Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto because Kishimoto does.

AN: I forgot to mention that this fic is inspired by 'A world full of monster' and 'KIll or be killed'. Give them a read they are pretty awesome and will not regret doing so.

Edit 19-01-17: Hahaha another one is down! Damm internet leaving me for so many days just because of a stupid rain so unfair. The next chap will be edited soon and probably after four months I will come back here and do some edits there and over there.

Who could have expected that ninjutsu to be that deep, what I was trying to say was that my belief about ninjutsu or genjutsu were mostly about memorizing the name and the hand seals as well with the correct amount of chakra and a flashy jutsu could be spawned out of nowhere? However I was proved wrong the moment I got ahold of a jutsu scroll, every jutsu comes with a brief or long history; depending on their rank, explaining the reason why it was created and its purpose both in life and battlefield. Then every hand seal had a specific purpose for being and why in that specific order, before finishing the lecture right at the end the requirements were written, though that part wasn't really much helpful or informative, straight up telling genin reserves and regular chakra control was a little vague, to be honest.

And that detail needed to go to the list of less priority, but I memorized what I could for the future, besides every single scroll I got my hands on were practically harmless jutsus, like the kawarimi, Henge, the bunshin and finally the Shunshin.

But that raises the question of how I got my tiny hands in those scrolls, the answer was that my mother was working as a full-time instructor at the academy; mostly teaching the future ninjas how to perform the basic academy jutsus. And I was glad that she always had them at the tables most of the time rather than the shelves.

Another good thing about my family was about how they weren't that traditionalist like some of the Konoha clans, so I had a chair where to seat; the chair which I used to get access to said scrolls from the table where my mother spent her time working.

However, for a 3 years old snotty brat, I was doing a very good job so far; they didn't even suspect a thing.

Well, not everything was about learning jutsus or planning something, I had to enjoy life a little you know? Starting by going to the park along with my mother who just finished the shopping for the next week, if she was a civilian she would be overloaded with bags but she was a kunoichi and as such, she used sealing scrolls for all the shopping. Since the sun hadn't left there was some time which was used for me to enjoy out in the open with other kids of my age; of course I didn't know any of those brats and surprisingly I never once went to another baby house, probably because my family friends didn't have babies yet or they were old for me. Anyways that didn't stop me from trying to enjoy, though many times I was very close to snap and let my frustration get the best of me; kids around my age were stupid to even if it wasn't their fault for not having developed their intelligence yet I couldn't bring myself to care about that fact. Trying to make them understand with mere words was a waste of time, I thought for a long time about teaching them with my fists but my mother would deal with the consequences of my actions if I were to punch another kid. Even more, if said kid was part of a powerful clan, but I couldn't help but wonder about those other kids who were fighting; really fighting with punches and kicks. Sadly I couldn't watch much about them because my mother took me away from the scene because I was too young to learn anything violent yet, a very nice sentiment.

From there I was placed on a sandbox where I met another nameless girl who was making a pathetic excuse of a sand castle, I could be a jerk and destroy it but obviously, I wasn't a jerk or a bully whatever term fitted better in that sentence. Without much to do I simply played with sand creating mountains or throwing it around the box or just digging a hole with my bare hands; time passed just like and my mother was coming to pick me up which I was glad because accidentally some of the sand landed on her face resulting on the slow process of tearing up only to broke down to cries.

She grabbed my hand and helped me to get out of the box without noticing the little girl on the verge of crying.

"Come on Kichiro-chan, is time to go home." She said while wiping away all the remaining sand from my clothes.

Normally I could be an obedient kid and follow her but there were other games I wanted to do before leaving, except the sandbox since I didn't want to meet that girl's parents.

"But I wanna keep playing!" I childishly replied, while crossing both arms in refusal without forgetting to add the angry pout of a kid.

I expected her to frown a little and repeat the same again, not a sweet smile of her lips while leaning very close to my face.

And here I thought that would like this new toy." I wasn't very focused but from somewhere she pulled out a box of a toy, of course bribing wouldn't work against me but when I looked at the box it was one of those expensive toys which were boxed for preservation and probably was the new generation which no matter what age you were, you simply wanted to have that toy for your collection.

You monster! How dare you to manipulate my young mind with such materialistic thoughts?!

"Nononono!" All refusal left me in one go and I took haste to take the lead. "we can go home Kaa-chan." I shouted from the distance, I left her behind but not by much, enough distance between us where I could clearly see her giggling at my antics.

I noticed how the box was sealed inside of one of her scrolls while she walked up to me and offered her hand which I took without hesitation letting her guide me through the streets of Konoha.

It is nice, you know?

