Naruto Uzumaki, a boy with no one, a boy with something, but no one. Why was he alone? Why Him? Why? No one cares. They all hate him. Why him? What did he do? No, not him. Something else. Why did they mark him? Why? Who put the seal there? Why? Why him?
Because he was different. They marked him. They held him down, and strapped him to a table. One by one, perhaps it was fun, but one by one the marked his face… a scar, not whiskers, but a tainting mark that forever dubbed him… Demon. The End