Authors Note: This is a dark Naruto fan fiction. It is not a one shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did I would be living it up in Japan.
Chapter 1
The Voice
An angry mob of drunk villagers chased a small boy down the streets of Konoha. The boy was fast for his age, but soon a group of men caught up, and forced him into an alleyway. As they advanced on him, he tried to scramble away, but came to a dead end. The child was frozen with terror as they leered at him.
"Death to the fox!" a few of them cried. Then they began beating him, some used sticks, while others just struck him with their fists. One even had a whip. The blonde haired boy cried out in pain as it slashed against his skin numerous times. He received bruises and cuts as this treatment continued. When the whip started breaking through his skin, the ANBU decided it was time to intervene. They appeared and began trying to calm down the crowd, though only putting half their effort into it. Finally, the uproar died down, and the small crowd dispersed.
The boy sat crying in the corner, and none of the ninja even attempted to treat his injuries. They even scolded him for the small bruises he had made on the people in an attempt to defend himself. They glared at him with utter loathing, and then left too.
The child just sat there, tears streaming down his face, wondering why this always happened.
"Does it hurt?"whispered a voice. He could tell it was full of power, even though it was speaking quietly. His head shot up in fear, thinking that someone had come back to wound him some more. He looked around, but didn't see anyone. "W-who's there?" he called in a quivering voice.
"You need not fear me, little one. Only you can hear my voice." It said. "Now, answer my question. Does it hurt?" The blonde nodded numbly. "I can help you," he (the child had determined the owner of the voice was a male) said. "I can heal those injuries and take the pain away. Would you like that? Think your reply and I will hear it."
"Yes," said (or thought) the boy. His eyes widened as steam rose from his skin, and the injuries began to heal. "Next time someone tries to hurt you, I'll be there," said the mysterious person.
"Wait!" cried the boy inwardly. "What is your name?" There was silence for a moment, and then he replied "Most call me Kyuubi."
"Well...thank you, Kyuubi-sama." Inside of the seal, the Kyuubi smirked. "You're welcome, Kit." Then, the newly healed boy made his way home, thinking that maybe he wasn't as alone as he had thought. Naruto was 5 when that happened.
Author: Haha! I finally figured out how to do that line thing!...You all must think I'm really stupid now. Anyway, how do you like my story so far? Please say it wasn't the most horrible thing you've ever read. Also, my other fanfiction, An Awkward Moment, was a one shot. I will not add any more to it.