Summary cont.: From the day of Naruto's birth, a curse was sealed unto him. He would be the sport of hunt for the demons raging about the city. But he would not be alone.
Please R&R of what you guys think so far. I have the next couple chapter scratched on some notebook paper I wrote during my classes.
Something isn't right, Naruto thinks as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. A few adults stood around him, also waiting for the subway train. He carefully peers around him, his right hand gripping the strap of his ratty messenger bag. He found himself regretting staying late at school. He had skipped a few classes earlier in the week with one class involving a very important test involving genes or something. He had speed through the thing, wanting to catch the activity buses. Turns out he had choosea day when the damn things weren't running, which left him to take the crowded subway system. Skipping class was a prerogative for him, despite the consequences. Everyone needed a break and Naruto felt the weekend was just to far away for his patience.
Though his nosey foster parents had caught up to his attendance record. Normally, Naruto would have told his foster parents to suck it, but they had threatened him with a personal tutor, forcing the boys to choose staying after school. Odds are they wouldn't send him some hot high school girl.
The tiled floor under Naruto's feet tremors as the massive bullet of a train pulls up to him, ripping from his thoughts. He hurriedly climbs on and sits on a small bench attached to the side, worn from use. The train wasn't to crowed despite the rush hour approaching.
Should've just skipped all day… They'd just send me to another damn home, so it wouldn't have mattered. No one's gonna care about a run down kid like me, anyway.
A long moment passes in silence, aside from the shuffling of feet at every stop. A chill climbs up Naruto's neck when he feels eyes staring back at him. He causally glance around, spotting a shadowed figure at the end of the sector of the train. He avoids looking directly at it, his peripheral vision catching the thing shifting closer to Naruto every opportunity it got when the train would stop.
The train screeches to a halt as the next stop and Narutoclumsily scrambles out, shoving several people out of his path, who glare at or curse at the reckless, disrespecting boy. He jogs up the concrete stairs leading to the street above and stops dead at the top with a panicked realization. He had gotten off the wrong stop. The place he stood at now is the downtown of the city he lives at. The buildings frame the streets in blobs of gray and glass. There's a dark overcast from the sun being hidden by the aging edifices, shadowing the street. The air is thick and chilling to the bone. Shabby looking people lined the streets in a depressing manner, most of the probably homeless.
Oh shit, how cliché. Now I'm going to get ass raped by some creepy stalker or stabbed by a gangster.
Naruto reaches into his pocket, fingering for his subway tokens or lose change to buy some more. Or maybe for a payphone to call his foster freaks, since they were to cheap to buy him a cell phone. His jeans pockets turned out empty and he quickly searches the pockets of his jacket and bag, coming up with nothing but lent and empty candy wrappers.
"Guess I'm going home in a body bag." Naruto jokes to himself, starting his trek to his apartment on the other side of town. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets and his head down. A few rugged figures glances his way broadly. Naruto mentally curses his bright blond hair, as it always seemed to grab attention. All his previous foster parents had the assumption that due to his blond hair and dazzling blue eyes that he must be an angel of a child. Wrong. Naruto was defiant towards any stupid family social services had tried cramming him in. He hated them all. Several time he had been threatened with correctional school or a home for troubled boys. But Naruto was slick and managed to conjure up some successful argument against such things from happening; for now at least.
A strong hand grips Naruto forearm. He jumps and turns to see a grungy old man. He winces when the grip on his arm grows tighter.
"Hey, hey kid? You got some change?" he asks in a raspy voice. Naruto tries pulling away.
"No! Get the hell off me!" He tries saying it with a loud, commanding voice but the tone that resulted is small and meager.
"Aw, come on kid! You gotta have something !" , the old man persists, pulling Naruto closer. He scrunches his nose at the guy's stink of body odor and stale alcohol. Then like some kind of blessing, a police cruiser pulls up to the two. The diver's front window rolls down and a burly cop peers through.
"Buzz off.", he commands with a deep baritone voice. The bum gives Naruto a quick glare before escaping through a nearby ally way. Naruto rubs his arms and hesitantly approaches the cruiser.
"Um, thanks", he mumbles. The cop nods.
"You need a ride? I can take you up to the apartment complex if you wanted." Naruto eagerly agrees and climbs in the back seat of the car.
"So why you out in this part of town?" the cop asks. Naruto moves a bit, not enjoying the hard back seats of the car he had been in several times before.
"I, um, got off the wrong stop on the subway. Some guy was following me.", he replies, feeling stupid as he spoke. He sounded like a scared little kid. The cop eyes him through the front mirror.
"Same guy I scared?", he asks. Naruto shakes his head.
"No, I don't think so…"
"What's your name kid?"
"Naruto Uzumaki." For a few fearful seconds Naruto thought the guy would search under his name for any felonies or warning but his hands remain on the wheel.
"Uzumaki, huh? You Chinese or something?"
"My ancestors were Japanese." Naruto replies hotly. The cruiser enters the entrance of the rows of apartment buildings.
"Here is good," Naruto speaks up. The cop pulls over to the street curb. Naruto begins to climb out.
"You sure?" the cop asks. Naruto nods.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Sure. You stay out of trouble." The cruiser drives off. Naruto's apartment is still a couple of block away but being in that cop car had made him anxious. He also didn't want his bitchy foster parents catching a state cruiser driving him home.
He lets out a relived sigh, content to be back in a familiar neighborhood. The sun was now just beginning to fade over the tree tops lining the apartments.
"Naruto."
Naruto turns around at the sound of the voice. It didn't sound friendly and Naruto did not fell like checking that obvious fact. He quickens his pace, tightly clenching his fists.
"Naruto…Naruto!" the voice calls out. He couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, like it was echoing all around him.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" Naruto yells out. Heavy foot steps thunder behind him and Naruto breaks out into a clumsy sprint. The steps grow louder and closer. Naruto's heart screams in his chest and his legs burn from the effort. The steps behind him don't falter a bit. Naruto looks over his shoulder , panting heavily.
BAM!
Something collides his the back of Naruto's head, rendering him unconscious.