This is my second fan fic so please be nice. Arigatou-desu! X3
All throughout the history of the world, there have been stories of ghosts or spirits that could either help you or haunt you. Some will look ghoulish, others angelic; some benign, some malignant; others will hurt, and some will be guardians. But here am I rambling on when we could be seeing what's happening in the world of the living.
"Get the punk, don't let him escape!"
"It just ran behind that house!"
We begin our story to a boy shivering in the night hoping to find refuge in a hole in the wall. His dark orange hair stained from its original sun kissed blonde hair and his deep sapphire eyes holding pain and no self-worth.
"Why do they keep hurting me," he wails between sobs but in a hushed tone for fear of them finding him.
"I thought I heard something over there," a villager, definitely masculine, shouts.
Naruto gets grabbed by the arm and dragged out showing his bloodied form. His white shirt is pockmarked with tears and bloodstains, while his pants are certainly much worse off, a huge tear along his knees keeps his pant leg held by a thread. The mob surrounds the boy and throws all manners of things at him such as: rocks, sticks, and maybe a kunai or shuriken or two; luckily for our hero, these only nicked his skin.
When they finally stopped beating him after they had thought he was dead, just to get rid of the evidence one of them slowly and agonizingly did hand signs ending in tora. "Katon: grand fireball no jutsu." A flame came to envelope him… but it never hit its target for, out of nowhere a red and a yellow flash flew across the flame destroying it then it was gone.
In that minute, while the villagers were in shock, Sarutobi came with four ANBU with him.
"Round all of them up and send them all to Anko and Ibiki"
"Understood."
While the other ANBU were at work, one of them, Neko was tending to the boy or if a lump of flesh with rags on it stained crimson could be considered a boy.
"Why do they do this to a four year old boy on his FUCKING birthday?" If you looked hard enough you could see tears dripping off of the bottom of the mask, the green shroud around her hands flickering with her emotions.
"The sadness and rage of a person can drive them to do almost anything without a cause to do so. Because I left the info of the sealing to the public in my never ending wisdom to their discretion they use him as a scapegoat to find release from their sadness. I can only wish that he will not hate me, Minato, or anybody for what we do to him."
Sarutobi picked him up from the ground seeing he still had a pulse and rushed to the hospital to remind them who is Hokage and WHY.
But as they left they never noticed, or should I say couldn't see, a silhouette man and woman. He with light blonde hair and she with red flaming hair each glowing with an ethereal flame, each was smiling thanking kami for giving them a chance to watch over their son.