A little angsty one-shot for Naruto. Probably not going to continue this one...
Naruto mindlessly trudged across the blistering sands of Kaze no Kuni, his mind frozen in fear, self-loathing, and disgust.
"You are the Kyuubi no Kitsune!" Mizuki's voice echoed around in his empty head, pounding against the side of his skull, crashing louder and louder into a cacophony of disbelief and terror.
He remembered vaguely that Iruka had said that he was only the container but now Naruto knew better.
Iruka was lying.
Monster! Demon!
Was Iruka one of the faceless villagers that terrorized him every day? One of the constant attempts to kill him on his birthday?
'You are the Kyuubi no Kitsune!'
Naruto stopped on the top of a huge sand dune and stripped off his heavy jacket, tying it around his waist and mechanically he cut his orange pants until they looked like normal shorts. He threw his goggles in the hot sand. He had no regrets; they had been from that liar Iruka anyway.
Naruto continued to trudge along, his mind in a daze, partly from dehydration and depression. He had gotten rid of the Forbbiden Scroll miles ago, outside of the gates of Konoha. To some it might have been priceless, but to him it was just dead weight. Sure he had learned Kage Bunshin no Jutsu, and he may have peeked at the other jutsu, but they had all been far too advanced and complicated for him to even comprehend. So he had left it, along with every other tie he had to the village.
He turned into the wind and marched on.