A jinchuurikis pain chapter 1

A/N: I usually enjoy naruto hurt/comfort fics. So I decided to try writing my own. Hope you enjoy

Summary: Naruto has been living in the village for twelve years. Minato survived the kyuubi experience thanks to the sacrifice of the 3rd. but naruto still feels pain. See why

NARUTO'S Point Of View

I've grown tired of it, sick, and tired of it. The Villagers hateful, an scornful looks, the hazing by the drunks, the shitty big empty mansion, the beatings, being ignored by everyone, all of it.

Hello, my name is Namikaze Naruto. I am the son of the Yondaime hokage, you would this that this tidbit of knowledge would make that entire last chapter impossible right? Wrong. You see, although I don't like to talk about it. I am the jinchuuriki of the kyuubi no kitsune, nine-tailed fox. Otherwise known for short as they kyuubi. I know this because the villagers openly call me the kyuubi brat, one night, when I was four and came home from being ignored, and scolded at the playground for trying to make friends, I asked my near-absentee father what they meant. He openly told me as plain and filled with as little emotion as possible.

"Because you have the kyuubi inside of you."

When my father told me this I continued to ask him what it was and he proceeded to tell me, in between swishes of sake down his gullet, the tale of the night I was born.

At first I was horrified, I asked my father if I was the kyuubi. What a big mistake that was. For that one question brought upon the most hurtful thing anyone, anyone in the village had ever said to me.

"Sometimes I'm not sure" with equally as less emotion as before.

At first, I laughed at this, I figured my father, whom I found out later wasn't always a drinker, was being completely serious. To think, that my own father, whom is the only person I thought loved me, or even cared for me, wasn't sure if I was an evil demon or not.

From that point on I went onwards with my pointless existence, every now and then I would pull a prank or two, maybe paint my name on a couple buildings. Just to get people to talk to me if they saw me on the street. Be they angry villager or not.

By the age of five I determined to myself that I am in fact, a demon. And so therefore I stopped trying to be loved or nurtured, I knew it was never going to happen, so why try. And it's not like I could leave the village, I am the 'honorable' son of the hokage. I had ANBU watching over me 24/7. Whom, I might add are the bane of my existence, had they not intervened in every single beating near the end when I would finally begin to feel the sweet, sweet welcome of death. Unfortunately I couldn't even kill myself, every time I tried kyuubi intervened, drinking bleach, kyuubi chakra coats the liquid and makes me barf it up so it can't touch my organs, hanging, kyuubi chakra lifts me up and surrounds my neck so it cannot break, slit my throat/wrists, massively quickened healing.

And now, I am twelve, after failing the academy test for the third time, thank you mizuki-sensei, I am still not a ninja. I have decided to give up. Why would a demon amount to anything ever. Never that's when! At least in this village. Thanks to my absentee drunken father, I was able to sneak into the family dojo and learn a few basic chunin-jounin level ninjutsu, none of which have anything to do with the academy graduation exams. And now I am currently fleeing the village with two scrolls and enough supplies to last me until the next village or town.

In my pack in addition to food I have the scrolls teaching Rasengan, and another teaching hirashin, my father's signature jutsu. I figure that I can go somewhere, probably kumo, because Iwa is entirely too hostile towards my father, and trade them the jutsus in exchange for citizenship, maybe even shinobi status if I'm lucky, but hey, what can I, a demon expect. I'm not good, never will be. I'll just be happy with being able to make a couple friends. Whether they be life-long or fair-weather.

I'd have to say, looking back my biggest regret, besides choosing to be born a demon, at least I think it's a choice, would have to be never talking to the Hyuuga heiress, she seemed very nice. But then again there were a lot of nice people in konoha, just none of them were nice to me. Even my homeroom teacher Iruka hated me. He saved me one time when I went out to the forest to do something in order for some boys to be my friend, but something tells me it was on my father's order. Even though he would love to see me dead he would hate to give the enemy ninja get the satisfaction of slaying the demon child and son of the Yondaime hokage in one fell swoop.

