I hate them, I hate every single last one of them, especially the old man, I hate him the most with his false smiles and deceptive lies.

I'm not an idiot, I don't know exactly why everyone in Konoha hates me but I do know it has to do with the Kyuubi, which I assume has something to do with my ungodly stamina and chakra. I had long ago realised that sleep was a luxury for me and not a necessity, that was how I survived when I was younger I kept moving never staying in the same place I learned to read and write by hiding outside classrooms at the civilian schools.

The old man sent me to the academy to learn to be one of his ninja at the age of eight, to be a mindless weapon for Konoha, to be the shield that they sacrifice to protect them from the storm.

And learn I did every moment of every day I trained and studied not a moment of any day was wasted, I had no friends to play with and nobody that cared for me except the old man.

I loved him then, more than anything and anyone, I loved him far more than myself I would have died for him in an instant, the only person who had ever shown me kindness.

Everything I did I did it to impress that old man to see him smile at me, one day after showing him what chakra control I had learned after breaking into the library every night and training he mentioned that my father would be proud of me, and that stopped me cold.

I immediately gathered two important pieces of information from that sentence first either my mother wouldn't be proud of me, or more likely she was alive and hated me for whatever reason everyone else hates me and second that the old man who had told me I was an unknown orphan had just admitted to knowing at the very least my father.

And so it was that in just one seven worded sentence he had destroyed my world because my world was Sarutobi-jiji my world was based on the fact that I had someone who didn't hate me, who didn't beat me, who didn't rob me and most of all who didn't lie to me. That day was the day my innocence died, that day was the day I truly learned to hate and I hated him.

Looking up at the old man my voice turned cold and my eyes once filled with love and admiration for the man in front of me hardened with hate.

"Who was he old man?"

The startled face of the hokage peered down at me shock lined his features as he realised what he had just said and furthermore what I had just said, giving me a sorrowful smile he replied "I'm sorry Naruto but I cant tell you that yet"

Instead of whining or screaming, begging or pleading with the old man I asked perhaps the single most important question of my life so far "Why?"

Looking at me once more with that sad smile he said " I just told you Naruto I cant tell you that yet."

"I realise this and I did not ask you to tell me I asked why you could not."

Ahhh he mused "Well in that case the answer would be because you are not ready"

Looking at him with an incredulous face "I am not yet ready to learn who my father was?"

He gave a solemn nod and I continued my train of thought "I am not yet ready to learn who my father was, even though every other child in this village has learned of theirs the day they were born?"

"Am I that much more incapable than a new born old man?"

Before he could answer I asked "Why does everyone hate me? I asked you once before and you evaded the question I took that to mean you didnt know and because it seemed to upset you I didn't push you on it because I loved you. Tell me now why do you and everyone else in this village hate me? Should a criminal not at least learn of his crimes so that he may atone?

The old man looked at me his features marred with shock "I don't hate you Naruto"

"No?" I asked "Instead you lie to me about my family and refuse to tell me why I am hated, If I knew perhaps I could change perhaps I could find someone who doesn't hate me and I wouldn't be alone."

"Naruto" he said more forcefully "You are not yet ready to learn the answer to these questions."

Before he could finish I was walking out of his office, stopping just before the door I raised my voice loud enough to be heard from across the room "Know this, I hate you, I hate you more than I hate anyone else and I hate everyone else too" and then using one of they more imaginative curses that had been spat at me as I walked down the road "May your death be filled with pain and last years" walking out of the Hokages tower I then ran to the forest as fast as I could, when I was an hour or so in I stopped.

And decided that I needed to re-evaluate my life.

I owned nothing and had no-one, I lived a life of isolation with sporadic and violent moments of hate thrown in. I was not allowed to leave the village, I had tried that several times before I met the old man.

But I thought, I wasn't a ninja then.

My goal was chosen, a simple goal but one that for the near future would be impossible to succeed in my goal was to get strong enough to kill any that try and stop me from leaving the village.