It was pouring down rain outside a small rundown apartment. Inside sat a young girl of about six years old. She has sunshine blonde hair caked in blood and ocean blue eyes. Her clothes are tattered barely covering anything. Blood covered her right side, along with a missing arm on the same side.
The arm was cut off earlier that day and was completely healed up about an hour ago only thanks to the Kyuubi. A mob of villagers had attacked her and cut it clean off. They left quickly after that to scurry back to their homes before the rain started. That left her there with no help from anyone, in the rain she crawled back home with a single good arm and the other bleeding out but slowly healing.
She could only stare at it and cry. Her arm was cut off and her dreams of ever becoming the Hokage are completely dashed. Naruto was no idiot, she knew that ninja that are missing arm are forcibly retired. Kids without arms are not even allowed into the ninja academy.
Her crying turned into loud sobs and as if in resonance with her the rain poured down harder like marching soldiers. She sniffled and rubbed her nose, "I want my arm back."
That night she cried herself to sleep. She was restless through the night in part to her hard and used mattress and her experience the previous day. When she woke up she only felt empty and tried to grab stuff with an arm that wasn't there.
Today was the day of her academy ceremony and the day she would be kicked out. Unless...Naruto had a sudden thought, what if she had a fake arm? She knew that it wasn't possible to make a moving one but no one would notice if she became a good shinobi by using her kicks and flips. In her closet was a big doll, as big as her. She could take the arm off of that and tie it to her own stump.
Naruto was quick to rip the arm off and use an excessive amount of gauze and tape to get it to stay on her arm. With her spirits risen a little she tore the rags off and put on her freshest clothes. It consisted on an orange top with a red swirl and gray shorts, and to hide the fake arm she threw on a large and puffy jacket. The fake arm weighed way less than her actual arm and her balance was still shot, so her solution was to tie rice bags to it until it felt the same.
Before she shot out the door to race to the opening ceremony, she grabbed paper and a few pencils and stuffed her fake arm into her pocket. If she wanted to be a real strong shinobi she would need a real moving arm, and she had the brilliant idea to make one for herself. No one would know she even had it until she revealed it.
"This has to be the best, for the best, so it needs to be lightweight and not make any noise like a real arm." Naruto wrote all and anything she wanted on her arm. She didn't even know how to go about doing it, she just knew she was going to do it.
She wrote as she ran, running into a few people who would yell at her and chase her for a bit before giving up. Naruto took a right then a left, then squeezed between two buildings in a short sloppy handwriting was made sloppier as she ran and crashed into things, plus her missing arm was usually her writing arm. How she wrote with the pencil in her mouth was a mystery. The young girl saw the entrance gate and in glee she sped up. She spit the pencil into her hand and crumpled the paper around it then stuffed it into her pocket.
The little girl ran over to the line where a teacher was handing out name tags. She jumped up and down while waiting and ignored the occasional glare a parent would give her.
"Name?" It was just a formality the teacher used as he glared at his most hated person.
"Naruto Uzumaki!" Naruto cheered, remembering to use her left hand to grab the name tag. She ignored his glaring for now in favor of going to sit down for the Hokage's speech.
She sat at the edge of her seat and rocked back and forth a little. Her grin is small but showed her perfect pearly whites. Other students steered clear from seating near her and only did so when there were no other seats. Those that did though heard a weird sound whenever Naruto moved.
As soon as the Hokage started his speech Naruto zoned out. It is boring so she looks around at the other students, and while she did that she wondered if any would be her friends in the future. After that got boring too she sat and thought of stuff she could add to her arm she is going to build.
The Hokage's speech was not long, he knew kids did not like long boring speeches, and they were free to go and meet their teachers and learn what they would be doing that year. Naruto did not have a chance nor did she want to meet her teachers.
"Nice to meet you class, I'm Mitsu, I'll be your teacher for the year. Throughout we will be learning basic education and basic things you will need for being a ninja, like hand signs. Any questions?" Mitsu held a clipboard in her arms and had her name written on the board. She looked around the class and saw no one raise their hands.
Not from lack of trying for little Naruto though. She tried to raise her right arm, and soon after realized it was gone and only a fake one. She looked at her desk and bit her lip to keep the tears from resurfacing. For the rest of the school day her only thoughts are on how she was going to build her arm.
She ignored the insulting comments other kids came up with wanting to insult her like their parents. Those comments were along the lines of "Stupid face!" or "She's so dumb, she can't even write properly!
