Issue 1: The Beginning
Author's note: This is my first fan fiction story so if you criticize me, your going DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just kidding, suckers, anyway please enjoy this Naruto fan fiction. I know, I know, the author's note is supposed to be longer but bare with me, seriously. Where are you going? Come back here!!!!!!!!
A young boy slowly embraces the darkness of the orphanage. He never quite remembered how he got here but rumors tell he was left on the peak of a nearby mountain. A ninja sent on a C ranked mission to collect the mountain sweet berries found him dangling off of a tree branch. As the ninja brought him back to the village hidden in the leaves and decided to drop him off at the village orphanage. He's been there ever since. Throughout the years he noticed he could move fire to his will, but he couldn't totally command it. This weird power was heard to be called ke-ke-gen-ki or something like that, but all the boy knew was a life of misery. The young boy liked to keep to himself and didn't eat much, because he was devising a scheme to escape this living nightmare.
The boy escaped that night. Heart beating like a humming bird's wings, he ran through the thick pines and bristles. The cuts and dripping blood caused by the dense forest didn't stop him, not once. He felt no pain, his mind stuck to escaping, where to go next, and what to do.
"Search for him, he couldn't have gotten far he's only 6." It was the orphanage's leader and she sounded like she was in a bad mood.
He had to run quicker, but his limit was near, he guessed he must have run 2 miles but he still needed to hang on a little longer. They where gaining, twigs cracked while leaves rustled. Like hounds sniffing out their pray they were hunting for the boy.
The boy stumbled and almost fell over but it wasn't anything physical that pushed him, it was something in the back of his mind telling him, leading him to a little cave dug into a boulder. The desire took over he could barley control himself, but the more he thought the more his instincts told him to enter the cave. He gave into them, but a little too late. The genin caught up and trapped him with fire they had in the torches. Like a cornered rat the boy had no where to go, sweat poured down his face, burning the gashes deeply placed on his body.
"Look what we finally caught," taunted one of the genin "a little escapee."
"Nowhere to run now," laughed the second genin
"It's back to the orphanage for you and C rank mission credit for us." Although it seemed impossible to escape the boy still ran. The ego-filled genin forgot they never cut him off on the backside. The inner instincts where still trying to lead the boy to the cave but he stayed away, for now. Besides it was his only option at this point. The small cave wasn't the only thing he had in his mind, the genin who was chasing him were surprisingly strong. They swiftly leaped through the forest, not even snapping a twig as they leapt.
Once again they caught up, but this time they used a fireball justu to trap the boy in extreme heat. This time he had no where to go, no where to run. Salty sweat poured down his face. He was getting angry, very angry. The flames where reacting to his mood, they seemed to grow at his will. Then it happened.
