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Note: Sorry for the short chapter. Oh, and please review.
Chapter 4:
Naruto repeatedly looked left and right, in dire need to find an escape as the dead end had started to near. Unfortunately, the fair-haired boy had entered an alley like structure during the chase and thus had to come to realize the truth that he was surrounded by walls and the only exit is to turn back, which was like greeting death.
And just moments later, Naruto found himself slamming against the wall that signaled the end of the road; it was almost as if slamming against the bitter truth. Naruto trembled against the wall, groping around to hopefully, miraculously find a secret passage to escape. However it seemed that neither Lady Luck nor the fairy of miracles was by his side.
But before he could carry out further investigations of the moss-covered damp wall, the packs of boys had finally hunted him down and were now surrounding him and soon the torture will begin.
A boy stepped out of the semi-circle that they had formed around Naruto, probably the leader amongst the boys since he looked the biggest and toughest. He had a well placed smirked on his merciless looking, predator-like face as he raised the kunai that he was holding, slowly aiming it toward the trembling 'prey'.
The boy smirked a tight smirk and pulled his hand back, the action to prove that he was going to release the kunai which will soon jab in Naruto's body. After pulling back, the boy powered all his energy and threw the well-sharpened kunai with much force. Naruto clenched his eyes shut. He knew very well, that he could have easily attacked back and send the boy running home but he couldn't as he knew very well that he rather wished for death than to provoke the villagers.
A long time back, when he had found himself in a similar situation, he decided to freely attack his attackers and placing them in a very bad state. However, he had faced the music the next day when the older villagers decided to gang up on him, very much livid at the fact that the demon had dared to attack their kind. The beating was so bad; he could barely stand up for the next few days. So he waited for the unbearable pain to come... but somehow it didn't.
Surprised that he didn't feel anything even though the kunai was released, Naruto reopened his eyes in confusion, wondering if perhaps he would find himself coated in blood with a kunai digging into his body but he didn't...he only found a silver haired man, holding the weapon that was aimed at him in his hand.
The man had his back turned on him but Naruto could tell, he was in his late twenties and had remained his composure throughout the act since he was casually standing.
"Run away, you punks, run far, far away unless you would like the taste of your own medicine," the man spoke, his voice deep and gruff, with a hint of annoyance and laziness to it. The attackers seemed rather shocked as this was indicated by their wide eyes and their shivering bodies. They dropped their weapons and turned their tails and ran. Naruto was astonished to find out how much the power and superiority the man held that the attackers had run away by a simple command.
The silver haired man turned around to show Naruto his masked face, at which Naruto's eyes widened at. The feature that was visible to Naruto's naked eye was the left eye of the man. The way the man dressed and the way the man spoke, a light bulb lit up in Naruto's head.
"Y-you are H-hatake Kakashi...the copy ninja!" Naruto stammered his speech. He might be ignored and not tolerated; but it did not mean that he ignored people around him. If Naruto could not get into the conversations with the fellow villagers; that did not mean he did not catch the flying gossips or eavesdrop on others. It was his way to be connected to the world.
"That's right, demon" even though he spat the words out, Naruto could tell that the man beneath the mask was smirking.
Kakashi narrowed his sole visible eye at the blonde boy that stood in front of him and scrutinized him.
'Could he really be? His looks, his behavior, his date of birth all adds up to everything. All this time, rumors said that he could really be the Yondaime's son but now coming face to face with the demon. The truth hits hard. No one knew the Yondaime as well as me and that's why, I know that Deidara's words were of the truth. The demon is the heir of the fourth Hokage,' Kakashi contemplated.
"Go, demon, run! Run away from this village, they would only inflict you with pain and nothing more. Go, demon, run in the wild where you belong, sing with the birds and play in the trees. This village is not your host and would never be. Take my advice and run," Kakashi hurled the words at the cowardly boy but Naruto had sensed a little warmth in those words. Naruto had become so needy of love; he could even find warmth in such hollow words like Kakashi's.
"Go away?" the aforementioned demon asked, looking up at the masked man.
"Yes, run away from this village, you future awaits you outside this village, go now, pack you bags and leave," the man advised and before Naruto could question the man further, the man vanished into thin air.
'Go away?' Naruto thought. His surprised face now held a smirk. He had gotten the answer to his questions that had lingered in his mind for many days. Yes, that is correct. He would leave this place and run.
And that was the night when Uzumaki Naruto left Konoha.
Love, Devil.
