A/N- Well, here's my story. Let's get a few things straight. There will be no romance. Don't like? Then there's this thing called a back button. Feel free to use it. If this doesn't bother you, then please read my story, and cookies for you!
Disclaimer- I don't own naruto; let's get that out of the way.
Summary- Naruto's demon was sealed like Gaara's Shukaku was. He can hear it, and can talk to it. But most of all, he can use its power, and Kyuubi protects him. Not to mention, the third kept no secrets about his parentage. So the general public does not hate him, but fears him. How will this change our favorite knuckle-headed ninja?
Sealed Demon, Demon child
Chapter one- Dark Musings
Alone. A word I've grown accustomed to. But, being the container of the Kyuubi has to ruin my life in someway, doesn't it? My name is Naruto. I'm a jinchuriki, and a soon to be-ninja of the leaf.
A fact I'm not very proud of. People say, that the Leaf is one of the greatest Ninja nations. It concentrates on teamwork, and fairness. I scoff at that. It's a lie. Hypocrites. The leaf is just as Biased as the rest of the world. Hating what they don't understand.
I'm one of those things. A creation made by there beloved Yondaime. I despise the man. He's the one responsible for ruining my life. The one in charge of putting those evil whispers-courtesy of the Kyuubi- in my head. But, then, I guess I owe the man some thanks.
He's the one that gave me an excellent power. Whenever someone attacks me, red charka rushes out of my body, and comes to my aid. Killing my opponents, letting their blood run freely over the ground, and spraying me in its warm, iron-like scent. It's at that moment that I feel most alive. I love it. Is that the reason people fear me so much? The cruel, twisted smirk that adorns my features when they beg for mercy?
Even if it is, I could care less. Let them hate me. It's nothing new. When you spend twelve years of your life with it, you grow to ignore it.
That's what I have done. I like the hate. Mainly because; I either get looks of hate, or those of sympathy, and worry. I hate the latter two. I get them from the Hokage. That asshole. He has no right to look at me like that! Or look at me at all for that matter. He's one of the people that helped to seal my fate. Those who had helped to seal my fate; there on a special list, oh, yes, a very special list. And I'm bent on killing them one day. And, there is no doubts in my mind that I won't. Soon, I'll be one step closer to my goal.
Tomorrow is the Genin exams, and when I pass, I'll finally gain the position to move about freely, and be able to kill more devise people. People with power. They will feel the greatest to kill. I can feel my excitement getting to the Kyuubi, now he's getting excited. And when he gets excited, the charka leaks out, and scares the shit out of people.
Hah! They deserve it. I feel my need for sleep closing in. When was the last time I slept? Hard to recall. I don't sleep much. It's not that I can't. I just don't need to. I have enough energy by myself, and when you add the kyuubi, who just lies around all day in his prison, and gives me his energy.
So, I climb into my wonderful little bed. Well, not really a bed, but my couch with a blanket, and pillow thrown on it. But, I slowly drift to sleep, hearing the kyuubi screaming for me to stay up, because it's boring when I sleep. I smirk, and send him a reply before I finally drift off.
'Too bad for you, you over-sized stuffed animal.' He calls me an impudent brat.
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"Bringggggggggggggggggggg," And there goes the bell, I think darkly. Lazily, I reach my hand over, and smash my alarm clock.
"Oops," I mutter. Not really meaning it. It serves the accursed thing right.
I slowly rise from the couch, and stalk over to the bathroom, where I quickly take a cold shower. Damn Landlord shutting off the hot water on me again. I thought I taught him a lesson when I almost killed his wife? Either way, her look of terror made me ecstatic.
I quickly dried myself off, and then slipped into my clothing, which I pulled out of the hamper. Hey, they didn't smell, or look too bad. Because who has the time to do there laundry every single day? Especially when you have to use the Laundromat, and they don't let you in without threatening them.
My clothing was a pair of baggy black pants, with orange stitching. They weren't to baggy though, or else they would hinder my movements. An orange shirt, with a bleeding knife on it, and a black jacket that was of heavier quality, that also had orange stitching. Last, but not least, my black bandana. How I love the thing.
They where very useful, you could use them for pretty much anything. Making coffee, draining pasta, using as a makeshift bandage, or simply keeping my hair back when I'm feeling to lazy to cut it.
