I don't own Naruto
In the dark of night, a young boy is seen running down bare streets, dodging trashcans, and clotheslines, along the way. A stray cat who was leaning against a fence watched as the young boy was cornered in an alley way. The patter of hurried footsteps was heard on the pavement as they echoed through the alley way. Panicked the boy searched for anything to haul him up a low rising wall that rose to his left. He managed to find nothing. As the sounds of footsteps came closer, the young boy furrowed his eye brows in concentration. A minute later he took a deep breath and charged the building wall besides it. He ran as fast as his little legs could go, which for a three year old was pretty fast. He managed to run up the wall and began to flip onto the low rising wall, when he tripped and landed on his stomach onto the low rising wall. He tried to sit up but he just couldn't. It hurt to breathe in so he figured he had broken a couple of ribs. Because of every beating he had endured during his three years of living, if you could even call it that, he had learnt just about all he could at his age about the human body or more specifically the parts on your body to hit and protect in an assault against someone which he was always that someone. For some reason the villagers hated him and tried to actually get rid of him in many different ways, from poison to literally beating the life out of him. As the shouting got louder, he struggled to sit up. He knew that if he didn't get up soon, he was as good as dead. The villagers would have no mercy on him "The Demon of Konoha." They never have and never will. The villagers were almost on him, and he had no choice but to fling himself off the wall and onto the ground. So he did just that and risked injuring himself further. He had no other choice in the matter. It was either die of blood loss or be beaten to death. Either way he was dead. At least this way he might survive long enough to get some assistance. He sure as hell wasn't going to stick around to find out what the other alternative could end in, not in this lifetime at least. He might not be a ninja, but he still had pride and honor. He wasn't some simpleton like the villagers thought he was. At his age he could already read and write well, even though his speech was rather limited, as he had no one but the Hokage to talk to. Which was a rather big problem as the Hokage was a busy man. Now on the ground, he crawled to a blue tarp that was lying beside him to his right. Crawling under, he made sure to position the tarp so that it looked natural, and could still hide his small frame completely and safely. He held his breath in fear as the now angry mob passed by his hiding place, praying that the for once, the villagers wouldn't find him. Luck must have been on his side because the villagers walked away leaving him cold and alone. Making sure no villagers were around, he climbed out of his tarp, and ran like the hounds of hell were behind him. Well it was more like hobbling because of his injuries. Not looking where he was going, he bumped into a young man who looked no older than six-teen years of age. The young man had dark colored skin and a red afro. His dark brown eyes stared down from his considerable height to glare at his small form. Having run into this man had given the villagers time to catch up to the toddler. Grabbing the boy, the villagers proceeded to beat him, hopefully for the last time. The boy could only crouch into a ball and whimper as the villagers beat the hell out of him with just about anything. His vision blurred and although he knew that if he fainted, the villagers could kill him, he was far too tired to even scream for help.
'At least now I can rest in peace away from this horrible place. I won't be beaten everyday,' with that he closed his eyes and gave in to the unconsciousness.
The young man stared as the villagers beat on a little blonde boy.
'He can't be any older than three. This is so messed up. What he ever do to them? I gotta stop this mess now before they kill that boy.'
The young man walked up to the mob and pulled an old man away.
"Just what in hell 're ya doing man. That's a little kid dude!" the young man said. The old man just laughed and answered: That's no child! That's the nine tailed demon fox's reincarnation! We're only doing the right thing by destroying it and saving our children from its dirty clutches!"
"YEAH," screamed the mob.
The young man glared at the senile old man then back at the little boy who by now had fainted from blood loss.
"That little dude, a demon?"
"YEAH!"
"Man ya'll trippin or what? That kid ain't nothing but a kid…"
All of a sudden a red shield formed around the little boy.
" O.K, a kid with demon powers, But still just a kid! How ya'll like it if I bust a cap on your ass and said it was the right thing to do just because you're a senile old man."
"Why you insolent boy! How dare you call me a demon!"
"See, I called you senile not demon, hard of hearing or are you just stupid and for yo info I'm six-teen and capable of busting your ass twenty different ways from my face! Now move over so I can get this little dude away from your scary asses and into a hospital!"
Move one step more and we won't hesitate to hit you! We are too close into our goal of ridding Konoha from this demon! You will not stop us!
"Man move over before I break yo hip you old koot!
The young man moved over to the middle of the mob to pick up the boy, when a stick from nowhere hit him on the head.
"Ya'll making me mad man! Hit me with that wanna be branch again and I'll seriously cap yo ass!"
The young man moved once again toward the little boy when the stick came up and whacked him in the face.
"O.K now I'm mad! Give me that stick!" He wrestled the walking cane from the old man, and then proceeded to whack the old man in the face and rear end. Finishing this he moved to once again pick the child again when the same stick proceeded to whack him once again in the face. This time he was ready and caught the walking stick with his hand igniting it on fire and completely destroying it not even leaving a single ash. The crowd gasped and slowly backed away in fear. Finally the young man reached the boy and managed to pick up him up.