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"Our scouts notified us that the Kyuubi-No-Kitsune is en-route to the village at a frightening pace destroying everything in its path."
"It's time"
"I .. I promise .. on my father Hagoromo the sage of the six paths"
Konoha( Naruto aged 5)
Grey clouds littered the skies above , darker clouds darkened the skies, the evening air was crisp and cold. The village was alight with celebration the defeat of the great Kyuubi-No-Kitsune. The 10th of October was a special time for everyone in the village of Konoha , they mourned the morning and celebrated their lives at night, every villager but one ... this villager too thought this day as special once upon a time when he was more naive , blind to the worlds anger , blind to the hatred of someone losing a loved one and blind to the villagers anger towards him.
This was were we find a five year old boy dressed in a raggedy blue shorts , white t-shirt his shaggy blonde locks nearly covering his cerulean blue eyes. If anyone looked at the boy long enough and pictured him older they would've seen the resemblance to the celebrated hero however, no villager aside from a few saw the boy as a hero the rest saw him as nothing but a reincarnation of the Kyuubi-No-Kitsune .A living reminder of all that was lost in the battle five years ago —loved ones—brothers and sisters —husbands and wives — fathers and mothers . No, no one saw the resemblance and definitely not the mob of fifteen villagers armed with household weapons, knives, pitchforks and anything they could find while hunting the blonde boy that stood for so much destruction. Every year since the destruction of the village that nearly destroyed everyone they bided their time until the boy was no longer in the confines of the orphanage.
"There he is" screamed one villager , alerting the rest of his comrades that participated in the hunt for the 'demon boy'
The blonde boy ran through the streets of the village in fear, all he wanted was to see the festival that was held on his birthday, he didn't mean to bump into an angry mob. He apologized profusely but they didn't care for his apologies instead the sneered and looked at the boy with nothing but disgust and disdain in their eyes. It wasn't the first time he saw those looks..no he often saw them when waiting for his food at the orphanage, a piece of stale bread was all he got for the entire day—the matron of the village gazed at him with that look, it hurt ... his own heart broke each time the word demon was thrown at him ' abomination' they called him. The blonde was smart he didn't know why they called him that but he knew it had something to do with the fact that he was born on the 10th of October 5 years ago , when the village was attacked. Surely there were lore children born on the exact same day right? He couldn't be the only one enduring the wrath of these people he thought to himself. His thought process halted when he ran into an dead end. He stared helplessly at the closed wall , the only exit was cut off as the footsteps neared him. His eyes picked up the sound of raucous laughter , glee at his apparent predicament.
He backed up against the wall slowly while watching the mob of villagers descend maliciously upon him, each intent of killing him.
"We've got you now demon" grinned one man leading the mob, he two rusted kunai's in his hands.
The blonde pleaded for mercy but his plea fell on deaf ears
"Tonight you die, you'll pay for the suffering of my son!" Screamed the man catching the boy with the help of another villager.
"I'm sorry , i ... I didn't do anything ... I'm sorry I'm not a demon" he cried, his tears rolling down his cheeks. His begging was interrupted by sound of flesh tearing. Then a searing burn—he found himself being stabbed in the palms of each hand with rusted Kunai held in place as each villager took the turns to deliver 'justice' .
"Kill the Demon" " Kill the Demon" chanted the crowd the boys piercing screams drowned amongst the noise. Blood dripped down the side of his face, he felt another sharp object rip into his stomach. His voice hoarse of his continuous screamed continuing to plea for mercy.
" pl... ea...se st...op" he begged brokenly, he was loosing too much blood even his abnormally fast healing wasn't able to withstand the strain. His body went into shock, the last voice he heard was the booming voice of the 3rd Hokage. His last thoughts before he drifted into unconsciousness was 'Happy birthday to me'
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!!"
The blonde boy woke up abruptly he opened his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness around him.
