My sympathy and love for Naruto knows no bounds!

Let's hope it's good enough for this story.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!

Eight years ago, a giant nine-tailed fox attacked the ninja village of Konaha.

Many lives were lost in the onslaught. When all seemed lost, the fourth hokage Minato Namikaze used a forbidden sealing jutsu to seal the bloodthirsty Fox into the body of a newborn baby boy.

That boy's sacrifice saved the village.

If he only knew what misery he had wrought on that poor, oblivious boy.

"Happy Birthday to me."

A blond haired boy sat in a dark apartment with only a candle on a half-eaten cupcake as his only source of light.

"Happy Birthday *sniff* to..me."

He paused to breath the dripping snot back up his chaffed red nose.

"Happy 8th birthday...t-to Naruto"

He wiped the tears from his eyes as he stared at the crusty cupcake with a single striped birthday candle. It was the same candle he used for the last three years since he could never afford anymore. He couldn't even afford a freshly baked cupcake.

"Happy Birthday...to...me."

'Make a wish Naruto.' He dried his tears and closed his eyes, but then opened them back up.

'Why bother? Wishes never come true. Especially mine. Kami doesn't grant wishes to monsters.' The boy thought bitterly as he stared at the poor excuse for a birthday cake.

'But then again, I'm just gonna get beat again no matter what I do. Awe what the hell!'

Naruto closed his eyes again.

'I wish, I wish...I wish...that one person. Just one! That one person...cared that I'm alive. Cared that I was born. Cared...to even care at all!'

Naruto promptly blew out the candle. As it went out, darkness settled in the apartment once more. He took out the candle and put it away in the kitchen cabinet.

"Let's hope I live to see another birthday." He said in yearly ritual as he placed it in the cabinet.

He went back to his threadbare couch with his half a cupcake and proceeded to wolf it down. He never got to eat sweet things very often. He dug it out of the bakery trash several hours ago. Not one to waste such an opportunity, he took it home as his yearly present to himself. Who cares if it was two weeks old and stale as a rock, it was sweet goddamitt!

So sweet. He must've chewed on it for ten minutes.

Once he got tired of chewing, he allowed it to slide down his throat.

He allowed the satisfaction that came from sweets to wrap around his body.

'So good!' The tears came back full force and dribbled down his whisker marked cheeks. He didn't bother wiping at them cuz more would just take their place. He believed to be kidding himself when he made that stupid wish. Guess he couldn't even fool himself into believing he didn't want someone to love him like all the other kids who had parents to love and care for them.

Maybe he didn't deserve to be loved.

Demons aren't supposed to be loved.

He knew he was a bad kid. Why else would people keep hurting him. He wished he knew what horrible thing he did to make them so mad. He's said he's sorry multiple times. He even tried bringing flowers to a lady who broke his arm for "taking away everything she loved." He didn't know what he took from her, but he felt bad for making her so upset. Of course it only ended up with him getting his other arm broken.

He really must be bad if sorry isn't enough to stop the beatings.

He would cry more about it if he hadn't cried all the tears he could cry today.

Crying also made him sleepy. He didn't feel like dragging himself to the old bare mattress on the floor he called a bed. Instead, he allowed himself to fall to his side on the couch cushions, curl up into fetal position, and fall asleep with the taste of sweet food in his mouth.

I already know how my story is gonna play out but I'll try to update at least once a week.

Next chapter: The Crazy Cat Lady