A/N: Sorry, this chapter was short.
Blue eyes startled open, the sky welcoming him home and the wind gently tugged his hair. The child pushed himself to stand on his feet only to yelp as the atmosphere disorientated him and he fell to his knees.
The child steadied his arms, slowly pushing his legs to stand even as his vision blurred. Once balanced, the blonde took a step forward and fell smack on his face. Grumbling, the child stood up again and slowly took each step with an apprehensive face.
A few hundred meters ahead, the shoulders relaxed only for gravity to still disorientate him and he fell, his arms taking the impact. Whimpering, the child made to push only to slam harshly on the ground, the dirt catching in his mouth.
"If it isn't the demon."
Grunting, the child turned his head, eyes peeking from under his lashes, the blonde froze in disbelief.
Cream kimono ruffles of the finest silk and embroidery of the rich decorated every inch of the man. His handsome twisted in fury, his lips in a thin line as he dug the heels of his boot on the small child's back.
The blonde stared blankly.
The wealthy man's jaw tensed, he bent down to hold the child's neck and lifted him.
Immediately, the child's breath left him as he struggled in the large hands of man.
"You destroyed everything!" the man's hands tightening on his neck.
The blonde tried punching at the hands, his eyesight covering in black spots and as he tried to breathe, his heart thumping wildly the chokehold changed, the hands gripped the child's waist and Naruto was left to choke in the fresh air.
Vision still blurred, the blonde did nothing to escape the hold, heart hammering in his throat.
The man led him to a two-storey building under the shade of a grand tree, through lush gardens and singing birds. The blonde wanted to cry, but he withheld his tears, not giving the man the satisfaction of the pain that would no doubt happen.
Inside, the rooms were bright, the sun shining in the right position and golden rays flooded the area. Quality furniture was placed strategically and the smell of fresh flowers came to the blonde's senses, he could hear the soft music play somewhere deeper in the house and the man brought him further in.
To another door, down a set of stairs and the light was cut-off there.
Blue eyes glared, even as the man's features appeared menacing in the flickering firelight. The man had the senses to flinch under the well-trained Uchiha glare that hadn't been used in a while.
The wealthy man gritted his teeth and smacked the insolent demon's cheeks.
The child was so used to the silence that he didn't utter a sound, even as tears sprung from his eyes at the force.
Still in the man's hold, blue eyes watched as the man released one of his hands to grab something from the fire, a red, hot, iron tool. His eyes widening, conclusions springing in the blonde's mind he reacted before the man began to turn.
Small strands of red chakra appeared at the child's torso, licking the man's hands with a gentle, barely-there touch. As more chakra travelled up the man's arm and reached towards his neck, the red chakra changed, becoming thicker and sinister.
Chakra in liquid form, red, hot, burning chakra touched the man's skin and he screamed, the hand holding the child releasing.
Landing on his butt, the blonde glared as the red liquid crawled up the man's face, his arms thrashing on the floor.
The child watched in fascination as it sunk into the skin, eating the flesh, even as one eye was consumed, the man was still kept alive, screaming his soul out.
His thrashing had hit on some object hidden in the shadows, spilling on the floor.
The man kicked the object and it began to roll towards the fire, not wanting to find out and taking his chance, the child ran up the stairs and towards the entrance just as the objects protection burned away from the fire and the substance inside it touched.
Naruto was at the edge of gardens, the trees outlining the boundary closing in and as he took another step, the child was thrown bodily off his feet and crashed towards the trees, red, hot, fire licking at his heels.
The second explosion had him scrambling through his pain, out of the property and running from the general area.
The third explosion was the loudest and largest, the impact wide enough to once again lift the blonde of his feet and thrown in some other direction he didn't know. A sharp hit on a tree branch had the child's eyes rolling back.