Quickly, I slip into the kitchen. I look at the cabinets. Ramen. Ramen, and Pop-tarts. Pop-tarts and Ramen are my two favorite foods. I scarf down the package of pop-tarts, and leave my cramped apartment.
I make it to the classroom on time. I ignore the glares sent my way, and the cautious looks from those who have been on the receiving ends of my wrath. I can't help but let out a dark chuckle, causing a few of the kids in my year to take a step back.
I sit down at my usual seat in the back of the class, nearest the window. Everyone knows to stay clear of this seat. I put a kid in the hospital once for sitting in it two years ago. He quite Ninja school that year, and I haven't seen him since. The parents of the brat had demanded my execution. And even sent an assassin after me. His blood was good. They moved from konoha the next week.
The hokage looked the other way. I think he feels guilty. Plus, the fact that I look like an adorable little kid, with an undeniably cute puppy pout that would make you want to hug me. That is if you didn't know that I was a bloodthirsty monster.
Iruka-sensei stepped into the room, followed closely by Mizuki-sensei. He started one of his cruel and unusual lectures.
"Today is the day many of you have waited for your whole lives. The genin exams. I have faith in you, which you will try your best to past…" and it goes on. I zoned out, and took to looking out my window, finding the birds somewhat interesting.
"Uzumaki!" I heard the teacher yell, and the swooshing noise of an eraser, before it was deflected by red charka, and burnt to a crisp.
"What?" I demanded crossly. I felt his fear spike, and I secretly smirk.
"Pay attention, this is crucial information." He managed to get out, stuttering uncontrollably.
"Whatever," I mumble. Infuriating the teacher, but his anger is soon returned to fear when I glare at him.
He continues. "You will have three parts of the test. Written. Hand-to-hand combat, that will include weapon throwing, and a test on all three basic jutsus. Come up when we call your name, and enter the testing area. The rest of you can wait out here. First up, Kira Aoutsu."
The boy enters the room with the teachers, and as if that's a signal, the whole class gets up and starts talking at the same exact moment. Weird.
"Sasuke!" I hear one of his annoying fan girls yell. Great. I'm just glad that's not me.
"You're going to get a great score on your test! We know it!" another said. At this point I'm almost in hysterics. His glare isn't working. Poor sap. The Uchihas where good at most things, including there glares, but he must not of inherited the gene.
I ignore the rest of the activity, and let my charka, well, the stuffed animals charka, come out, and swirl around me, giving me an animalistic look, and quiets some people down, and makes them go farther away from me. Perfect.
It didn't take long for my turn to come around. I carefully slipped into the testing room, and awaited the petrified examiners to step in. I can hear there teeth chattering from just being in the same room as me!
"Uzumaki-san, p-please take a seat and begin the written part of the e-exam." The young looking chunin stammered.
"Is that an order?" I asked menacingly, if any one knew me though, they'd know that I was just messing with the poor, pathetic teen. It was part of my atrocious sense of humor.
"N-No! Ididn'tmeanitlikethatijustwasn't thinking! Don't kill me!" the young man hurriedly said, wasting no time in bowing.
I chuckled, my dark laugh. "Your paranoid." I stated, before taking a seat, and completing the test, all the while casting glances at the scared, and fumbling chunin.
I passed the test, but barely. Writing has never been my thing. That's why I want to become ninja. I get to kill. No worrying about when the flippin' hokage's toenails where last clipped. I can see that look on your face. It's called sarcasm.
Next, I was to face a chunin in hand-to-hand combat. It was delightful. Not. The shaking bastard couldn't even stop his teeth from chattering, let alone give me a decent match. He lost.
The Kunai throwing was less than pleasant for the proctor. I had refused there weapons, and used my charka to create them, and threw them. Nearly nailing the proctor in the head. Accidentally of course.
Next, it was the jutsu part. I didn't do anything. Kyuubi did everything, molding his charka to what needed to be done. I merely stood there, looked evil, and took the credit. Selfish bastard, aren't I?
"Congradultaions, Uzumaki-sama. You pass." Iruka said. He's the only teacher who can control his fear when I'm not being evil, and talk normally. I won't admit it to anyone. But, I secretly like it.
End of chapter one! I know, it's rather short, but im in a lazy mood. Yes, I know Naruto is an evil child. Tell me what you think, and I promise to make the chapters longer!
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