"Where am I" he asked quietly, he lifted his tiny body noticing he was laying in water. He couldn't hear anything other than a dripping sound. He bolted straight up taking in his surroundings. There were different color pipes on the walls — blue and red. It reminded him of a sewer .. the only reason he knew this was because a few days after the orphanage matron threw him out he got lost and wound up in the sewer of Konoha.
Yet this sewer was different , the interior was dark and damp. It scared him. He was sure the hokage managed to save him but then why was he here? How did he end up in the sewers again? His questions went unanswered.
He stood up to his feet easily, He registered the absence of pain which was surprising considering the beating he received from the villagers earlier that evening. His clothes hadn't been torn, they were in the same condition before the mob of villagers caught him—his raggedy blue shorts coupled with his white t-shirt and a pair of open toed sandals. 'How' he wondered. Deciding his questions wouldn't be answered if he stayed here he decided to follow the pipes on the wall.
He walked slowly, his back straightened at each drop of water—the sound was getting closer, the silence scared him much more than the mob of villagers —at least he knew they were coming but in silence that surrounded him he didn't know when an attack would come or where the enemies would spring from. So yes the silence scared him. He stopped ten feet away from a large metal gate ' this is new' he thought , internally he panicked , because this sewer was nothing like the one Konoha —no the villagers couldn't have thrown him out of the village could they? Before he could launch into a full blown panic he heard a deep voice echo into the empty expanse of the sewer.
"So my warden finally comes to visit" Naruto jumped at the sudden voice , he stepped back looking into the gates, trying to see what exactly laid ahead behind those metal bars.
His voice shaky as he spoke "warden?" He questioned half curious the other half panicking.
The voice chuckled stepping into the light showing off its huge stature, his red-orange colored kitsune with black colored fur around its red eyes stretching up to its ears and nine long swiping tails. It also has an upper-body structure of a human, complete with opposable thumbs on its clawed hands. He stared down at the blonde boy, five he mused , it's been five years since he was sealed into this boy by Minato the fourth Hokage in an attempt to save the village from his wrath. For years he felt the boys sadness of being alone, being called demon —his confusion left the Kyuubi angry . The Kyuubi shook his head sadly — humans were terrible creatures this was why he stayed away from them, he didn't need to involve himself in their wars or their lives but for the second time he was dragged into it unwillingly used as a tool to create chaos. He hated humans, their ignorance , their unending hatred , suffering the backlash of their negativity. And now here he stood before his 'jailer' a five year old boy that was nearly beaten to death merely minutes ago because the stupid villagers didn't know the difference between a container and its contents.
Naruto's eyes widened at the appearance of the fox , he fell down and stared wide eyed at the fox before him, he heard the stories —the tales of the nine tailed fox—its defeat at the hands of the fourth Hokage yet here it stood before him behind some metal bars.
"Kyuubi" he whispered, his eyes filled with unshed tears, surely if he didn't die at the hands of he villagers this would be his end.
"So you know who I am ? Good tell me Naruto what do you think is going to happen?" Asked kurama, he could smell the fear rolling off the boy, he sighed internally of course the boy would be scared, he was apparently beaten by the fourth hokage so his appearance now is clear to give the young boy a heart attack.
"How do you know my name?" He asked still staring up at the creature wide eyed.
Kurama huffed, he fell down and rested his head on his large paws , trying to come off as non- threatening as possible. He saw the boy tense at the sudden movement , this just made him angrier not at the boy but at the humans , he could see the boy flinched at any sound of sudden movement a sign of trauma. He decided to hold his anger back he didn't need to scare the boy more than he already did.
"I'll tell you a story, five years ago I came to this village not of my free will, I was used in a plot. You see kit im made of chakra do you know what chakra is ?" He asked the boy who watched him carefully.
Naruto shook his head, he could barely read, the matrons at the orphanage didn't think it was necessary for the demon boy to read or count. The only reason he learned how to speak was because he listened to everyone around him , using it as his learning.
