There was a calming glow washing over the streets of Konoha that night, and to the unsuspecting passerby who knew nothing of the village's history, it would seem welcoming and peaceful. Incidentally, were the visitor to enquire further into the matter, he might still find nothing to change his first impression. For along the streets of Konoha were colorful brochures, emblazoned with inspiring proclamations of peace, tolerance, acceptance, and prosperity. And the warm expression of the smiling older woman, featured on the face of these pamphlets, would surely seem to reassure anyone who might doubt the sincerity of these proclaimed virtues. Delving even further, the ignorant inquirer would fail to see that this seemingly sweet woman, named on the brochure as Utatane Koharu, was one of the most wicked people to ever grace the Village Hidden in the Leaves. He would also fail to recognize that behind this facade of love and peace, lay deeply rooted prejudices and untested fears of that which the inhabitants of Konoha chose not to understand. And finally, being within the walls, this innocent explorer would have been blissfully unaware of the blood-curdling screams echoing through the forest without...

The chunnin cried in unrestrained ecstasy as he pounded his swollen member mercilessly into the young jinchuuriki's bleeding entrance. His cries of pleasure were intertwined with the blonde's wails of agony in a cruel contrapuntal symphony of despair and suffering.

"Shut your mouth you stupid demon fuck!" the chunnin screamed murderously, which almost immediately turned into a borderline psychotic cackle as he thrust even harder.

Naruto, hunched over on his hands and knees, was expending all of his effort in the attempt to do just that, for he didn't want to give the cruel shinobi any satisfaction from this relentless abuse. Alas, it was just too painful to keep all of the rattling sensations within. A horrible mixture of sweat, blood, and tears were running down the innocent's face in unforgiving streams, burning his eyes and blocking his nasal passage. He was gripping the dirt so hard in his distress, that all but three of his fingernails had been ripped off at the cuticles. However, he hardly noticed these troubling new developments, as most of his focus was on surviving the overwhelming pain coursing from his rectal cavity to his upper intestines. His breathing quickened involuntarily as he struggled to stave off the unwanted pleasure that threatened to join his already unbearable suffering. Just when Naruto thought he couldn't possibly be any more humiliated, he felt a soft and wet sensation travel up his resisting shaft. He felt himself shudder in fear and unwanted need as he opened his cerulean orbs to find the previously unnamed genin sprawled out beneath him with a smirk on his face.

"Hey good-looking," cooed the genin teasingly as he roughly fingered the head of Naruto's manhood. "Too bad you're a fucking demon whore. You would be a great new toy to add to my collection," he said regretfully.

Naruto twitched nervously at the thought of such a horrible fate as he continued to be berated on both fronts without pause. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Death would be better than this. At least the pain would cease. And the confusion. Why were they doing this to him? He knew he could be troublesome sometimes, being a prankster and all, but surely this was beyond the punishment he deserved. And besides, he only did those things for attention. The jinchuuriki was terribly lonely, and desired companionship and acceptance above all else.

'Maybe I don't deserve to be loved. I should just give up. I am of no worth to anyone,' Naruto thought to himself.

Little did he know that he housed the Kyuubi no Kitsune--the most powerful bijuu known to exist. Even had he known this, surely it wouldn't have been enough to change his now very solidly placed opinion of himself. The dejected blonde lowered his head in defeat, wishing for nothing more than a dark corner where he could cry himself into oblivion.

The hour was late, and the Sandaime knew he had little time if he wanted to escape Konoha, with Naruto, unnoticed. Dawn would be approaching in a couple of hours, and with it, the rising of Konoha's 'bigots', as he called them in his head. Knowing the implications of his failure to leave before that fated moment, the wizened man wasted no time in heading for his 'grandson's' apartment complex. He shook his head at the oddity this image presented. The fact that this six-year-old child lived on his own in a dilapidated building, in one of the most dangerous parts of the village, made the great Hokage want break down into tears. As if the horrors Naruto had suffered at the hands of the villagers weren't enough, his tenant had raped him multiple times as a form of payment for rent. Sarutobi had to hold his hand to his mouth to prevent the approaching nausea at the thought of it. 'If only I had known!' he mentally screamed. If it wasn't for that blessed man Shikaku Nara, one of the only men he could actually trust, the old man supposed the despicable tenant would have never been found out.

