The Chronicles of Uzumaki Naruto

Chapter One - My Loneliness Part 1

[Inspired by Naruto Sad Soundtrack(s)]

"Why would you want to know? You probably think I'm a monster just like every other person in this village!" the six year old boy screamed. Thick, hot tears streamed down his face as he felt the crimson liquid drip from his wounds, staining the cement ground dark red. "All you care about is this village! I hate this village! I have everyone in it—I hate it all! I hate you!"

Sarutobi widened his eyes, a sharp pain suddenly jabbing in his chest. It hurt him greatly to see the son of his successor degrade to this level of pain and loneliness. Minato and Kushina wanted Naruto to live a fulfilling life, where everyone would look up to him as a hero, the savior of the village hidden in the leaves. But the exact opposite had happened and the sight of Naruto, the six year old boy crying his heart out, scared and unsure, squeezed his heart dry until every last bit of emotion dripped away. He loved the boy, so much like his own grandson that seeing him in so much pain, Sarutobi wished he could do something—anything—to relieve the little boy of his torment.

The older man began walking towards the little boy, who backed away. "Naruto, as the Hokage, I must look after this village and its people—you included. I cannot understand what you are going through, but what I do know is that you are never alone. I am always here for you. In fact, I care more about you than any other person in this entire village."

His last statement stopped Naruto in his tracks. Did Sarutobi truly mean that? Or was he playing tricks to confuse his mind, send him back into that pool of utter hatred and despair?

"If…If you care about me so much, why make me live amongst those people! If you knew that I was going to be hurt, why didn't you do something?"

"It had been your choice Naruto—"

"I don't care! You could have stopped me, locked me away inside your house, chained me down to the bed, anything! Yet you…" he said through his sobs, "you didn't do anything to…to…" The little boy fell to his knees, clutching his body as tightly as he could to alleviate the pain, trying to let out all his agony. Why did he have to be the one to suffer the most?

Why me?

With a confident step, though he was greatly saddened and so close to being heartbroken, Sarutobi knelt down in front of the boy and embraced him in a tight hug. He let the boy cry onto his Hokage robe, releasing all the sadness that dwelled within his small being. No child should have to bear this much pain as Naruto did. But, unfortunately by fate, the six year old host of the Kyuubi had to face it all, take it in, and die from the inside out.

After a few hours, Naruto had finally calmed down and lay on Sarutobi's lap, head resting on the old man's chest. His eyes were red and puffy from the hour long crying, now replaced with small sounded hiccups. The entire time Sarutobi and clutched onto the child and sat down in his office chair, patting the boy's back, trying to reassure him everything would be okay, though he knew the taunting and extreme prejudice would never change. But he tried his best to calm the sobbing boy the best he could nonetheless.

"H-Hokage-sama", Naruto whispered. The sound of his voice worried Sarutobi; it was so dull and emotionless.

"Yes, Naruto?"

"I…I want to see Netora-san again. I miss him." He sniffled a little.

"He'll be back soon." Please hurry Netora-san, I'm not sure he can last any longer without you here.

A/N: I had the urge to continue writing, so I decided to continue on with this. Read, review, favorite, follow-cheers!

(P.S. Next chapter coming up VERY SOON :D)