Well, according to me Itachi hasn't killed the clan yet, and so don't argue with me.
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Yay! Happy Birthday Naruto-chan!
That day. It was that day again, the greatest day in the history of Konoha, the day of mourning and the night of rejoice, a holiday celebrated throughout the village and one in which no one would ever think of disrespecting.
Today was the defeat of the Kyubbi no kitsune, the tenth anniversary of the blessed event.
From sunrise to sunset, the entire village mourned for its losses; the ninjas, old and young, civilians, and most of all the Yondaime himself. As soon as the sunset however, a festival was underway, parties in the streets, massive amounts of alcohol intake, and general good cheer that the kitsune was gone forever.
The older generation knew better however. Uzumaki Naruto was still there, tainting the village, demon that he was.
A couple of men got it in their minds (after who knows how much sake) that they would do everyone a favor, and get rid of the monster before it grew even more.
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"Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday…" A little blonde boy sang quietly in the small apartment he lived in alone and drew himself a cake in the dust.
It was his tenth birthday, and no one was there with him. Sandaime-ji-ji was busy tonight of course, and there was no one else.
He knew he shouldn't risk going out tonight, people were always meaner to him today. But he was bored, and poor little Naruto didn't know what he could do, and he heard the noise of happiness from outside.
He was just going out for a minute. Nothing could happen, right?
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There he was, the little Kyubbi brat, alone and defenseless. It was like Fate knew there plans and decided to help them out by placing there prey in front of them.
With identical smirks, the three moved closer to the boy.
"Hey, what are you doing out tonight, brat. Monsters like you aren't welcome here, they wouldn't want you to ruin everyone else's fun."
To their joy, tears starting running down from his huge, crystal blue eyes, onto the whiskers that adorned his cheeks.
"…I'm…not a…monster…" was all the he said in his misery. He knew however, that it wasn't true, and he really was an awful thing.
A different man came up and leered right into his face. "Don't you lie to us, little freak. You've been a monster since the day you were born.
A voice, seemingly out of nowhere, interrupted at that with an almost deadly soft voice. "I think that it is people like you who take joy in tormenting kids that are the true monsters in this place." A young man stepped down from the top of a tree, and stared at them with the cold, demonic red of the sharingan.
"I-I-Itachi-sama! What are you doing here?"
The man we now know as Itachi glared at the man. "That is not the point. Please leave immediately or I will be forced to kill you."
At this point the tree just ran, stumbling their way back to the bright lights and sounds of the festival. The little boy looked at the ground, afraid to look up at his savior.
The teenager looked at the poor little kitsune, and gave a small, barely perceptible smile and took a package out of his green vest, handing it to the frightened blonde before him.
With a simple, "Happy Birthday, Naruto-kun." He walked off, leaving a shocked demon vessel staring at the retreating back of the raven-haired boy.