--Flashback--

As it so happens, the brilliant head of the Nara clan had been idly strolling by that particularly nasty part of town, when he heard suggestive cries of pain coming from the side window, on the first floor of the sickly green complex. With his superior shinobi skills, he was easily able to infiltrate the building without his presence being realized. As he rounded the corner, past the peeling wall-paper, what he saw through the crack in the splintered door caused even this battle-hardened ninja to become weak in the knees. The shock he initially felt at seeing this poor child in such a compromising position quickly turned into unbridled fury has he fully understood who this boy was. Without a second thought, he threw the door open and immediately thrust his arm out from his toros in the direction of the rapist. From seemingly every corner of the room, an ominous dark, reminiscent of multiple shadows, sped toward the sexual predator hungrily, its tendrils lashing out aggressively in response to the intense rage of its wielder. As they reached the pudgy man's frame, the shadows converged to form a gnarled hand that steadily crept up his torso. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, and only just then was the tenant able to perform a coherent sentence in response to the viscious attack.

"W-what is the meaning of this?!" he weazed has he felt the seemingly incorporeal hand strengthen its grip around his exposed throat. "I'll have you fucking arrested for coming in here unannounced! And the little shit was just about to give me a blowjob. Couldn't you have picked better timing?" The man hid his initial fear with a smirk, hoping to lighten the other man's mood at the expense of the demon child currently kneeling at his feet. 'Everything hates this fucking kid. I can use this to my advantage. This man was probably hired to kill me for some unpaid debts. Perhaps I can pawn the kid off to this chump in exchange for my life. Yes! Of course....' "Alright assassin. I know what you've come here for and who sent you. I don't have the money. You can tell Koharu-sama that yourself. But I have something to barter that will more than make up for my debt. Hehhehheh. You can even fuck him before you take the demon boy to her. I won't tell." The tenant knew he had gotten himself out of this mess now. He smirked in admiration of his own quick-thinking and even kicked the boy in the direction of his would-be assassin for good measure.

Shikaku was widely recognized and admired throughout Konoha for his level head and even temperament. None of these qualities manifested themselves in this particular moment, as one could literally feel the waves of wrath iminating from the Nara clan leader. After hearing what this fat ass had just said about the late Yondaime's only son, Shikaku wasted no time in violently closing his outstretched hand, which was mirrored by the shadow-hand still clasped around the tenant's throat. The force of the vice-like grip was so great, that the man's head popped off like a cork gone awry. As dark red blood gushed out of the open wound, Shikaku swiftly moved toward Naruto in an attempt to carry him bridal-style to the hospital. It nearly broke the powerful shinobi's heart when Naruto quickly backed away in utter terror.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything! Please!" the traumatized boy pleaded with tears streaming down his face. Such a response from the boy caused Shikaku's heart to break in half. He was absolutely horrified and torn that the boy thought he might harm him. He couldn't help but imagine his own son Shikamaru, who was Naruto's age, in this same situation and fell to his knees in defeat at the mere thought.

--End Flashback--

Sarutobi shook these terrible thoughts out of his head. It would do no good to dwell on that which had already transpired. He needed to focus on preparing a new life for Naruto outside of this accursed village, so as to prevent anything like that from ever happening again. The Hokage blinked in surprise as he realized he had almost passed his destination while so deep in thought. A smile graced his otherwise troubled features as his thoughts drifted to Naruto's future, and the exciting journey of helping him unlock his immense dormant power. The boy would be a force to be reckoned with when he tapped into his seemingly endless chakra reserves. The Sandaime had to admit though, for all his knowledge and experience, he wasn't sure where he would even start with the boy's training. But no matter. The responsibility of training Naruto would not rest solely on his shoulders. He had already seen to that.

Sarutobi was broken out of his trance when he noticed the door to Naruto's apartment was off its hinges. The old man, terrified, raced into the room at a speed far beyond the capacity for someone of his age, only to discover an absolutely destroyed living space. Broken glass littered the floor, Naruto's sole couch was capsized, and there was a gaping hole in the wall next to the modest bed. As the Sandaime quickly inspected the hole, he realized it was about the circumference of his grandson's head.

The great Hokage clenched his fists in fury as he imagined what might be currently happening to the boy. Without a moment to spare, he quickly transported himself back to his office, pulled his scrying ball out of his desk drawer, and threw it on the desk, already frantically searching for the boy. He focused his mind solely on Naruto so as to guide his scrying ball to the boy's current location. When the fog in the device dissipated, his eyes widened in momentary shock, which quickly turned to unbridled rage. Without a moment to spare, the rightfully-feared leader of Konohagakure leapt out the tower window in all of his glory and sped off at a frightening speed toward the gates leading out of the village. 'Hold on my grandson. I am coming!'