A new story from yours truly. Don't own Naruto.

"Finally!" a 15 year old boy yells from the privacy of his lab. He stands proudly over a super computer of his own design, the Mark 19.

"It's perfect" he runs his fingertips over the screen. The computer flickers to life, a program already open.

"My dream can finally come to fruition" he smiles fully.

"Please input command" a monotone female voice intones from the speakers.

"Bring up Program Nar.13". The screen buzzes for a second before a long string of algebraic equations begins to run across it. The excitement coming from the teenage genius is palpable in the atmosphere.

"Master", the computer calls. "Activation of this program will cause a large rip in the fabric of time; you will not be able to return to your own plane of existence".

"This is of no consequence to me. This is the only fond memory I've shared with this world" the boy says with a frown.

"Activate program" he commands.

The computer is silent for a moment. "Activating."

Darkness. Pure and terrifying darkness.

"Wake up Isamu-kun" a gentle voice whispers next to me.

Groggily, I open my eyes. My mother and father sit at the front of our wagon, my father steering us down a path and towards our new village.

"We're almost to Konoha!" my father smiles. I'm excited, Konoha has some of the most renowned ninja in the world.

"Mom! Can I join The Academy when we get there?" I ask hopefully. My mother and father exchange glances.

"Sure, you can grow up to be great warriors like we were" my father ruffles my hair, much to my disdain.

"Whoo-hoo!" I whoop.

"Careful honey, this road looks battered" my mother warns dad. She's right, the road is littered with holes and our wagon shakes heavily on the road. One of our wheels gives a sickening groan before cracking.

"Damn!" my father curses. He halts our oxen before jumping out of the cart to check on the wheel. He runs an eye over it before sighing. "Our wheel can't take anymore strain. I think we should-THUNK! My father begins to cough up blood.

"DAD!" I scream. He turns ever so slightly and I see the chain scythe buried in my father's spine. Blood splatters his chin as he silently mouths a final goodbye to me before collapsing. His gasps for air soon turn to choked gurgles as he slowly drowns in his own blood.

"What do we have here?" I voice laughs from a nearby tree line.

"Three very unlucky travelers" another voice calls back. Six men emerge from the trees wearing the rag tag armor of bandits. One looks at the now still form of my father.

" Well…two unlucky travelers" he kicks my father's body. My mother is as still as a statue and I grip my knife tightly. They casually saunter over to our crippled wagon with now urgency in the least bit. Their leader pulls his scythe from my father's back and wipes the blood off on his pant leg. "Who's this?" he eyes me curiously.

"A kid? Maybe we should take him…train him to be an honorable bandit like us" he smiles evilly.

"How about it kid?" he extends his hand. I smirk,

" Not a chance in Hell". In a final act of defiance I throw my knife at the leader. Years of training and sheer luck guide my knife straight and true. My knife imbeds itself in the man's eye socket. Blood flows freely as the man remains standing for a few moments before crumpling backwards next to my father. No one moves, too stunned at the death of their leader.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!" one finally cries out. As a whole, they charge forward and fear grips my heart. My mother cries out and I wheel around just in time to see my mother get run through with a sword.

"MOM!" I roar. They laugh cruelly as my mother, my last living blood relative, topples off of the wagon and crumples into the dirt. Her blood pools at the side of the road, like a crimson spider web. One knocks me down next to her and they all stand over me, horrible smiles on their faces.

"We're going to make this nice and slow for you. An eye for an eye" one bandit hisses through his yellow and black teeth. Another brings his sword across my chest, cutting it deep and making spots of black dance in my vision. I clench my jaw, trying not to give them the satisfaction of hearing me howl in agony. A meaty hand hauls me up by the split skin of my cut.

"Don't worry; I'll make him suffer beyond his darkest night terrors" the bandit smiles. He throws me back into the dirt before stomping a boot onto my chest, pinning me. I hear a blade being drawn from its sheath. Cold steel is pressed to my forehead just of my eyebrow. He applies pressure and the blade bite into my skin. The blade slides down slowly over my eyebrow on a path towards me eye. A sick revelation hits me like a forty ton rock.

" MY EYE! HE'S GOING TO CUT OUT MY FUCKING EYE!" I struggle like a caged animal under the man's foot and earn a boot to the face for my troubles. Semi-conscious, the blade reaches my eye. As the first cut opens I finally roar in sheer agony I never thought possible. My eye makes a sickening popping sound as my cornea is split like a grape. They slowly bisect it, reveling in a disgusting glee at my tortured screams and pleas for mercy. Finally, almost mercifully, the man makes a quick slash with his blade. They cackle like a pack of hyenas at my horror and unrelenting pain. I'm currently praying to every God and Saint I can remember when help actually arrives, not in the form of angels but Konoha ninja.

"SHIT!" the knife wielder screeches. A silver haired man hits him with a crackling blue palm and my remaining eye widens when I see his hand jutting from the other side. Another ninja armed with trench knives jumps in the others and rip them into meaty chunks. In a matter of seconds the killers of my parents and the architects of my agony are dead and bleeding on the ground.

"Kakashi, we need to get this kid to the hospital!" Trench Knives says urgently. The one called Kakashi scoops me up effortlessly and sprints in the direction of Konoha. Darkness greets me once again.