Needless to say I had been planning this escape for a long time. I placed a shadow clone in my bed, awaiting my sure to be drunken father for when he discovers the missing scrolls. I escaped by using an earth style jutsu I learnt from my godfather jiraiya one time to dig a hole that led to a little less than a mile outside the village walls. Thankfully it was barely big enough for me and it didn't end at a lake so then he would have to send several squads of ninjas to come and get me if he decides to get me. I apologise but if I am going to get killed and/or caught I am going to make It a challenge at least dammit.

I then proceeded to send out a couple dozen shadow clones in twelve different directions from my own, each headed to a different village if not dispelled first. If there's one benefit to being a demon, it's enough chakra to keep thirteen shadow clones as well as myself going for days on end. They are each ordered to dispel themselves upon arrival should they reach their predetermined villages.

And then later from that, as if the gods themselves felt pity for me, they made it rain. And so then not only did that wash away my scent I was then able to strip and roll around in the mud so as to hide what was left of my scent.

All my plans have come to fruition, and by this time next week I will be a fully-fledged citizen of kumo. Or so I plan at least.

MINATO'S Point Of View

As I finished the last bit of paperwork a familiar bout of dread came over me once again.

"UGH are you sure, that there is no more paperwork left?" Minato pleaded.

"Yes Yondaime-sama, I am sorry, I know you loathe going home to see your so-" the assistant paused as his lord raised an enraged eyebrow. He almost said the no-no word of all no-no words," ehh the kyuubi brat, but I am afraid that that is all the paperwork that we have for today. But again I ask you, if you hate it so much? Why don't you just kill it?"

"Augh" the hokage sighed, "and as I have told you before. Despite my hatred for the thing, it would make me look like a terrible person for killing my own son" he said that last word with as much hate, scorn, malice, and venom as he could muster. "besides, if we were to kill it, the kyuubi would simply be reborn in another couple of years. Besides, who knows, if he does ever get over how weak it is, it might prove useful in the coming years to have our own jinchuuriki, I mean, look at kumo, they have two, and were it not for me, we would have been crushed and destroyed in the last war" Minato said , with a matter-of-a-fact tone.

"Well fine then, have a nice night hokage." My secretary said as he walked away.

"hn" I responded, not looking forward to seeing that freeloading little shit that lives in my house.

As I walked back, I thought to myself of how my life had been ruined since the kyuubi was ripped out of kushina.

At the night of the attack we were both so happy, our love was about to grow with the addition of a new family member. Unfortunately, Madara, in the form of fate, had other plans. Since that night my love for the so called, child had grown into resentment. That thing had been the cause of my wife's death, as well as my good friend and predecessor, sarutobi hiruzen, in addition to my student rin.

Then it did the worst hing of all, it started calling me 'daddy', and kept expecting hugs. Heh, I know I am the greatest shinobi this world has ever seen but must I really subject myself to being..polite, and loving, god forbid caring. To that, that.. monster! Luckily my good friend john sake or whatever the goddamn brand's name is to help me deal with it along the way. On my lucky nights its already asleep, or I won't come home at all. Just pass out over my sweet, sweet paperwork.

Tonight, is one of my lucky nights. It is asleep. Thank god. Now, just to make sure my real pride and joy, my two jutsus, the Hirashin, and the Rasengan were doing. I want to make sure they have been undisturbed since I was last there. Can't risk letting the demon learning such powerful and deadly jutsus.

Hmm, strange, it appears the shadow clone, advanced henge, and several taijutsu scrolls have been messed with recently. No matter, if the demon wants to train, let it train. No skin off my bones. Yet.

"OH SHIT!" I bellowed in pure terror.

My two beloved jutsu scrolls were missing. The demon must know something of this.

I barged my way up to its room and opened the door with enough killing intent to scare a retarded chimp (dude, word to the wise if you see a retarded chimp, run the fuck away because they have are on a superhero level of strength). I saw the demon, sleeping in its bed with a…what's this? A smile! Oh it definitely did something with my two beloved babies.

