A/N: Alright, then. This is my first fic here, and I hope that it's good by everyone's opinion.
Monster
You have to do something considered terrible by society to be called a monster. There are so many ways in the world today that a person can do to gain that level of attention: Murder, rape, torture, betrayal on the battlefield... yet all he had to do was have a monster sealed within him to be a monster in the villages' eyes. No one had ever considered this feat to be heroism, because the monster had killed, ravaged and destroyed the village, and they weren't happy with the idea that the monster still lived on. Still breathed. Still walked the same earth as they did.
Only the Third Hokage had ever thought him to be a hero - someone who had ended the fighting by taking away the enemies greatest weapon - instead of a monster, remember solely for the destruction the Kyuubi, the great Nine-tailed Fox, had caused on the village mentally, physically and most of all, emotionally. So many people were killed during the Third World War that no nation would ever forget; no nation in the Five Great Nations would ever forgive; and the people they had used as weapons would live their whole lives with heated glares and muttered words following them where ever they went.
It takes a lot to get people to believe in you, to look past what they think is a "monster". You have to be able to show you can be trusted. So on his journey to become Hokage, he made a point to show people he could be depended on. Subaku no Gaara had done it in his village of Suna - shown he could be a valued leader instead of a valued weapon for war. But it seemed like the people in Konoha could hold a grudge far out-ranking that of the girl in The Grudge, and people still attempted to avoid him like he was a particularly nasty bout of the flu. Or something far worse, like a walking case of tuberculosis; take your pick.
People who've lived their whole lives with people calling them a certain name, they usually begin to to believe it's true. They begin to grow up to be what they were called, like it was a goal that everyone else had set for them. But he wasn't like that; he wore bright colors, smiled, laughed... no, he wasn't like a monster at all. Even when he lost control and gave into the Kyuubi, he still was ding it for good. He still wasn't a monster. Instead of becoming what people thought he was, he taught himself to be better than the name, to be a better person than the people who called him the name.
And that's why he's the person I admire most, because he overcame the obstacles in his way so he could come out on top. He even became friends with everyone he met; instead of pushing people away, they were drawn to him and drew from his strength to become better people, as well. That's why as I become closer to him, even I - no matter how chronically shy I am - am beginning to become better than the "shy, weak Hyuuga heiress" I'm believed to be.
A/N: So, how was that? My writing style is a bit different, because I like to take one word and add depth and meaning to it. I'm sure that by the end of this all of you could tell who was narrating it, right?