I never knew much about my parents. No one ever told me. No one ever talked to me. But they did talk about me. That I was a demon, that I would eventually destroy the entire village, that I couldn't be trusted. But none of those things were true. It wasn't me who would destroy the village or couldn't be trusted; it was the Kyuubi inside me. The old man once told me that a lot of people didn't see what was on the inside; they only saw what was labeled on the outside. And that's what I thought for a long time, until today.
It started out like any normal day: school. Iruka-sensei was always hard on me, sometimes a little too hard. As usual, Sakura-chan and Ino burst through the door, one swearing she was here before the other, then practically drooling all over Sasuke. Of course, no one paid attention to me, no one ever did, which was why I pulled pranks.
But today I just didn't have the usual energy I normally had. It felt like something would happen, something awful, but I couldn't figure out what. Just like when the clouds are dark and you're sure it's about to rain, but, instead, the sun comes out.
After awhile of nothing eventful happening, the others started to look at me. I didn't really care at this point. But then Sasuke had to open his big mouth, "Aren't you gonna do something, Naruto?"
And the room was silent.
I felt like jumping into a hole and never coming out again. I sunk back in my chair. Everyone continued to stare at me, obviously oblivious to my feelings. Then a wave of unexpected anger rushed over me, and I lashed back, "What do you want?"
Everyone seemed taken aback.
"Aren't you the type who pulls pranks every two seconds?" Kiba sarcastically stated and everyone laughed.
They were laughing at me. I started to feel more and more rebellious anger well up inside me.
"Don't go near him."
"He's a monster."
"He should be killed right now, before he destroys the entire village."
Killed? Heat began to burn the palms of my hands. I pulled them to my face and saw splinters covering them. Some blood dripped from them and onto the wood table in front of me. The others started to back away, all except for one.
Her face was as red as a beet and her eyes shone like tan crystals. She gasped when she saw the dark red liquid drip onto the table and I began to think of her like the others: another coward who talks behind other people's backs.
But instead of running away, she came closer and pulled a cloth out of her pocket, wiping the blood away. I just sat dumbfounded, letting her lift my hands to clean them. "I'm sorry I didn't stop them sooner," she whispered to me in a voice as small as a church mouse's, "They really aren't that bad once you get to know them."
And there was silence again.
Suddenly, the door flung open and Iruka-sensei walked into the terrible scene. There was a moment of suspense before he suddenly blurted out, "What's going on?!"
No one had enough courage to answer. Loud laughter came from the classroom next to ours. A soft creak sounded and Iruka suddenly appeared next to us. I snapped back to reality and jerked my hands away from hers; she let them go freely. "G-Gomen nasai, Iruka-sensei." And she backed away, fidgeting with her fingers. "Sumimasen!" she suddenly blurted out and ran out the door. I just looked after her.
"Let me talk to you, Naruto." And I knew this was going to be a usual "parent talk" that Iruka-sensei commonly gave me. "The rest of you practice the Kage Bunshin Jutsu." Before I knew it, I was right outside the old man's door.
Note: gomen nasai= sorry, sumimasen= forgive me, Kage Bunshin Jutsu= shadow clone jutsu
A/N: Please review! The words in japanese are above with their translations. This is a new story, finally not in that weird pov i did w/ my other stories. Hope u like and keep reading! -SleepyFox