"I've had enough of this shit. I'm leaving this rat-hole and nobody can stop me." A door slammed shut, running footsteps on a wooden floor. A backpack dragged along, a necklace dropped, a kunai driven into a headband. The leaving of a boy who once wanted to become the greatest ninja in his village, maybe even in the world. The leaving of Uzumaki Naruto.
On his way out he bumps into a few people, not caring to look back or apologize. He just keeps running, through small streets, across bridges until he bumps into what seemed like a massive figure. He bumps into the leader of his village, the hokage Tsunade. With a furious look on her face she turns around, ready to punch him into oblivion. "Can't you see where you're running? Are you blind?" she screams in rage. Suddenly she realizes it is Naruto. "God Naruto, look were you're going please." The woman calms down immediately. "Shut the hell up!" was the yelled reply she receives as he ran past her again, heading straight for the gates of the village. "Where are you going?" she yells back at him, not expecting the harsh reaction. "Away, for good!"
Naruto sits slumped against a tree. It's been three days since he ran away, all spent in this forest. Water is running out, as is food. His clothes are filthy and twigs and leaves are stuck in his hair. The results of three nights sleeping in trees. "Running away is harder than it seems" he mutters to himself. Completely drained of energy he gets up, in search of water or food. "Maybe I should go back to the village." He wonders to himself. He'd tell everyone it was a joke, that he'd lost his headband in the woods. His pondering cut of by the sound of cracking branches behind him. He turns around startled at the sound, knowing too well he can't put up a fight in this condition. A chuckling behind a bush, a whisper behind the trees. A figure moves, positioning itself behind the boy. Before he can turn around, the figure makes his move. Naruto is unconscious even before he hit the grassy ground.
"Where am I? What is this place? … ugh…. My head hurts. I can't move. What the hell is this?" The blonde boy wakes up feeling weak and shaky. His knees tremble uncontrollably as he is standing on his toes, his body stretched out. His hands tied above his head with a rope that hangs from the ceiling. Although he is awake, he can't see anything. He is blindfolded. Suddenly, someone slaps him with something in his face. "So, you're finally awake huh?" an unknown but harsh voice asks. "About bloody well time you did, makes torturing you all the more fun." He doesn't get any time to let those words sink in, as the person hits him again with the same object. The stinging pain he feels on his back draws tears from his eyes and forces a scream of pain from his lips. The second hit lands on his shoulder and he is pretty sure there is blood involved this time. He can feel a warm drop sliding over his back. After feeling this, he realizes he is completely naked. "Already bleeding are we?" The same harsh voice again, but now he's sure he heard someone whispering in the background. The man with the harsh voice hits him again, over and over, until his cries of pain are reduced to nothing more than small whimpers and his back is covered in blood. The blood drips down his back, over his legs. "Your turn." Says the harsh-voiced man "But you'll have to be quick, he's about to pass out again." A slight chuckle echoes through the room. "I'll have my go with him." This voice is less harsh but has a stinging sound to it. He hears a door open and close, after that a complete silence. He can only hear his own heartbeat but he's sure the second person hasn't left the room. All of a sudden his presumption becomes fact as two cold hands grab him by his hips and pull him back. He feels his feet bump against what appears to be al little bench. He's forced onto the bench, making him stand in an angle of 90 ° with his feet flat on it. One of the hands force his legs apart and the other grabs his hair, pulling his head back. "That's enough! un" a young man's voice is heard. A small whimper escapes from the blonde boy's lips just as he passes out again.