The Grand Chasing History
By: Silverwolf
Here's what I know: my father died of a gang shooting when I was a few months old. My mother died giving birth to me. Oh... maybe I should tell you who I am. My parents named me Naruto Uzumaki. Any other questions?
They say I should start at the beginning, but I'm too young to remember the beginning so I'll start from the point I remember and that will be my beginning. By that time I'm three and the rest of the lower members of the gang pushed me around and tormented me. One of the left me with scars like animal whiskers. That why they started calling me a fox. Probably that and way I acted. Unlike the rest of the children among the members I was always busy with some kind of prank. Most were rather harmless even if someone wasn't amused by them.
Anyway as I got a little older it was my time to learn the ways of those around me. But unlike them I wasn't as strong. One of the female's once said my heart was too pure for me to ever be one a true member. Instead I was shoved around between houses for someone new to watch over every other day. It wasn't fun being the child sleeping on the couch and living out of a duffel bag. The only remenants of ever being born to the man in charage was a stuffed hound dog I pulled from my crib along with me in the beginning and a spiral tattoo around my navel that hd been there as long as I could remember.
What I did never mattered. I was moved around constantly so I didn't really have a home. The living members of my insane family didn't really want me. I was told all the time I had no family. Sometimes if someone grew bored of me they locked my in a closet or something like that. But this was my life. One step that wasn't liked and I was hit. I learned to fight fast, not that I always won.
At eight I came across my worst enemy. Left to stay the night with a lower member I soon learned he lived next to the police chief. Of all the places to live. Anyway I found out fast the guy had two sons. And one of them didn't exactly fit the picture of model citizen. He was my age. I did my best to avoid them both. Even when someone cracked my head. I'd all ready been taught not to narc on anyone.
When I was twelve one of the other children my age beat me up pretty bad. That was when I first dicovered how things were done off the books. I remember someome telling me that day wasn't my day to die. Anyway, my treatment was carried out along whatever couch I was left upon. Though I knew since I didn't win I was going to get a beating. So there I was bleeding all over a couch when everything went dark.
I woke up three days later in a real hospital. I was told that i'd even died for a bit. All I could remember was this odd dream. I'd met my parents. My father even told me that it was time for me to decide to survive without being someone's punching bag.
I think I left the hospital sometime that day. I just got out of the bed and ran away without looking back. I know freakishly odd, but I figured I was in for another beating for costing everyone else profit. I made myself up a new name. Roaming the streets in hopsital clothing gets you odd looks. Despite that soon became a partner of a local pick-pocket. We had fun even though he kept most of the money we took for himself. During that time I stayed in whatever abandoned place we could get in. sometimes we even slept on the carpet of a fancy business.
Despite that my past would soon catch up with me. Especially when he brought me back to the area I was born. During my time roaming there I was caught by someone I left behind. They beat me up. To make matters worse they destroyed the web of lies I'd built to protect myself from my past rather swiftly. Along with beating the crap out I became their hostage. It wasn't like anyone in charge remembered my father anyway. It took me three nights to escape from there. During the time I kept on the move too scared to actually sleep. I was now fourteen.
While taking to my roaming I realized that my past left me with deep scars. Not all were physical. I also used to sneak into this old theater. I'm talking the type with a stage and actual people acting. Not for the movies. Anyway I soon found the old man that owned the place didn't mind the building as my new shelter as long as I put in a bit of time into cleaning the place up. Not that I liked the job.
But there was something... or should I say someone I would come to like around the job. In the front row usually sat a teen around my age with raven hair. That was when he wasn't on the stage performing. I now had a lot of questions for the old man running the old theater. And the old geezer didn't share most of the answers. He threw me to the wolves when my past caught up with my again.
In my running I snuck through a restaurant service door and ended up slamming straight into the same raven teen I saw before at the theater. Stumbling for words, bleeding, and panting for air there wasn't a way for me to procress the threats I heard. Once again my vision would fall dark.
What I never expected was to wake once again in a hospital bed. This time as my eyes opened onyx stared me in the face. He had questions that I had to answer. I also realized I was far from the life I knew when one of the nurses grinned at the teen sitting in my room. That day I learned his name was Sasuke Uchiha. And he was an emancipated minor. He apparently owned and opperated the restaurant I entered before passing out.
I told him I'd pay for whatever damage I did and a scowl was the response I got. That wasn't all though. I watched him narrow his eyes at me. And then I heard the oddest demand I ever heard someone state to a stranger. He told me I would pay for turning his kitchen into chaos with my appearance. And that payment would begin as soon as I was released. I got the offer of the couch when he saw my beat up duffel bag and realized I had to living out of it. I think he was surprised when he heard fear with my response along with the request for him to find a stuffed hound dog.
That was two years ago. I guess I could consider it odd that my captor became my lover. I can't say I don't still fear my past finding me. After all I'm the son of Minato Namikaze and my father's repuation was highly well known. There's a huge difference in my life now though. I'm not alone... this time I'm safe. I'm loved, really loved. And I think I'll tell you more as my tale continues. That's all from me, Naruto Uzumaki. This time at the side of a police chief's son. His name is Sasuke Uchiha, don't forget it.
A/N: In case it's not clear enough this chapter is in Naruto's POV. Hopefully it's liked
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