What It Means To Be: Human

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Description: The 9 year old Naruto thinks deeply about what it means to be a human, considering he has never been treated like one.

Alone. . . . . .again.

The little blonde kid entered his apartment. He threw down the little shopping bag filled up to top with instant ramen on his small bed. His heart was filled up with as much sadness as the bag with the ramen. The poor little Uzumaki had been treated worse than usual today. He was normally avoided by people, but today. . .today some of the older neighborhood kids decided it was time to get revenge on the nine tailed fox.

FLASHBACK
"HEY, brat!" A boy with short, black hair exclaimed; pointing straight at our little orange-clothed hero. "I have a bone to pick with you!"

Naruto didn't know what to say. He had never met this guy, and he says that he has a bone to pick with him?

"Why don't you go jump off a bridge so I don't have to deal with you myself!"

Once again, whiskered kid was lost for words. He didn't even know what this black haired kid was implying.

The older kid had slowly started to walk towards Naruto. "I'M WARNING YOU! Do something, and for the good of the entire village, GO DIE!

This is something that could get through Naruto's dense head. At this he finally answer ". . . .but, I don't want to die. . . ."

"Everyone ELSE wants you to die! You MONSTER!

Tears were now streaming down his whiskers. He quickly turned around and ran, just ran for the sake of his existance."
END FLASHBACK.

The images continued to play in his tiny brain GO DIE! GO DIE! GO DIE! MONSTER!

Monster? Wasn't he a person just like everyone else? Other than the whiskers, he looked just like a regular person. Did these little whiskers make him a monster?

Naruto walked over to his bookshelf full of scrolls and hardcover books. He pulled out one of the books. The title read Monsters of the World: The Nine Demons of Legend. Our blonde haired buddy opened the cover and automatically skipped trough all the though chapters. He had opened to the picture with the caption The one tailed demon, Shukaku. He stared at the picture, and then gazed at the mirror. He continued to look back and forth, trying to find a similarity. Evidently, there was none. He turned the pages, examining every one of the pictures and comparing them to his own face. Our blue eyed friend didn't look ANYTHING like these monsterous things.

Why am I a monster?! What makes ME a monster?! Anger welled up inside of him. He threw the book across the room. It hit the wall and fell to the ground with a thud.

Naruto then began to tear. He was a person. A PERSON. . . .right?

Then there was a knock at his door. His blue eyes turned to look at the door and he yelled "GO AWAY!"

"Naruto. . . .what seems to be the problem?" Iruka said as he entered the room.

Filled with embarasment for yelling at his sensei, he turned his head and muttered "Nothing" underneith his breath.

"It must be something, Naurto."

"What makes me a monster?" His little blonde head tilted up.

"Is that what's bothering you?"

Naruto noded

"Well. . . . .to tell you the truth, I think that they're all jealous."

Naruto looked back at Iruka questionably.

"You are going to be a great Ninja someday. They're all just jealous."

Naruto thought about this "Maybe. . . .but what do you want?"

"Oh. . . .well I was going to take you out for ramen. . . ."

"Ramen. . !" Naruto's blue eyes lit up at the word. "You mean Ichiaku Ramen!"

"Yes, of course." His sensei smiled. "Ramen can make anyone feel better, so comeon, Naruto!"

"RIGHT" Naruto grinned his little one-of-a-kind-Naruto grin. He jumped up energetically and ran out the door. Naruto suddenly had a revlation while trying to catch up to his sensei who walked out the door. He had finally figured out what makes him a human rather than a monster. He can actually FEEL for someone. He actually has emotions. . .he is Naurto Uzuamki.

Believe it.

END OF CHAPTER HUMAN

Authors note: Sorry the ending was cheap.

There will be more chapters with different characters thinking about different things. . . . . . . . .when I find more time. . . .