"Okay Chakra (チャクラ, chakura) is a substance native to lifeforms on some planets. Every living creature has chakra I'll explain how chakra came to be in the first place at a later time , do you understand so far?"
Naruto sat up, cross legged listening intently, he was still scared of course hence the reason he was still sitting so far away from the Kyuubi.
"Yeah" he whispered loud enough for the Kyuubi to hear.
"So as I was saying chakra can be replenished , meaning I cannot die in the sense that I will just be reformed a few years later, so in truth I'm immortal. Now back to the story five years ago I attacked this village, I was taken away from my home and put under a strong genjustu— meaning an illusion. I was led to this village chasing the man who put me under the illusion. When I came close to the gates I was attacked by the shinobi of Konoha of course I fought back , but the control I was under was too strong to break, after many people died and some barely injuring me the fourth hokage had a plan you see when a tailed beast is sealed inside a human they're called jinchuriki's or a human sacrifice.In order to do this he needed to use someone who hadn't yet developed their chakra coils to seal me which meant a newborn baby— so in the 10th of October five years ago he sealed me into a newborn . This baby was -" he was cut off by a gasp
"Me" said the boy softly, his eyes downcast—tears rolled down his cheeks unbidden. "but why ? "
"Why me ? Why not any other baby born on that day? What made me so special that the fourth hokage decided to use me ? Now everything makes sense .. people calling me a demon all because you were put into me!" He screamed in anger,Kurama let him vent because for five years he suffered at the hands of the villagers.
"Those villagers are foolish and ignorant , you're not a demon you just a normal human.Let me ask you this if you put water into a cup does the water become the cup?" Questioned Kurama, he watched the boys eyes furrow concentrating.
"No"
"Exactly the water remains water and the cup remains the cup,me being sealed into you doesn't mean you're the nine tailed fox kit" he said slowly.
"Now as for your other question? Why the hokage chose you? Do you think he could ask a villager to give up their own child if he couldn't even give up his own?" Naruto blinked rapidly his hands wiping away his tears.
"You mean?"
Kurama bobbed his large head " yeah you're the fourths son, I mean I can see it even though you're still so young .. when you get older you'll look much like your father. Your father wanted you to be seen as a hero , he knew I was being controlled because I didn't really like interfering in human affairs— before that night I met him once on his travels so he was aware of my personality besides your father was a good judge of character—before he died he asked me to look out for you, that promise I made is one I intend to fulfill but it's up to you whether you want my help or not"
Naruto processed the information, he didn't understand why the villagers treated him like he was the scum of the earth if he was the fourths son. Unless they weren't aware. The Kyuubi scared him at first but after listening to his story he realized that just like him he was lonely, the Kyuubi was used against his will to create chaos when all he wanted to do was live his life peacefully.
"I'm sorry" he said looking into the red eyes of the fox in front of him, he stood up to his feet approaching the fox slowly. Reaching out his small hand he put it on the Kyuubi's nose.
"I'm sorry this happened to you, I promise I'll find a way to free you" he resolved, Kurama couldn't believe this human boy he was different , definitely not like any other human—' your son is amazing Minato' he thought .Even promising to free him after everything sure it wasn't his fault entirely but still he blamed himself for being weak enough to let himself be controlled by that damn Sharingan in the first place .
Kurama sighed softly, touched by the promise but he couldn't be freed because if he did then Naruto would die, that's the kind of seal Minato used.
"Don't worry about it kit , it wasn't your fault" he paused giving the boy a sad smile " as thankful as I am for your understanding and kindness I can't go free"
Naruto frowned " why not?"
"Because if I do then you would die and I'm not really a fan of that option" he chuckled dryly.
"Oh uh then what should we do?"
Kurama looked up to the paper seal on the gate he had an idea, but he needed the boy to trust him.