I tried to calm myself down. Easy minato, you can't hit him, it would get around to other villages that you would be a child beater. I am a good person. I don't beat kids. But I might beat a demon later in life.

I then remembered what was in description of some of my paperwork today. The academy graduation exams were today. If the demon failed this time I will pull him from the program, pull the demon from its belly and place it in a person's more worthy belly, or marry him off to kumo. Their jinchuurikis could help us for sure.

I searched around the room for a hita-te, since I couldn't remember the demons human form's name. I haven't called him by that in so long. It's usually just things like, demon, or hey you.

Nope.. no headband in sight. That's it! It's peaked my anger! I don't care what the villages think! This THING! Is good for nothing!

I swung.

Then there was an immediate puff of smoke.

A shadow clone?

DAMMIIT! It must've learned it from the scroll.

Calm yourself minato. It's escaped. Despite how worthless it is, you still need the kyuubi to deter other villages from attacking.

I calmed myself, and told the two ANBU whom at the time began to stand behind me. To send out a single search party to find it and bring it back for its punishment. Right now I don't know what that is. But I do know it will be painful at first. No matter if it ends up underground, or in kumo.

General Point Of View

When minato sent the tracking team it had taken thirty minutes for them to have gotten so much as a scent of any kind from him. They had then discovered another fun little tidbit. There wasn't just one scent, there were thirteen. Minato had sent three more teams, each team consisting of two shinobi each. He had decided. He didn't care anymore. When it got back here. He was going to place the kyuubi in a more worthy host. Make sure it was considered a hero. And he was going to make sure the thing he once called his 'son' was dead.

Meanwhile, naruto had arrived in a small town just a little bit of a stone's throw away from kumo called Saigo no nozomi. (A/N: last hope)

There he had sold what little clothes he had packed in order to get money ofr a room at an inn. Its not like he was going to need them in kumo right? The next morning, about five of his shadow cones, including the ones in his room. Were dispelled. That left him six shadow clones to go. And for the first time he could remember. He was happy! He was safe, and dead set one going to kumo. If they didn't accept his deal and instead just killed him and took the jutsus, he wouldn't care. He would be happy! He could finally die and hopefully rest in peace in hell as the demon he is for the rest of eternity, and kumo would have his father's deadliest jutsus at their disposal so then they could cause his deadbeat father as much pain as he had caused him.

Well luckily naruto had decided to put a shadow clone in his room to be on guard while he slept for exactly six hours. Those were the orders he gave his clone anyways. He didn't trust the inn. It looked sketchy, by that I mean it looked surprisingly hand-drawn.

Sure enough, at around three in the morning, about an hour after he fell asleep, there was an intruder. She wore mostly black but had a long, slender form. In other terms, she was a babe!

She quickly destroyed the shadow clone. Which had awoke naruto because of the abrupt knowledge transfer. He tried to prepare himself but she was too quick. Naruto was happy, he knew now he could finally feel the sweet, loving embrace of death at last. But that too was taken from him. As she stopped in mid kunai stab and her long, slender red hair fell to the sides of her head as well as her kunai as she began to sob with what naruto had rarely experienced. A smile. Which she wore on her face.

Inbetween her third and fourth sobs she was able to make one coherent phrase.

"N..Naru..Naruto?" The long haired redhead asked out of pure hope.

The light from a nearby lamp caught her face as naruto's eyes popped open to look at her. He recognized this woman. But he had only seen her in pictures, and believed she was dead.

"Ma..ma..Mama?" naruto asked as tears swept down his face. But this time, they adorned his face out of hope, not out of sadness.

A/N: and.. ill end it there. If you are a fan of mine(all 3 of you) and are wondering. Where the hell is trials of the halfbrother at? I will tell you very plain and simply. I haven't gotten any god damn reviews. If you want another chapter for that or this story for that matter, than you must do what every good little fanfic reader does and MOTHER FUCKING REVIEW!

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