AN: Hey! I know no one reads these so... what ever... the cake and tacos are planning a mass takeover of the world, if you read this and tell me in your reveiw what the cake and tacos are planning then I might put you in the story or give you a cookie...

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

A five year old Naruto sat in an alleyway, crying. Why was he crying? Well that's simple, the villagers had hurt him. AGAIN. This time though, it wasn't physical torture that they had put him through. Nope. Instead they got all of his preacious items, like the picture of the Sandaime Hokage and himself eating ramen with one of the A.N.B.U. who had looked after Naruto for as long as he could remember, and burnt it all while he struggled to get free of the people holding him so he could save those precious items. He watched as they bruned and wished someone would help him.
The reason that Tori, the A.N.B.U. in the picture, could not help our poor blonde, was the fact that today was October 10th. The anniversary of the Kyuubi's attack on the village and the day where the crowd control would need every ninja on duty to be in the festival area. This day was also one of the days Naruto dreaded most. His birthday. As far back as he could think, the villagers had always been cruel to the blonde, on this day the most.
Every October 10th was filled with pain and hurt. There was to be no happiness for Naruto on this day as he watched the fire of a Katon jutsu, which had been what was used to burn the items, smolder out and die. Nothing was left of the items bar the ashes. Naruto stopped struggling and slummped to the ground. The people who had been holding him laughed and released him, allowing him to fall to the ground before kicking dirt in his face and walking away, chattering about how "the demon brat had got what it deserved."
Naruto sat up and leaned back against a near-by wall. He pulled his knee's up to his chest, and began sobbing quietly knowing that if he openly cried, the villagers would return and beat him. "Why?" he cried into his arm's, "Why do they hate me so much? Why do I have to go through this? How much longer will I have to live like this untill I finally die? Why can't I just die?!" Unknown to many, Naruto had tried more than once to kill himself in a desperate act of wanting to just die and be done with life. However, the Shinigami and Kami had other ideas apparently, and didn't let him die. He always seemed to live, no matter how much blood he lost, how great the height he jumpped from, no matter how deeply he stabbed himself. He just couldn't seem to die.
One time, the villagers had seen him try to kill himself and had egged him on. They had given him poisons to see if they would kill him, which he gladly drank, even saying thank you to them. They had offered him weapons to stab himself with, and even showed him places to jump from! At his insistance, they had tried many sure kill jutsu and yet he still did not die. Eventually, they began to think he was making fun of them, getting their hopes up and then dashing them. They then went back to their old methods or torture.

Shoes on pavement were heard and Naruto ceased his sobbing to curl into an even smaller ball. Voices began to flit through the sounds of festivities. "I'm telling you! I heard someone or somthing crying! Zakuro scried it! She could hear him or her, but couldn't see them. It was in this direction." a voice chirrped out aggitatedly.
"Very well we'll keep searching, however Hana, will you chant a light spell for us? It's very dark." a second voice sighed.

Footsteps were heard closing in on the poor blonde. He chocked back a sob so they could not hear him. A flash of light blinded him.
"OH! See, I told you there was someone crying! Told you! There he is!" the first voice chirrped happily.

"Ok, ok, we belive you Yuuki, so stop shouting. I think you scared him, he's shaking." the second voice chidded, then the owner of the voice turned to him, "Hello, I'm sorry if Yuuki scared you. My name is Nanali (not from Code Geass), what is your name and where are your parents?"

Naruto continued shaking and did not respond. This seemed to aggravate one of the people standing there.

Oi! Teme, we asked you somthing! What's your name and where are your parents brat?!" a voice shouted. Naruto sunk down some more and a whimper escaped him. He began remembering all of the names the villagers had called him,

Flashback:
"Demon! Go die!"
"Look, it's the Kyuubi, we should kill it."
"Bakemono! It'd be better for us all if you just dissapered!"
"Go away loser!!"
"Get away from my children you monster!"
End Flashback

Naruto let out another whimper as the voice shouted again.

"Gaki! Answer me! What's your name and where are your parents you stupid kid?!" the voice shouted.

Naruto began crying, and he flinched as a hand came near him. He knew it, they were like all the others, they were going to hurt him. The hand touched his forehead and he whimpered again, before feeling a warm light raidiate from the hand and he slipped into blissful sleep.

A person picked him up while he slept. "This boy is way too light, he is emaciated, underweight and dehydrated. We should see the leader of this village and confront them about this," a new voice said. There was a chorus of agreements and then six figures could be seen holding a boy and speeding towards the Hokage tower.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
AN: This is what I hope to be, the start of a good story, the idea belonged to Kafaru origionaly and then I got permisson to use it. Chapter 2 is coming up. If you have a prefrence as to who you think Naruto should be paired up with then review with your choice and give a reason. Laters!
-Siren