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Warning: Very dark and slight description of rape. Nothing graphic in there, but still. Also, I did this on notepad, because Microsoft word isn't working right now,
so there may be some mistakes. Sorry about that.
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He didn't know when it first started. When his thoughts became darker, his shoulders heavier, or his smiles more forced. He can't, for the life of him, remember.
It all just seemed to come together in a dark, dreary blur, and then all he knew was darkness.
"We're so proud of you Naruto!"
"We love you."
"You're our hero!"
Stop it. Please stop it. Just stop.
He didn't know why it hurt so much. He had deflected the insults for years, all cold stares met with a grin. So why now? Why, when the village finally accepted him, did he suddenly start having doubts. It was as if even though they accepted him, he couldn't accept them. He couldn't accept the offer of free food they extended towards him, or the concerned eye sent his way. Because underneath it all, it had to be lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
They had to all be waiting in the background, smile up front, and a knife at their back.
He couldn't, just couldn't accept it.
And so, when they arrived at his doorstep, knives in hand, and smiles crazed, he wasn't the least bit surprised. He wasn't surprised when they tore down his door, and set it ablaze. Because he knew humans. Knew that they all had the ability to hate, but most lacked the ability to forgive.
They bashed his head against the wall, not a cry leaving his mouth. Because why would it? Even if he cried out in pain, no one would hear him scream. And so he stayed silent.
A heavy hand came down on his shoulder, shoving him into the floor, and he felt a knife tear at his pants. Shock ran through him, and he fought to get away. But it seemed that the villagers had bought a shinobi with them, and one quite experienced in the arts of sealing. For, lining his arms, wrapping around him in an almost deadly embrace, was a chakra suppression seal.
He laughed at the sight. He laughed as the villagers took turns with him, and laughed when they dumped him onto the ground.
They left him on the ground of his apartment, blood staining his hair, a small pool gathering around him.
"You should just rot" One spat at him, in the middle of tugging his pants back up. "How many times have we done this?" the man said, crouching down, catching Naruto's chin in his hand, and turning his face to face him.
"How many times have we beat on you, and used you as our own personal toy? I don't remember, and I'd bet you don't either. And yet, every single time, you survive. Why is that?"
Naruto stared blankly back at that man. The villager sneered.
"Heh, I think I know why." The man came down to him, his lips brushing against Naruto's ear. "It's because not even Kami wanted you. Not even Satan himself. So live. Live, a miserable, pathetic life, until the day comes that you have atoned for your sins. Until then, ja ne." And then he left, just like that. Not even a glance back in guilt, or hesitation in his step. He just left, after the backs of his fellow villagers. That, more then anything, made Naruto wan't to curl up, and drown.
Was he not worth even that? The backwards glance it took to acknowledge his existence, or the guilt in their eyes. Just something, anything to tell him that they regretted their actions. That they were thankful to him for saving the village. But they denied him even that.
Naruto dragged himself up off the ground, across the room, and to his bathroom. He needed to get cleaned up. He needed to move, and smile, and laugh. Because that was his job, wasn't it? But, as he made to drag himself off of the floor, a kunai caught his eye. Naruto picked it up, almost reverently. Slowly, he tore at his sleeves, the cloth ripping open to reveal tanned, scarred arms. With the kunai in hand, he dug at his skin. Once, twice, another time, another. At first, there was no blood. Soon however, it bubbled to the surface, ran down to his fingertips, and dripped to the ground.
Naruto took in the sight of his blood, his scarred arms, shredded pants, and laughed. He laughed, because it was all just so funny. No one cared, no one loved him, they all wanted him dead, and maybe the cuts lining his arms would actually accomplish this. He wanted to cry, but he hadn't been able to squeeze a drop in years. And so he laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
To soon though, the blood cut off, retreated back into the wound, and the skin stitched back together, leaving another jagged scar where the seams came together. Naruto wanted to curse at the beast sealed into his gut, but instead just sighed, and went about cleaning himself up.
Really, if tomorrow came at all, he hoped it would be better then today.
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A/N Thanks for reading! Sorry if it's a bit short, but if you like it I'll try to make it longer.
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