Note from Alice:
Ok guys, whoever doesn't know yet, this is my first fan-fic that made it as far as the net. I made a few grammar checks and fixed some stuff so it should be easier to read. Enjoy and, if you can, review!
My name is Uzumaki Naruto. I'm 25 and I'm a teacher in Konoha High. Ah, if only it could be that simple. You see, even though I'm here, I don't exist as Naruto anymore. The name that I use is Takahiro Yuuto. It's a completely fake name, along with the background. But this is needed. Why, you ask? Where should I start...
Oh, how about this?
The whole 'Getting-Sasuke-Back' thing didn't go as I planned. No, I don't mean Sasuke got away. He was actually coming back with us, bruised and limping from the beating me and Sakura gave him (yes I know, it's hard to believe but team-work can go a long way). Anyway, before we could flee, a thick cloud of smoke surrounded us and before I knew it, I was face-to-face with Orochimaru. If you're thinking I was still at the battle field, you're terribly wrong. Before I could open my mouth, I was chained and locked away in a cell.
Too shocked, I only came to after what seemed to be an eternity. And even then I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I knew I was captured. I knew who captured me. I couldn't figure out why! I sat in the cell for a very long time. My stomach grumbled but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get free. It felt like days before the door of my prison was thrown open, however, what I saw only made me wish I was dead.
Everything was a blur after that. I know Orochimaru experimented on me some, probably trying to get Kyuubi out of me. He never succeeded but he was persistent. The setback was that it hurt like hell! I know that I was constantly screaming when I was on the operation table (or the torture table if you like), which was most of the time. The only time I got off was for food and to use the bathroom, the whole bathroom, meaning the bathtub too. I was always covered in blood and it didn't help my shrinking body.
By 'shrinking' I mean just that. I only got to eat as much as was necessary for me to stay alive. It wasn't enough to give me strength to break every freaking bone in Orochimaru's body, or to keep me in shape for that matter. It wasn't before-long that I looked like a walking stick but to be fair, I still had an ok body. And what-do-you-know, guess who realized that too? Orochimaru, that's who.
That's when I started screaming permanently while the old perverted asshole was around. If you think that's sick, get a load of this! He kept me captive for 9 fucking years! I knew that much only thanks to Kabuto's constant rambling. He could talk too damn much but unfortunately, I couldn't shut him up. Not because I was afraid but because I couldn't talk. Screaming non-stop does that to you and since Orochimaru liked the quiet, Kabuto wouldn't fix my throat.
It should have disturbed me more than it did, the fact that I was still in Orochimaru's hideout, but being here for so long made me lose all hope of getting to see the faces of my friends and loved one. Why haven't they come for me? Had something happened? Were they safe? Were they even looking for me? As I lay on the bed and pounder, I can't help but shake at the thought of being abandoned. I feel the bed dip, signalizing the return of the old fart. Seconds later and his arms are all over me, he was hovering above me with that god-damned evil smirk of his.
"I know you're thinking about your friends again," he spat the word as if it was acid, "But it's too late now," her chuckled and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You're mine,". At that moment something snapped inside of me, something that should have never snapped. When I came to, I was in a forest, drenched with blood.
I don't know how I did it but I managed to find a small village. I befriended quite a powerful man that got me a place to stay and helped me get on my feet. After I got my voice back (which sounded weak even now) I told him my story (leaving out the intimate parts) and he decided to help me get back to Konoha. I thought it over again as I was cleaning myself one evening, the stench of blood still clang to me like second skin. Did I want to go back? Yes, I did. But how would I face everyone? What will I say? What if they did leave me to die? I cried that night for a long time. When I climbed out of the tub, the water was already cold.
The following day I asked Nobu, the man that took care of me, if he could make a fake profile for me. A new name, a new past, a different present and a different face. I knew for a fact that the last part was the easiest. All that time underground has made my skin pale and, whatever that disgusting pervert did, my whisker marks were gone. My eyes had lost its radiance and my hair reached my waist. I could barely smile, could barely talk lout enough. It seemed that all my colors were washed away, leaving behind something pale and new.
A week later, me, Nobu and some of his subordinates were making our way to Konoha. Surprisingly it wasn't that far, it only took us two days by horses. I started getting jumpy as we neared the gate and Nobu patted me on the shoulder, "Relax, everything's gonna be alright as long as you remember who you are now," he reassured me. I gulped and let out a nervous laugh, "Who am I again?". He hit me lightly on the head and sighed, "You are Yuuto Takahiro, 22, single, a teacher at your previous residence and you hate (here he glared at me) ramen,". I pouted and crossed my arms. He just had to say it, didn't he? He laughed and ruffled my hair, messing up my pony-tail.
We reached the gate and the 'big guys' started talking. I was still trying to tie my hair when Nobu yelled for me to get off the horse and walk. Getting annoyed with the stupid ribbon, I started climbing off while still fumbling with it. Not the brightest idea. My foot got caught in the saddle and I went tumbling down face-first to the ground. I let out a yelp and then a muffled 'oaf' as my face collided with a chest while strong arms wrapped themselves around my small waist. Instantly, I knew that it wasn't anyone from our little group. I tried not to stiffen as the person that held me pulled me completely off the horse and set me on the ground. I lifted my face to thank him and froze.