Section: Naruto
Genre: Supernatural, Romance
Pairing: male OC X (Surprise) male
Summary: A normal person from the real world dies and ends up in the world of Naruto or better known as the nightmarish world full of death and destruction. Slash. Yaoi.
Warning: Yaoi, shounen ai, slash, boyxboy whatever. Mentions of rape. Dark themes. OC with skewed morals and questionable sanity.

Chapter Three – A new beginning

I was understandably ecstatic to finally find a place to live away from the harsh weather. That was, until I realized that it made no difference for all those attacking me. I had at first taken to remain indoors to avoid meeting anyone, but it did not seem to stop those filthy, spiteful and disgusting creatures that are the villagers. They always waited until I was alone before breaking into the apartment and attacking me much like they had done on the streets.

After the night they had been stopped by those ninja, they had stopped for a few months before starting again with much more vitriol. I was disgusted that they had not been imprisoned after being caught attacking me. They had just been let back into society with a slap on the wrist.

My hatred and resentment for the village and all those residing within kept increasing without my knowing. It was… annoying how they never acted like this to Naruto. What was so special about him that he was spared such pain? Heck, I even saw my dearest brother playing –playing – with some other village children. He had made friends, while I was left alone and suffering.

Since that day I had witnessed those ninja stopping the villagers attacking me so easily, the idea of becoming strong like them, if not stronger, had been something I had entertained quite frequently. With my knowledge of the future from my previous life I had an advantage, though I was unsure of the changes that could occur because of my presence. The fact that Naruto had friends already was a sign that I had changed something. He was not supposed to have any friend until he became a ninja as the villagers never let him play with their children. Well, it was either that or my knowledge had no say in the future and nothing would actually happen like they had in the story.

It would have been so easy to pretend that all this was just a silly dream, that I had not actually died and that I was actually in a coma, sleeping away and dreaming about this crazy situation. The only problem was that I could not deny reality. How could I deny the pain I felt every time I was attacked? How could I deny the anger and resentment welling up in me when I looked at my brother's happy face? How could I deny the changes happening to me? I was no longer who I had once been before. It would seem like when I had died, all my chances of happiness had died with me. It would seem like I had died in more than one way. I was no longer myself; I was a dark soul full of dark emotions and ambitions.

On the other hand, there was one thing I was particularly grateful for in this life and that was my instincts. They were what had helped me to survive on the streets so long in that pitiful body barely out of toddlerhood. For instance that time when my instincts had prevented me from eating a few berries I had found in the forest near the village. My curiosity had made me take some and then force them down a stray cat I had found. They next morning the cat had died after a terrible fever that had lasted the night. Then there was that time when my instincts had screamed at me to find a safe place to sleep for the night. That night they had had a harsh storm over the village. It was not as if someone was actually telling me what to do, it was more along the lines of feelings that I got in different situations.

Thus, when my instincts told me to start meditating if I wanted to start getting stronger, who was I to disobey? I did not really know how to do it, so all I did was sit cross-legged on my flimsy bed and close my eyes before concentrating on my breathing. It took some time, a good few hours actually before I felt a flicker of something going through me.

Surprised, I startled but did not break my meditative state. For days I did the same thing until the flicker gradually became a subtle flow of some kind of energy going through my body. A couple of months of doing this, the small trickle became a torrent that started to overwhelm me. It took me a while to realize what it was. Chakra, the power known to this world, and I had so much of it.

I knew for a fact that gaining control of this energy would be the first step of gaining power, but trying to control it was like trying to keep water in a sieve. For three months I spent trying to do something with this chakra in vain. I was starting to lose hope in ever being able to protect myself when I had an epiphany. If I could not control the ocean, then why not trap it and try to control it drop by drop, instead of taking the whole thing. It would take long, I had no doubt, but I knew I would be more successful like this.

The only problem was where could I store this amount of energy? It had to be a part of me as it would be useless if I tried to store it in some kind of object, not that I knew how to do that or if it was even possible. I started with my nails; it was not like they were particularly important. I had first thought of my hair, that I had started to grow out, but I did not want to go bald of anything went wrong, which was very likely. Weeks of pushing my chakra to my nails had… surprising consequences.

I had not realized what had happened until a day when I was again attacked. Those attacks had become the norms for me with how frequently they happened. I was getting used to the pain and it was almost only a dull throb ever time the villagers beat me.

It would seem like they had started to realize the importance I had started to put in my hair. I had to admit that I became slightly obsessed with it. I had never had such silky hair before and it was so much like the blood I saw practically any other day.

One of the villagers had gotten a knife, gloating about how he was going to reduce my hair to nothing. I… lashed out. One moment the man was leaning over me with a disgusting leer and the next he stumbled back with a scream, blood gushing out of his chest where my fingers had dug in. It had been surprisingly easy to cut through his clothes and then chest. It was almost like cutting through butter with a hot knife.

I was fascinated.

For that day, the attack had ended when the men rushed their friend to the hospital but I was too far gone to care. For the first time I had been able to hurt back my tormentors and I was not even six yet. That had been enough proof that I was on the right path, especially when I realized that I had involuntarily strengthened my nails until they were rock hard and as sharp as any newly sharpened knife. How I had not hurt myself accidentally all this time was beyond me.

One good thing happened that day; I had found a way of defending myself, though I may not be ready to exact my revenge yet. Then I thought if I was able to strengthen my nails with my chakra, I could very well strengthen my hair too. The villagers would have nothing to hold over me. The only precious thing to me was my hair. Not even Naruto mattered. I did not know if it could be used as a weapon but there was no way I was going to let anything happen to my precious hair.

And maybe, just maybe, I would be able to survive in this hellhole until I accomplish my revenge.

You will find that he has thoughts and reactions that sometimes seem silly (eg. his newest obsession with his hair). This is to put an emphasis of his continuing loss of sanity and self.

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