The terrible things that happened to people might make them do evil things, but their souls were not evil. What all people seek, what sustains them, is love, the light told me. What distorts people is a lack of love.
Alone, one word, one meaning, it defined his existence, it defined his life. He was alone, forever and always. Today was his 8th birthday, in celebration of this he was chased through the streets, threatened with death and starved. Beaten and left to starve, this wasn't just a once in a year occurrence. This was life, a cold terrible life. Suicide wasn't even an option with the Kyuubi; he was forced in this pitiful existence. He just wished for a light, a flicker, something to lead him out of the darkness. Tomorrow was a new day, the first day of the Academy, maybe he'd feel better then…most likely not though.
A shy girl watched him as he silently cried himself to sleep. She wanted to comfort him, to hug him, to make him feel better, but she knew she couldn't. She felt a deep pain in her chest, a growing pain, as it cried out for him, but still she remained still. She had admired him, since the faithful day she first saw him.
Flashback
He ran through the streets, scared, flying past the park, mob behind him. Amid cries of, "Kill the demon!" "Destroy him!" "Don't make the 4th Hokage to not have died for naught!" he sped faster through the trees. He didn't notice the girl in the shadows of the tree, sitting there contemplating her own fate. She saw him though, surprised by his sudden entrance and consequent exit. Recognizing him as the boy that always held his head up as he walked around town smiling she followed him. Wondering to herself, "Why was he running?" she chased after him at a distance, until she too heard the mob. Even though the mob of adults was bigger than him, he managed to outrun them. She however managed to keep up with him thanks to the use of her kekkei genkai but still she wondered, "Why this harsh treatment? How did he remain smiling?" This strength drew her to him.
End Flashback
Even as he walked through the streets she knew of his pain, she knew of his loneliness. She was constantly looked down upon too, her father's training growing tougher and tougher, her bruises now remained for weeks, not days, the hours of training longer. She too was alone.
Disclaimer: I Don't own Naruto or any of the characters of Naruto
This is my first fanfic so don't hate that bad, though I like constructive criticism so if you have anything bad to say, then include something to help me fix it, thanks
-FallenValkyrie