Later after school, Naruto slowly walked down an abandoned alley way searching for some type of material for her arm. Her searches are unsuccessful but she is not about to just give up. Naruto left the alley and turned into another one. Right when she was leaning over to pick up some wood she heard a loud clang. It sounded like a hammer hitting metal. She noticed that it came from an open window further down and walked over to it. She was too short to see through it though, so to solve her problem a metal garbage can was dragged and flipped over underneath it.
Inside the shop the young blonde could see a man hitting a glowing piece of metal with some type of hammer. He wore a really big helmet and lots of gear that seemed really hot and unnecessary to the six year old. The metal started to change shape in front of her, and Naruto knew this would be her first step to actually making a mechanical arm. So instead of going back home she stood on that trash can and watched the man work well into the night.
Naruto remembered a lot of the stuff he did, from techniques to the equipment he used. An idea in the back of her head kept her going there for the next few months, memorizing how to become a blacksmith without a teacher. This ability to forge metal would help her learn to make her own arm.
Recently in class they have been learning about the body and with that comes learning about nerves. Naruto realized that she would need an arm that would respond to her signals if she wanted a working one again. She had no idea how that was going to happen, and no way to even start brainstorming about it yet.
Today Naruto is cleaning her apartment, she is still getting used to not having an arm but she is coming along. Her fake arm is fooling everyone at the moment, and she intended to keep it that way. The only time she took it off was when she is bathing or it got too uncomfortable. As the little girl is scrubbing the counter, water has already spilled everywhere due to the unstable moving of the bucket she is using. Soap was covering her and just about every surface except for the floor.
From behind her came a snap hiss and she startled, turning to see the hokage holding a big camera pointed at her while smirking. She blushed and yelled, "Hey, what did you do to me?"
"Hmmp...I didn't do anything harmful, just an old man taking pictures," the hokage scratched his bearded chin.
Naruto heard a foreign word and tilted her head in confusion, "Pic-pictures? Hey what are those?"
The hokage chuckled and patted her head while setting the camera off to the side, "Pictures are like memories, except much more clear. Here, pull up a memory of me and you'll find that a camera can capture my visage much better and then make it physical. Do you understand?"
Naruto shook her head, "No, not really. But I'll definitely figure it out!"
The hokage nodded, "I'm sure you will Naruto. I'll see you again, I have to get back to my work."
"Already?" Naruto pouted. "I guess I need to get back to work too. See ya later old man!"
Naruto got back to cleaning her apartment after that, and wiped away all the soap at the hokage's suggestion. Now that everything was down she stood proudly looking over her apartment. After a moment she went over to her dresser and pulled out a towel and a notebook. The young girl then made her way into the bathroom and started a bath. She carefully removed all the gauze and tape around her fake arm and set it down on the toilet seat along with her clothes. After the water filled the tub halfway she got in and put her notebook on the ledge.
Carefully, so as to not get water on it, Naruto wrote down some ideas for a temporary arm that would help with her disguise when they did upper body exercises during class. It wouldn't be able to support any weight but it would make it look like she was. The blonde also realized that for this to work she would need a strong left and great balance. It would be hard and it would take a long time but for now the class was only working on stretches and nothing she couldn't get away with.
Next she flipped to another page, where both of them are covered in a map of konoha. She had several places circled, one is a lake hidden behind a hill and a forest, it was an offshoot of the river that flowed through the village. She had recently found it and was using it to practice swimming with one arm. Another place that was circled was a ramen stand she liked.
The blacksmith was also circled, but with times that the place was vacant. Naruto wrote down midnight to five below the last one and then crossed the top one out. Next to the circle also was a page number, which lead to a few pages full of blacksmith notes she had taken.
Taking a moment to contemplate, tapping the pencil to her lip, Naruto decided, "I'll make my new fake arm tonight!"
Naruto snapped her book shut and threw it onto the toilet seat. The blue eyed child finished her bath in a few minutes. She entered her room and set her alarm clock to eleven that night. She laid down to get some shut eye before her upcoming intrusion.
For right now the chapters will be this length, until I feel like my writing has improved. I hope I can get your help with this as well. So what did you think of the first chapter? I hope you liked it!
Next chapter I'll either have the break in or a small time skip. And then I need ideas for outfits for when Naruto graduates, so send those to me via PM if you can, I will also accept ones in reviews but I would like it the former.