Kagome Kagome

10 undying children have been through such horrible things, terrible things. Will you listen to their stories? Semi-based on the song Kagome Kagome by the vocaloids.

Chapter One: Naruto

Can't say my childhood so far has been a happy one. Heh, can't say I've ever really been happy before I came to this orphanage, and now...this happens. Great. Well, I think I'll tell you my story, or how I finally got here.

I was born in a rather large village with a demon sealed inside me. No one knew who my parents were, and no one really cared. I was the demon brat, who no one had any use for, except for the occasional punching bag. I have now idea how I got to age six. It may be just dumb luck.

Because the parents didn't like me, I didn't have any friends. No one wanted me around. I tried and tried, but no matter what I did, no one liked me. After a while, the villagers thought I was old enough to have stones thrown at me. I'd walk home with bruises all over, back to an empty home where my solitude and isolation were complete.

The quiet was where I lived. Everyone else had huge, happy families, and I was left alone. No one to hold me. No one to comfort me. No one was there to help me. I was always so alone. Alone is the worst thing. The monster will chew you up and spit you out into a thousand little pieces, and then put you in the blender and soon you'd be nothing more than a pile of goo, to be thrown into a container. Its an empty existence.

I hated the silence where I'd patch up my stitches. I got some money from the village so I could live, but it was so sparse that I was living off ramen, not that I minded that part. I love ramen. It was one of the few things in life I enjoy.

Every once in a while, I saw a raven haired boy like me, who had no family to pick him up. I enrolled in ninja school, so that maybe if I started to protect the village, that just maybe, people would like me. Perhaps, for once, someone would care about what I did, what I said. So did the same raven haired boy. That's when I learned we were very different.

He was the cool guy, the one all the girls swooned over. I thought that maybe, if I became as good as him, maybe one of them would notice me, that I'd have some friends. Empty hopes, empty homes, empty everything. Empty consumes, and we are all dragged into a personal hell, where we don't matter. I kind of...pity the boy though. He may have the people around him, but they are empty adoration givers. I think he knew that too, and that's why he was so aloof, and had to stay in school longer than other students had to. I was there longer because I was a screw-up. Not that anyone cared. I tried to pull pranks to get attention, but the only attention I got was malicious stares of people, before they left me alone.

Then...when I was twelve, I was denied for a third time for being a ninja. My teacher Mizuki told me about a secret scroll in the Hokage's office that would allow me to become a ninja.

I wanted so much to be a ninja, so I snuck into the house and took the scroll, to learn ninjutsu. After a while, my hard-headed teacher, Iruka found me, studying my ass off. I had managed to learn one technique though.

Then Mizuki attacked, and he started saying things. About how much everyone hated me because I was a demon, about how Iruka only deemed fit to look upon me with pity. How everyone wanted me dead. I was so angry at them for not telling me. About how Iruka only pitied me. I was so upset, I didn't see Mizuki coming at me with a giant shuriken, until Iruka blocked it. He told me to run, so I did, because Iruka would follow, as well as Mizuki. Iruka hit Mizuki disguised as Iruka. Then Iruka, who was losing strength and blood talked about how he hated the fox, but not me. Even though I was the vessel for such a thing, he still believed I was...good.

I jumped into the fight, using my new multiple shadow jutsu to beat Mizuki to a bloodied pulp. I looked over to Iruka, who was smiling sadly. We went out for ramen, and I got his headband.

The next day, I got called to the Hokage's office, where I was told I was being sent to a place in the woods, for children like me. I asked what that meant, but he wouldn't answer. That's when I came to this place, this sort of horror fun house.