Konoha, October 10th, three years after Kyuubi incident
Running. That's all the small, malnourished boy could do as he was being chased by yet another mob of angry villagers. His long, spiky blond hair that was so faded it would be mistaken for white, reached all the way down to his shoulders and flowed with the wind. His blue eyes, dulled by mistreatment and a loss of hope. Clothes ragged and torn, old and non-protective from the cold elements. Bare feet, bruised and bleeding from constant running. Skin also pale and thin for lack of nourishment in days. This little boy who has seen too much hardship in her mere three years of life, was Naruto Uzumaki, the village 'demon', and today was unfortunately the third anniversary of the defeat of the nine tailed fox, and the death of the Yondaime Hokage. Both were things they blamed the child for.
This had been a common thing for the three year old as he had usually been chased by a few people every other day. Usually they were just chasing him away from a store or park or something like that. Fact is that all they did was give chase and throw some stuff at him, never going so far as October tenth.
The first Kyuubi festival was a little tame compared to the second. That time, all the villagers did was chase the boy and caught him rather easily. They then stuffed his tiny body in a sack and proceeded to hang the boy over a fire to 'burn for what he did to their families', as they cheered out. It took the Hokage and a few Anbu stepping in to stop it all, saving the boy from death the first of a few times. Fortunately, the boy was a fast healer and was back on his feet a week and a half later. When the boy asked the old man why they did this and why they called him a demon, the old Kage deflected the question and stated that they were just drunk and delusional.
The second time, the mob got a little more, creative. They caught him in his rundown apartment and held him in a warehouse for the entire day. There they did unspeakable things to the two year old. They burned him, stabbed him, beat him bloody and bruised, some of the more detestable men raped him harshly, pissed and defecated on him, hung him, drowned him, and even electrocuted his small genitals. This continued until a small girl with brown hair in a bun heard muffled screams when walking with her father to get home. She asked her father what it was and he checked. The sight disturbed him to no end and he quickly notified the worried Hokage. They managed to save the boy, but who knows how much psychological damage he sustained that day. As a precaution, the old Kage had monitoring tags placed onto the boy so he could find him through the crystal ball he had to peek on woman in the hot springs. He even asked the Yamanaka clan head to see inside the boys mind to see how bad it was. To say the blond man was disturbed was also an understatement. Both how those people treated and spoke to him. This seriously hampered the boys psyche and it took the Yamanaka head all day to repress the memories of that night. All the people involved in the boys violent night were arrested and unfortunately given community service by the civilian council since it was a civilian matter. The old man was beyond furious at them.
One good thing that came out of that was now the boy had a friend in that girl that noticed his screams. She pestered her father to take her to see the boy in the hospital and the two became fast friends. He enjoyed being around the girl as she was just absolutely wonderful and nice to him. She also enjoyed being around him as he was such a fun boy to be around despite being underfed and disheveled half the time she saw him, especially since she was rather tomboyish herself. The father actually liked his daughter and the boy being together and even thought of a marriage way later in the future.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. The third year had come and it was the boys birthday once again. He tried his best to avoid the populace as he remembered the year before in that sack above the fire, but for some reason couldn't remember last year. Maybe nothing happened that night. The boy had hid from everyone this day and seemed to be doing a good job of it for a few hours. He had eaten earlier that day and ensured that he wouldn't need anything for later until the day was done. He had hid in an alleyway far from his apartment and the festival and was actually in the Red Light district. As the day went on, the boy stayed secluded as to avoid everyone, even his only friend who was worried for him heavily, then it happened. Sometime during the night, someone spotted the blond boy in an alley sleeping. This silver haired shinobi deiced to causally inform some of the people at the festival later on. And that leads us to the here and now.
The boy was still running, trying every possible way to escape from his pursuers, but he could only do so much as a three year old. After around an hour of running and dodging thrown objects, his little body gave out as he collapsed near the edge of a place called the Forest of Death. He laid there, breathing heavily as he heard the 'good' people of the village sneering and laughing maniacally behind him. He didn't want to get hurt again like being in that sack over the fire and tried to will his body to pick itself up to run once more. The problem with that was when a shinobi threw a kunai into the back of his left shoulder. The boy screamed aloud at the sharp pain and fell to the ground, clutching his hurt shoulder. The group cheered as they walked over to him slowly, jeering on about last year and how to top that. The boy didn't know what they were talking about, only thinking about getting away from them all. The fear in his dull eyes was apparent and growing rapidly as his heart sped up faster and faster. In a burst of adrenaline and some strange red energy he didn't seem to notice, the boy picked himself up and ran towards the gate surrounding the forest. He found a small opening and went through it, not even caring that his already tattered clothes were ripped away, leaving in only a pair of dirty underwear. The people, fearful of the sounds and rumors of monsters within the forest stayed out, hoping the demon boy would be killed, while the three shinobi that were there decided to try their luck in finding the demon boy.
