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It
A dirty child ran as fast as it could in the pouring rain that surrounded it. With matted blond hair as long as it's neck obsturing it's face, it was impossible to tell what gender it was from a passing glance. It doesn't matter, it doesn't have a name. It's just an It. Ducking into a narrow alleyway, the urchin scrambles to find someplace to hide from it's tormentors in futile.
They had found him.
The mob of vicious, drunken villagers skidded to a stop in front of the mouth of the alley. They spotted him instantly, throwing him a mixture of disgusted, malicious,and triumphant smiles and glares.
There's the little fuck!
Filthy little shit!
You thought you could get away again?!
It's time to finish what the Fourth started 4 years ago!
We've got you now!
Trash—
Monster—
Kyuubi—
DEMON—
Insult after insult was hurled at the child. As the mob started to close around it, it tucked itself into a ball just as the first kick descends on it's frail body. Blow after blow rains down on this small child, opening up healing scars from the last beating it had escaped from. The urchin starts to cry softly, not understanding just what it's done wrong. It was always nice. It had never been loud or obnoxious to anyone. It never hurt them after they hurt it. It gave them smiles. It was a good It.
SO WHY WERE THEY HURTING IT?!
The child's eyes open slowly, lazily, revealing a deep, shimmering blue.
I'LL HURT THEM TOO.
Then, they bleed red.
Red chakra, red as freshly sprayed blood, seeps out of the urchin, then explodes violently. The villagers are thrown back, some burnt to death as soon as the chakra touches them. Ones that survived push themselves off the ground in time to see the child they had been beating rise. All is silent.
And then, It lifts it's face, and smiles.
Behind a tall, dark cage, someone laughs.