"Do you see that paper on the gate?" He asked Naruto nodded "okay now if you tear a piece off I'll be able to access your senses , see what you see, hear what you hear and smell what you smell. This will also allow us to talk in through our minds. I'll help you become what you were always supposed to be but I need you to trust me okay?"
Naruto gave the fox a grin " okay Kyuubi"
"Kurama" he said
"Huh?"
Kurama rolled his eyes at the response "My name is Kurama not Kyuubi-No-Kitsune is just a title"
"Alright then Kurama , from today onwards you're my first friend" he gave the fox beaming smile and held out his fist.Kurama chuckled in amusement and used his own large fist to pound the boys smaller one.
Same time Lima Ohio, Earth 2
A small four year old brunette sat on a swing, tanned skin, with long brown hair that reached her shoulders, crying her knees scraped. She was pushed off the swing by that silly boy , David she didn't like him, she couldn't help using big words her fathers told her because she was smart so why did David call her stupid and pushed her off the swing while everyone else laughed.
Her fathers didn't tell her that she'd be bullied because of it , not only that but every student in her class made fun of her dads calling them bad names. She hated it she loved her fathers , they were kind and generous. They signed up for dance classes when she asked , singing classes and just recently she started to learn how to play the piano. She loved music, Broadway was her favorite she dreamed she would be on that stage since she watched funny girl at the tender age of 3. Right then she decided to dedicate her life to becoming a broadway performer.Growing up with two fathers was all she knew to her it was normal so why did the children make fun of her that she didn't have a mother, calling her weird but not even a week into preschool she didn't want to go anymore.
She sobbed quietly, wiping at her tears furiously as she waited for her daddy Leroy to pick her up. She heard a car pulling up to the sidewalk. She grabbed her bag and lugged herself over to her fathers black shiny Lexus.
"Oh sweetheart why are you crying?" asked Leroy , his heart broke at the sad brown doe eyes staring back at him.Leroy was a big black man , proud of his heritage, his family and most of all his daughter, to him she was a perfect creature meant for greatness. She was smarter than your average four year olds using words that most four olds didn't even know.
"They hate me daddy, they hate my clothes, they hate you and they hate my nose. David said I'm ugly and I'm the daughter of a fagspawn" she sniffed " what is that daddy I don't understand?"
Leroy picked his daughter up cradling her into his chest tightly, he knew they would have problems with Ohio , Lima . The town was small filled with bigoted assholes and it seemed they passed their bigotry onto their children. But his husband got an amazing job offer one that was hard to deny, chief of the local hospital it was a good paying job , sure they had their family money but he and his husband didn't want to depend on old money, they worked hard, tirelessly to provide for their small family. So yeah the offer his husband received was a great one so they packed up their home in California and moved to Ohio, Lima.
He hushed his little girl in his arms, swaying gently " Don't listen to them sweetheart , you are beautiful .. some people are mean to others just because they can be or they were taught to by someone else. You are a talented young girl that will have the world at her feet. So don't listen to the others trying to tear you down" he said then lit up with an idea.
"How about you think of it as practice for broadway? There will be people who criticizes you but learn to take it into stride okay?" He beamed at his metaphor.
"Like a metaphor?" She asked quietly
"Exactly baby , exactly like a metaphor"
Rachel beamed, she gave her father a show stopping smile " okay daddy, I will—this will be my training for broadway" she proclaimed loudly, her tears no longer falling, all that was left was the dry tear tracks.
"Good now lets get you home and your knees cleaned up okay?"
Rachel nodded " okay daddy I love you" completely forgetting about her question about fagspawn. Which Leroy was eternally grateful for , his daughter might be smarter than your average four year old but that didn't mean he wanted her to experience the cruelty of society so soon.
A/N alright guys second chapter done.
Guest: if I told you my ideas comes in the forks of dreams would you believe me? Hehe sometimes they do though but to answer your question I don't have any plans on making another hope and naruto story as of yet. I'm sorry if I do though it will probably be Hope in the world of the shinobi.