Okay so this is my first story ever!!!! *does a happy dance* this is my first attempt so try to be nice but I also want to know what you guys think. I don't know if this is a good idea so you'll have to help me out.

This story is un-betad so it may not turn out so well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything that you recognize!

On with the first chapter!!!

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A small boy entered the street silently, hoping that no one was awake to notice him. When he saw that no one was around, that everyone had gone to sleep for the night, he moved swiftly to his small home.

As he ran, his blonde hair flowed behind him. His piercing blue eyes darted around, making sure his road was clear. He looked to be about three or four, but he was really six years old. Because of all the malnutrition he had somehow survived through, he was now very short for his age and very thin. It was proof of his hard life.

His clothes were more like rags and his shoes were old and worn. As he made it to his destination, he climbed the stairs to his apartment and was about to take out his key to open the door when he noticed it was already open. Cautiously, he went into the tiny apartment and looked around for a clue as to whether or not the person responsible was still around.

When he finished his search of the house, he looked at the damage this time. His refrigerator was empty even though he had just gone shopping yesterday, his furniture ruined, his windows were broken, the few possessions he owned that he hadn't bothered to hide were scattered on the floor, most broken.

And the walls. Written on the walls were words and phrases he was very familiar with and hated more than the people responsible them.

Demon!

Monster!

Hell Spawn!

Why won't you just rot in hell!?

MURDERER!!!!

The boy sighed, his eyes dull, as he moved to clean up the mess, careful to get everything before finally going to bed.

He didn't know why the people of the village hated him so much, but he knew that it didn't matter what he did. They would never stop hating him.

But it wasn't the hate that bothered him the most, or even the beatings. No….what he hated more than any of that was when they ignored him. It was as if he wasn't even there. They wouldn't look at him or even glare at him. There were no hurtful words or beatings, but he would rather have them, because then he knew he existed.

So he started playing pranks. It got them to look at him, even if it was to sneer at him. When he saw them looking at him, he was relieved. He wasn't invisible, or dead. They were looking at him.

As he drifted off to sleep, he looked out his broken window at the full moon. He smiled slightly at his only companion and finally drifted off to sleep. His dreams full of pain and loneliness and pain.

But what could you expect from someone who has never known love? Or even happiness? Someone who has never known what it's like to have parents or friends?

That was the life that Naruto Uzumaki lived and that was the only way he knew how to live.

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So what do you guys think? Should I continue?

Please no flames, but constructive criticism is welcome! I need to know if I'm a crappy writer or if there's hope!

Thank you. Please review!