Those small moments of life when nothing about the future or past truly matter because the present is what you only care as you want it to never end. To think three years had already passed, is not possible to see my family as mere tools, always there for me giving me that unconditional love which is impossible to replicate. In the end, they grew in me in a different way, until I reached the age for me to become a shinobi I decided to simply enjoy life as much as I could. After all I got all that I could get, which was within my reach; for example, I had already unlocked my chakra, perhaps it was dangerous but with all the free time I had I couldn't just try besides she had already introduced me chakra to get familiarized with it.

For the moment my objective was to arrive home and enjoy what remained of light with them playing and eat something that wasn't some of those baby food which was horrible by the way. I was a little older for that but they insisted telling me over and over again that it was good for me because I would grow strong and healthy. Not a single attempt of persuasion worked against them, but at least there were times in which they were generous enough to give me some sweets which I loved so much so everything was all and good.

I had to stop right in front of my house and looked at the sky one more time, that clean and cloudy sky which soon would be filled with stars gave me a nice feeling one which I couldn't help but smile in response.

"Come inside Kichiro!" She called me from the door which was already open, where my father was also waiting for me.

He had his arm around her giving me the warmest of smiles.

They weren't my real parents but...

The only thing I could do was to keep enjoying the gift of life once again.

Why?

Just why?

I had been asking myself that one word question for a long time and still I couldn't find myself close to answer it; or better said I couldn't find myself to answer because I knew the answer and I didn't want to take responsibility, even if the situation couldn't have been helped I knew and by knowing I could have done anything but yet I didn't.

Because I was careless.

I, Kichiro Hasegawa became an orphan at the age of three.

The Bijuu of the Nine-Tails attacked Konoha last night under the Command of the masked man or better said, Obito Uchiha. It was a tragic day for Konoha, the village lost its beloved Yondaime as well as many shinobis and civilians but mostly from the civilian side.

Also, the day where my family died.

But at the end what could I have done?

I was a stupid midget who would become four years old in a few months. And I had been telling myself over and over again that there was nothing I could have done to avoid that particular event; even many others had been telling me the exact same thing however they didn't know I knew it would happen because I was too distracted to remember, that guilt was eating me alive. The pain didn't fade, always present and probably would last for weeks if not months, that unbearable pain right on the heart that makes you want to tear open your chest and rip out your heart hoping to remove that pain so it wouldn't torment you any more. But with my pathetic hands that was impossible, the only thing I did was to grab the fat off my chest and keep it there.

Every orphaned kid had been gathered in the park where the Anbu had been designating them and moving them into groups for a reason that I couldn't bring myself to care. Every single orphan had been desperately calling out for their parents with the never-ending hope that they would come for them but there was only one answer to that call.

Nobody came.

At least they were considerate to some degree, trying to comfort us to some extent but to be honest their attempt to comfort us didn't help at all to any of us. And I could tell their consideration of how they were handling us, especially me how they carried me to a different since I didn't answer to any of their calls. However couldn't tell their opinions about me, I wasn't openly crying like the rest but fresh tears drenched my face and didn't stop the flow; they probably assumed that I was in shock and I was but not to unhealthy extents and at the same time I was crying on the inside.

But I knew one thing in all that mess, I was going to be sent to the orphanage.

Normally kids were sent there temporarily until a relative or a designated guardian came to pick them up however in my situation I had nobody.

No guardians, aunts, godparents, cousins or grandparents; nothing at all.

I was utterly alone in a cruel and unforgiving world.

When I could form sentences I asked about the rest of my family and they answered me with sadness or bitterness, my father was from Kusagakure who fled to Konoha after losing all his family to the war, and my mother had the worst possible relationship with her family, for them she was good as dead.

The Shinobi world was a cruel place, one thing I learned about the orphanages was that they only existed to take care of the abandoned children from ninjas. A complete civilian kid was a rarity, from that point I wasn't surprised anymore at watching the number of scattered kids laying on the streets. Konoha could be a Major village but poverty would never be eradicated, besides as a Major village, they had the obligation to feed and educate their potential soldiers first.

And just like that, I had spent the following weeks sharing a full room with ten more kids, with the bright side being that each one had their own bed. However it wasn't the same, it wasn't comfortable or warm and every night nobody would be there to give you a goodnight kiss.

That abrupt change affected at every single one of us.

Every night I used to go to bed with a bright smile and an eager attitude to welcome the next day.

This time I wasn't excited to see the next day or any of the following days for that matter.

With weeks turned into months, my loneliness had been even more confirmed because nobody came for me. And the same could be said for my temporary roommates who at least stopped their incessant crying, any more of that and I would have given them a reason to cry to exhaustion.

Nothing worth to remember and nothing worth to actually care.

Most of that time which I could remember had been spent in watching the clouds move, besides it was practically the only thing I had been doing in those months. The shadow that the three near the orphanage gave was large enough for my little body and the beaches with leaves didn't obstruct my view, it was just perfect.