The sanitary smell of antiseptic hangs in the air of my room. I've been in this room for almost a month, slowly regaining my strength. My hand traces the bandages on my face and chest. The doctors called me lucky, I didn't lose my eye. The ninja who carried me away placed a seal on my eye, one he'd been perfecting for a decade. My eye was healed but my face was still heavily scared, from my eyebrow to parallel with my nose a scar runs down. A doctor steps into the room.

" Hey there Isamu" he smiles. I smile back at the man who saved my life.

"Good news, you've been cleared for discharge!"

My smile falters.

" Where will I live?" The doctor knows my parents are dead.

"They purchased a house before they left…The Hokage has decreed you will live there" he grips my hand.

"Has he spoken of my request?" I ask. The doctor nods," You will start at The Academy tomorrow".

"May I see the house?" He nods before helping me out of bed.

"You'll find a change of clothes in the bathroom" he gestures to a room at my right. He leaves to give me privacy. I enter the bathroom and step up to the mirror to unravel my bandages. The clothes are nice, a white tee shirt, a pair of red cargo shorts that reach past my knees, and a pair of steel toed ninja boots. My bandages fall away and I wince at the scar on my chest. Oddly enough I like the one on my face; it gives me a look of danger. I step into the shower and allow the water to wash over my head.

"The Academy" I whisper. I run through the seals of the justu that my parents taught me. They are few…but powerful.

"Phoenix Flower, Water Dragon, Wind Blossom, and Lightning Sidewinder" I whisper to myself. I'm in the shower too long and the water soon turns cold. I shiver and step out. The towel warms me up and I slip into the clothes. My hands pat over the pockets and I feel a couple of lumps. Curious, I pull them out and a lump forms in my throat. My father's ring and my mother's necklace lie in my palm. A long black ribbon ties up a note that I unfold.

"Isamu: Found these in the wagon. Thought you would want them. Your friend Kakashi" the note reads. Tears well in my eyes as I slide the onyx ring onto my index finger and it fits like it was crafted just for me. My mother's necklace is simple, just a sapphire entwined in a strip of leather. I tighten in on my neck and inspect the ribbon. The kanji for 'hope' is sewn on the end and I slip it under my shaggy black hair. I stare into the mirror, black hair, grass green eyes, and a long scar…A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts.

"Isamu, we've got someone here to show you to your house" the doctor calls from the other side of the door. I open the door and spot a girl with purple hair. "This is Anko Mitarashi" the doctor introduces her. "Isamu Shimizu" I extend my hand.

"Wow…she's cute" I think to myself as she shakes my hand. The doctor wishes me luck before he shoo's us out the door with a smile. It's great to be out; Konoha really is a beautiful village.

"So what brings your family here?" Anko asks me. I wince visibly and her forehead creases in confusion.

"My family was…killed by bandits a month ago" I sigh. She stops walking and gapes at me.

"That's where the scar…Kami I'm sorry!" she grips my shoulder.

"It's alright…I came to terms with it" I smile reassuringly at her. She opens her mouth to say something but a drunk cuts her off.

"Outta my way Snake Bitch" he snarls. Anko drops her head and steps aside.

"What the fuck did you just call her you limp-dicked fucker?!" I growl at him. The man turns with an angry look.

"What's it to you? That's all she it! The Snake's Whore!"

"Take about three steps closer and say that" I taunt him.

"You really want to fight?" the man smirks. My answer comes not in words but in a roundhouse kick to his mouth that knocks out a majority of his teeth. His blood splatters on my toes and the man falls to the ground. Anko stands with a look of complete shock.

"Wha-Why?" she sputters.

"I have a very low tolerance for asshats like him" I smile.

"Asshats?" Anko asks.

"Yes…asshats…." I say with absolution.

"What's with your eye" she points.

My expression say, " Da fuck you talkin' bout woman?"

"Your pupil…it changed into a kanji but I didn't see what it said".

"Cool!" I grin like an idiot. The drunk begins to stir on the ground and we decide to leave.

"Snake Bitch, huh? " I stop her. Anko's mood drop is obvious.

"You know Orochimaru?" she asks hesitantly. "One of the sannin, left Konoha, has a thing for little kids…yeah I know him" I tell her.

"I used to be his apprentice" she hangs her head.

"And?" I smile. Her head flies up so fast that she almost uppercuts me.

"You…don't hate me?" she says with a disbelieving look in her eyes.

"Nope, you were his apprentice, so the fuck what?" I smile brightly. Tears begin to drip down her face and I pull her close.

"What's wrong?" I ask with an edge of worry.

"Y-you're the first person to say that to me" she sniffles. I feel my heart tug for the sobbing girl and I pull her tighter. Knowing this isn't the place for a breakdown she leads me to my house. As soon as we step inside, her composure crumbles and the dam breaks with years of unshed tears coming out in a torrent. We sit on my new couch and I let her have this moment that she so desperately needs. After about twenty minutes of solid crying I hear a snort. I crane my neck and find Anko asleep on my chest. I gently slide out from under her and lay her down, covering her with a blanket. She snores and I plop down next to her.

Sleep says," Hello."

There you have it, the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it bro's.