was exposed to the air, as the clothing clung to his delightfully toned upper arm, showing an attractive toned chest. Finishing his outfit off was a gold, thin obi and a pair of golden sandals.

The man slowly began to walk to the front of his confinement, as he elevated his arm, so it was parallel with the floor. Seeing what the alluring man was gesturing, Naruto reached his hand forward. Just before both of their palms connected, Kurama said, 'It will hurt, but you need to survive.' True to his word, as soon as Naruto places his hand on Kurama's, the feeling of immense pressure and pain bombards his frame. The pain was excruciating – like nothing he'd ever felt before – as it stabbed him in jolts all over his body, simultaneously. It was almost unbearable for the boy, making him drop to the floor. The key word was 'almost'. He managed to tolerate the pain, because, at least now, he knew he wasn't a demon (yet), he had the right to live, and one person, or animal or being – Kurama – wanted him to live. Soon, the surge of power ended and he lay on the ground, unconscious and exhausted.