Act I Potent Hunger
Hunger, it is absolute. No matter what it is that you desire, some part of you is hungry for it.
No emotion can overcome hunger. It does not matter how sad, happy, angry, or melancholy you are; you are always hungry. Not even pain can shroud hunger
And I am not speaking of hunger for food and drink.
Naruto stared out his dirty apartment window, gazing at the tiny sliver of a handsome stone (sculpture of a) face, protruding from the steep, rocky face of what had been dubbed " Hokage Mountain". He had once imagined his own face, gloriously imprinted on the same cold, brown rock, but he could no longer bring himself to do such a thing. Perhaps such childish dreams had simply...eroded from his mind.
Cerulean eyes gazed quietly over his grubby apartment. Nine years, nine years he had lived here, among rats...and other...things.
He scanned his filthy clothes, mentally tracing the bloody spiral that was imprinted onto his telltale gray shirt. Four years, for four years he had searched for some meaning behind the wicked symbol that adored his clothing, and his navel.
His blue orbs closed as he lay down on the threadbare carpet that covered his living room. Two years, two years he had lived with the knowledge of what he was-or was to become.
Slowly standing up, Naruto approached the disjointed door which marked (and used to guard) the boundary of his threshold. He quietly closed the door behind him, with nothing but a few coins in his pocket. One year, thirty-five days, that was how long he had known what terrible crime he would commit on this date, October 10th, 2676.
Naruto would escape from Konohagakure, for he was hungry, hungry for freedom – and nothing can overcome hunger.
Naruto's blue orbs gazed at the gate, obsessed, as a light breeze ruffled his golden locks. His heart pounded in his throat as e slowly approached the massive, looming structure. It was the same rusting heap of metal that had stood against him for nine long years.
Today the Gates will FallNaruto dived into his soul searching for the same power that had escaped him so many times before. He stood alone, on the deserted street, swimming in his own thought.
Quietly, having spotted him standing their alone, a small mob of people slowly gather around the distant boy. Some started beating him, pushing him to the ground; others raped and defiled him, with spit- and other human...fluids.
It had just slipped his grasp, and he could already feel blood trickle for various spots on his body, why had he not hidden? How could he have been so stupid!? He had been too anxious for escape!
He quickly pushed all thought to the back of his mind, delving deeper into his soul. There! He lunged at the thin blue thread, grasping it with both hands and winding it around his thin fingers.
Oh the power! Oh, the wonderful exhilaration!
Naruto's eyes glazed over as he thought of flooding all of Konoha! But soon diminished the thought, he had bigger fish to fry. He slowly rose from the rough pavement, wrapping himself in wonderful aquamarine cloth. He smiled at the mob of people, incased in ice, their beady eyes wide in shock, just below the smooth, clear surface of the ice.
Naruto could feel the power in his bones as he walked towards the infamous, Konohagakure Gates. The power within him was ancient, and strong...not...it was...potent.
And with that he strolled of into the setting sun...leaving a gapping whole in the all-but-impenetrable Great Wall of Konohagakure behind him.
Author's Note: Wow! Long break...well...ya...sorry 'bought that! Anyways (I've been totally obsessed with Harry Potter okay? Happy now?) I hope to work on this a lot this summer (since I don't have anything else to do), and since I finally found out where this story is going...well...I'm not promising anything yet, but it might mean longer chapters. I didn't edit this by the way...so don't bother reviewing if it is just a spelling error. Well...Oh! I need suggestions for pairings, but trust me, I am going to be quite biased...so...ya...PLEASE REVIEW (I just had to say that okay!).
