Hello. KuroMaster here. I was watching the first episodes of Naruto and then I was all like, "I want to write a fanfic of naruto!" So here it is. ALSO! I already have 10 chapters done, so they will be going out shortly after this! So stay tuned so you can read them as well!


In the beginning of his life, people knew that he was abnormal. That he wasn't the same as other "kids". Did you know, that when babies are born, they soon start to cry? Well, this one did not cry. He looked around his new surroundings, and not once, did he utter a single word. This baby was weird. Or that, was what the baby's parents said. They did not want him. They never even picked out a name for him. Or maybe they did, but immediately forgot about it. After they left the hospital, they drove to an orphanage and dropped their "child" off and soon fled the scene, before anyone saw them with this weird child. Before they drove off, they looked back at the baby once more. What they saw, filled them with fear. They would soon be having nightmares when they went to bed that night. They saw the baby, look at them, and smile.


The owners of the orphanage soon found this baby, infront of the orphanage doors. It was a man and a woman. The man had black hair, blue eyes, and was currently wearing a white shirt and jeans with white and black sneakers. The woman had red hair, green eyes, and was currently wearing a green shirt with glittery words, which said, "Glitter Princess", jeans and some brown sandals. The man looked to be about, 35 and the woman about 30, but she probably acted like she was still 20.

"Ohhh...how cute!" Said the woman, who was obvious enchanted by this newly born babe. However, compared to her, the man was more skeptical.

"Who is this baby? And where is its parents?" The man thought about it, or atleast tried to, because the woman clearly defined why this baby would be here in the first place.

"Well, obviously, its- "his" parents,"corrected the woman, after she checked what gender the baby was, "left "him" here, so that "means" that they didn't want him! So "that" means, that "we" have to take care for him! To raise him in our orphanage! We must do this Brandy! It is our duty!"

"Yes, yes, Clarence. We must now take in "another" soul, another mouth to feed, take care of, and help. So, you tell me. "Where" is this money coming from? How will be take care of him? We already have too many children to take care of, not enough people, nor money, to assist us in this ever failing quest to save all abandoned children." The man, Brandy, seemed so lazy, but the woman, Clarence, was so full of energy.

"We can still help him! And anyway, a family will be coming today to adopt one, or three, of the children! We'll have room. Trust me." Defeated, Brandy simply put his hand over his face and sighed. After a moment he opened up the doors of the orphanage and walked in, keeping the door open for Clarence, and then closed it. The interium of the orphanage was pretty simple, a blue rug, sky blue walls, and some pained clouds on top of the blue. There was two doors leading from the room we entered, one to the left, another infront. We went the latter. Inside, my one day old eyes saw children, babies like me to older kids, up to about 6. The room had a green rug, like grass, the walls were painted blue, like the other room, and there was also pained clouds here too. In a corner of the room, there was a sun painted there using the colors red, yellow, and orange. There was blocks, toys, and other miscellaneous items. There was about 15 kids in here, 16 including me. 10 of us were boys and 6 of us were girls. Honestly, even though people thought I was all, un-understanding, as in, I didn't know what was going on, I knew exactly what was going on. I guess you could say that I was the smartest baby to ever be born. I mean, I didn't know things, I just knew how to analyze things, I guess you could say.

"Hellooooo little boys and girls! Today, I've brought a new brother for you all! Please be nice to him!" Clarence said this so energetically that all the little boys and girls started cheering. "But! He is a "bit" too young to play with! So I want you all to help him grow up!" Clarence's outgoing nature was so contagious, that all the kids started running around, looking for toys to give me, or bottles for milk, or whatever else. I didn't really care. At this point of my life, I could do nothing but listen. I couldn't understand the language that much, I just picked up on key words. Such as Clarence or Brandy. It didn't sound like other words they were saying, so I thought it were their names. I could have easily been wrong. Their words, meanings, made no sense to me. I just listened to "how" they said those words, the feeling, emotion that was put into each word. Some words lazier than others, but I listened nevertheless. Learning the language more own way, I started trying to put the words into meanings. I could never grasp what each word really meant, until later in my life.


When I was one year old, I spoke for the first time. The first word I said was "death". The reason for this was that one of the kids apparently died of lung problems. Clarence was talking about it with Brandy. It was one of the words she said that I happened to overhear, partly because they were discussing it right next to me. The word just had a nice ring to me. THe two instantly stopped talking and looked over at where I laid down.

"Um.. What was that sweetie?" Clarence said this as if death was a bad thing. But with a such good ring, how could it be "that" bad?

"Death!" I repeated again. The word felt right in my mouth. It was right to say. I knew, at that instant, that that word, would be the center of my life.

Clarence and Brandy, of course, knew that I was different from the other kids. I never smiled. I never cared. I did what I was told, was to open and close my mouth. But what else could I do? I was, like, what? 1? But when I finally smiled for the second time in my life, Clarence and Brandy shivered. With my red eyes, as red and dark as blood, they velt very intimidated. But Clarence decided right then what to do. She had to "save" me.

"No no no! That cannot do! If "death" is your first word, then love, friendship, and life will be your next words!" She screamed this final bit as if it could force me into saying them and forgetting about death. However death will always be with me, as my first word, and the core of my being. I was a smart child. I was a cute child. But I was also, a demonic child.


I kinda wanted to do it with the main character being a bit "off" like kinda evil but not "really". I dont know if youll enjoy this, but i enjoy this so yeah :D and im also having internet problems...i need a laptop or something to do this with. my computer sucks.