Funny thing was that I should be inside attending my lessons like the rests of the orphans but as stated many times before I simply couldn't care less.

My life my rules.

Besides, the caretakers didn't care as long as I behaved. She perfectly knew that I had been skipping all the lessons if her glare was any indication and let me add that she was a very harsh person, her punishment to misbehaving kids were from a slap to the wrist to complete isolation inside a dark room. So as long as we were good kids, she wouldn't care.

Good riddance, I was a good boy.

"I will not allow you to take those children."

My laziness had been replaced by the curiosity of the sudden loud voice, the tree wasn't that far from the building but for me to be able to hear it loud and clear it meant that the owner was very serious though didn't quite catch why she said that, perhaps an important event was developing under my nose and I needed to witness it.

"You have no say in the matter ANBU." Another voice made answered back with a very calm but cold demeanor making me stumble with my slow steps. "I had permission from the Hokage."

Once I manage to reach the corner I carefully leaned forward to catch the scene unfolding in front of me, I couldn't get an excellent view since I was only watching with my right ye but it was enough to get all the details. Right in front of the entrance was a woman with short brown hair who was part of the ANBU, it took one second to deduce that thanks to her attire and equipment she was wearing after all...she worked until her retirement for a more peaceful life. She was in a very firm position becoming an imaginary wall preventing access to the other person who was waiting for her to leave, but that man that man was the one was the owner of that oppressive aura and when my eyes laid upon him I almost made obvious my surprise and shock at realizing who was standing there, after all, who had half his body wrapped in... bandages?

Danzo Shimura, The darkness of the Shinobi was demanding entrance to my lack of surprise he wasn't alone, to his sides there were two operatives of his infamous Anbu, ROOT. There was only one thing that he would come, he was going to recruit the next generation of ROOT I could instantly understand why that woman was stopping him; perhaps she was protecting her friends' children.

"I don't care." A very harsh response came from her.

And just like that my jaw fell, giving a free pass to any fly passing by to enter inside. To hear such bold and defying response directed to such man, it truly said too many things of that woman; perhaps I found a lot of respect in her but maybe I was confusing idiocy with bravery.

"I will oversee this transgression if you step away and let me do my job ANBU." His stance didn't falter in the slightest, not even his drones, but the dead cold stare that he was giving send shivers down to my spine even if said stare wasn't directed at me. Then anxiety engulfed me for the Anbu operative, Danzo didn't have morals if my memory served me right and he could always kill her and walk away with his hands clean.

"Tori step away now." However the deathly tense environment was broken the moment a new Anbu operative landed next to her as he placed a hand on her shoulder, it was a gesture of true pity and understanding. It was clear that the newcomer understood her feelings but duty was first.

The newly introduced Tori at first remained static in her place only for a moment until she turned to face her companion, they might be wearing a mask but I knew that she was giving a pleading look behind her mask, begging for help.

"Please don't let him do this." Her broken tone was enough indication to confirm my suspicion of her current feelings, she was perfectly aware of how powerless she was but didn't want to accept it yet, many could have supported her but the interest of the village was first. If it wasn't like that then the orphanages would be filled with civilians kids and not only with potential shinobis.

"Hokage-sama has given his orders and we MUST obey them." After he spoke there was a long silence while the tension became thicker and thicker, I could even feel it. Then it was broken by a sudden cry of rage and despair, the perpetrator was no other but Tori. She hit the ground many times before running away.

Nobody does anything to stop her, all of us were just witness of her actions.

"I apologize from her behalf Danzo-sama." The Anbu quickly bowed in the utmost respects while the man in question looked totally unfazed. And his operatives were there like statues, practically dead to the world.

"This mishap had delayed me quite some time." And just like that, he went inside the building completely leaving my range of sight along with his drones, however, it wasn't the same for the remaining Anbu who was looking down with clenched fists. He was very angry but his mask kept it secret to others, then he left with a swirl of leaves.

But in my case, I didn't move from my spot.

I stood there peering from my corner because for some reason I felt safer there rather than my tree or any other place. Or maybe I was too scared to move, the fear to get caught by him and be put into his shinobi program.

Minutes later Danzo with his drones who were leading a small group of kids. I couldn't see their faces but from the sounds and their voices they looked a bit happier than before, they probably had hopes that they would be given a family or that he was adopting them that he would be their new family.

I only gave a dry chuckle in response.

Pity for them…

But in reality, I had not a single trace of pity for any of them, just because I couldn't care less for them. They had the bad luck to be chosen and they weren't me so why should I be concerned with the future of nameless kids who had no relevance at all?

If there was one thing I learned was that I was first before everybody.

It wasn't selfish, it was just like the world worked.