Blood. What most people fear others think of as life ,but it didn't matter to a young 4 year old boy being beaten. It was not the first time it had happened but the attacks got worse and worse. All the boy could hear were shouts of 'demon' and 'monster' and all he felt was the punches and kicks of the villagers. It didn't matter to him though. He didn't care what they thought of him. He would still carry on. He would still live life. What else were you supposed to do when everyone hated you since the day you were born. Just give up and die. "Ha yeah right like I would give those bastards the pleasure of seeing me give up" the young boy thought, letting his shaggy blonde hair swing back and forth in the wind. It was raining and there was mist everywere the boy could hardly see walking down the sidewalk he was on.
As he walked he tripped over a man's shoe who was sitting on the sidewalk leaning on a wall. His dull blue eyes looked at the man. He looked like a homeless. His hair was long and blonde with bits of black and silver mixed in tied into a ponytail. His eyes were covered with bandages and he wore sun glasses over his bandaged eyes. He wore a black trench coat that had many pockets and chains over it. Under it was a grey shirt with a wolf emblem on it. The pants he wore were a very dark black down to about his shin where it was covered with black bandages that covered his black boots. Also he had a black hat on top of his head that looked like it should be in a an old gangster movie.
"Would you like me to play you something" the man asked.He just saw him holding a guitar in his left hand.
"I'm sorry sir but I have no money to give you " the boy said.
With a laugh the man said "It's ok people don't usually give me money anyways, I just enjoy playing music. So how about if you stay a while? I may teach you a little bit."
The boy was over joyed to hear someone willing to teach him something, anything, but he thought for a moment and thought about all the times people tried to kill him.
"How do I know you aren't going to try to kill me?"
The man frowned at that "hmm you don't but if you do decide to learn then I'll at least know someone likes to play as much as I do."
The boy thought it over and said to himself 'What do I have to lose'
"ok I'll accept." He finally said.
"Oh before we get started, whats your name? i don't think coming up with nicknames is as good as the persons real name." The man asked curiously.
The boy was scared at this because everyone who knew his name always hurt him and this maybe his first real friend. He thought it over and decide too take the risk.
"Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto" Naruto said.
The man grinned and said "Well young Uzumaki, my name is Kazama Aru, but I guess now you can call me aru-sensei."
To say Naruto was over joyed would be a huge understatement. He was so happy you could almost see it.
"Really? you're going to teach me how to play a guitar?" Naruto asked.
"Yes I'll teach you all I know but I think it would be a good idea if we got off the streets the people around here don't seem to fond of you" aru said.
"Wait how can you tell? you're blind!" Naruto asked
Aru grinned a psychotic grin and said "just cause one looks blind doesn't mean he is."
Naruto thought about this as he and his new sensei walked down the street to naruto's apartment.
