Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto.
This is my first time writing a naruto story, so please bare with me.
The Deep Dark Truth
The blond haired boy walked down the streets of Konoha. His baby blue eyes and whisker marks that cover his cheeks were pressed upward because of the smile on the boys face. His eyes scanned the area around him.
The smile on his face was a fake, a mask that he puts on every morning because of the pain and emotions that he hides from everyone. He knew that he would never truly fit in with his friends or the village. He tries his best to fit in with the village, but that never worked out.
The villagers have always treated him badly. Some days he would go into a store and then thrown out just because it was him. They would also trap him in allies and beat him. When they seen the tears in his eyes the would either sneer or smile, so the first thing that he did to protect himself was to make a mask that would show that he didn't care, that he was dumb and couldn't hurt them or their children. The mask has worked perfectly so far, even though it was ripping him apart on the inside.
He had been an outcast since the day of his birth and he didn't even know why until a year ago. Every time he would look in the mirror as a kid he would ask himself why everyone had hatred for him and now he knew why. It was because of the demon sealed inside of him.
Right now he was heading to the bridge to meet his teammates- Sakura, Sasuke, and their sensei Kakashi. None of them knew about his mask, expect maybe Kakashi, but with him you never truly know. When he looked up he was at the bridge.
"Hey Sakura," the boy yelled out.
"Naruto," she said as she looked annoyed.
Everyone thought that he had a crush on her, but he was always annoyed by her, but he went along with it for the sake of his mask.
'I'm the one annoyed,' the fourteen year old thought.
Naruto turned his head in time to see their sensei land on the branch beside the bridge and riverbed.
"You're late," both he and Sakura yelled.