The boy ran and ran, not even caring that he was bleeding or exposed to the elements, just running away from those people. As he ran, he heard roars and other sounds all around him, causing him to run faster than before. While running away, his blood started to fall from him and onto the ground in a trail. The blood seeped into the ground and traveled down deep below. It kept going and going until it dripped down into something hollow. There, it seeped into this hollow space and dripped down onto something decayed and withered out.
Back to the boy, he finally gave out as he fell to the trunk of a cut tree with vines and moss all on and around it. The boy was breathing in ragged breaths as he tried to rest for now. The cold wasn't helping and he was starting to get a little lightheaded. That was when he noticed that he was still bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Why hadn't the wound closed yet? Well that had to do with the fact it was still lodged into his shoulder. The boy winced as he went for the metal object and felt a stinging pain. More blood flowed from his shoulder, down his back and onto the ground.
The hollowed area beneath had more of the red liquid falling into it. The decayed remains started to soak in the blood like a sponge as more and more kept falling onto it.
The boy curled into himself, finally growing the nerve and courage to remove the kunai from himself with a loud cry of anguish. He began to sob lightly as he felt alone once more. True, he had his friend, the girl along with her father and the old Kage at times, but they felt so far out of reach now. They could never be there for him at all times even when the girl's father insisted upon adopting the boy only to get shot down by the council. Why did the people do this to him?
The body began to twitch as the wound on the boy continued to flow with more blood than before.
Why do they hate him so much?
The blood began to rejuvenate the body below.
Who would allow their child to suffer this abuse for their entire life?
Suddenly, the body moved and began to breathe as the blood entered its mouth. Sharp, red eyes formed and fangs were seen from the mouth.
The boy sobbed some more as the cold air continued to pelt his body repeatedly. He continued to sob, completely unaware of the approaching three shinobi in the trees. They looked down below at the sad, pathetic demon near the tree trunk and smirked collectively. Deciding to take a more, intimate approach, they all brandished a kunai each and leapt down to do untold amounts of damage to the boy. When they landed, the boy had nearly passed out from losing so much blood. He slumped over and faintly heard the three shinobi in front of him talk about a poisoned kunai from before. The boy didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that this would be the end for him. The three shinobi surrounded the boy, the one in the middle picked him up by his neck and held him high. The one on the left ripped the boys remaining garment off while the one on the right simply laughed. They all spoke about avenging their beloved families and the Yondaime, something the boy had heard so many times in the past, before the all plunged their kunai's into vital areas of the boys body.
One in the jugular.
One in the heart.
One in the liver.
The boy couldn't even scream as the life in his eyes had finally died out. The shinobi grinned and laughed in arrogance as they pulled their respective kunai's out of the boy and dropped him on the ground so the beasts of the forest could consume him and leave no more traces of the demon anymore. They quickly left.
The blood from all four wounds poured into the ground, causing whatever was down below to feel completely rejuvenated to a human like body. It looked at its surroundings in utter malice and anger as it forced its way up past the hollow, through the dirt and to the surface where it let out a loud yell. The body was that of a tall, well toned man with a lightly tanned skin tone, long midnight blue hair, piercing red eyes with black slits in them, and a single scar on his chest going from where his heart should be to his peck. He was also partially covered in the boys blood.
He sighed after the yell he did and licked his lips. "Sweet." He started as he scooped some off of his body and tasted it some more. "Very sweet." His voice was smooth but carried a hint of malice to it.
He turned and looked down to see a child in nothing at all most likely dead already. He huffed as he was about to leave, grateful for the resurrection he went through because of the boy's blood, but he stopped when he felt something behind him. He turned around and could see red energy flowing off of the boy. This energy felt familiar to the man and he widened his eyes before quickly racing towards the child. He picked the boy up quickly and looked into the dead eyes that were slowly being consumed by darkness, and he smirked.
"It seems that this time, it really is my lucky day." He said before he barred his fangs and they glowed an orange color.
He bit into the boys neck, injecting him with something in the process.
AN: Hello there and I hope you enjoyed my very first chapter to my very first story here on Fanfiction. I hope to get some good reviews or suggestions and no flames, because flamers don't provide any valid criticism whatsoever.
The vampire in this story is an OC that isn't really based on anything that I know of. There will be a few more OC's along with many lemon's in throughout. I hope you all enjoy.