Inkurza was a normal kid... well... as normal as a kid living alone and on the streets can be. there aren't much things to say, the village hated him... though unbenounced to him, he was gonna have a bad day, ending in pain... and insanity.
To say he was friends with the seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki was kinda a understatement, when he had a chance, he would have Naruto pull one of his friends... Sai sensei, to teach him to draw, or hang out in the Hokage's tower, doodling flip books. You see, he has a secret... he has the ability to produce ink, and has a formless blob of it sealed in him, and people don't like that, Naruto and the nine tails... yes, him and his formless ink demon... definitely not. He doesn't see the difference, A LITERAL FOX DEMON CHAKRA DEMON lives in there highly decorated leader, yet, he has a harmless, lifeless, formless, useless... actually scratch that one... ink blob sealed in him. It's not like he's useless, Naruto's youngest kid loves how cartoonish he can be, and he even gets a slight chuckle outta the more grizzled elder Hyuga clan leader... key word, slight.
He hated being alone, because other people hated him, he usually gravitated towards those who liked his antics, but people who didn't like his cartoonish antics would beat him, calling him the real demon of Konohagakure, though Naruto says like him, he knows his pain.
"Yo clown boy, why so serious?" A mean sounding voice says, sneaking onto him from behind, grabbing his sholder to spin him around, putting a fist to poor Inkurza's gut, knocking the wind outta him. "What, that wasn't funny to you, aren't rubberhose cartoons like you usually taking hits?" The voice taunts, taking the ring end of the kunai to his eye, giving Inkurza an eightball fracture.
Inkurza wanted to scream, but the beating wouldn't let air into his lungs, so all he could do was take the full frontal force of it, causing his head to hit he pavement hard.
When he was found, he was bloody, reaked of booze, and unresponsive, alive... but no response to Naruto's presence. Silent and catatonic, unlike him... a eerie presence, as if death had a grasp on the poor boy, bleeding from wounds undescoverable, the scariest part was one of his eyes, a almost blood red splotch took it's place, crimson dripping from he socket, causing undescoverable pain for the Hokage, for even though people used to beat him, they never went this far, as to leave a viseral visage, a testiment to human cruelty, bloodied and used as a toy for whoever did this.
The black void sealed away in him qas a hellscape, drowning and tormenting Inkurza, taunting him, tainting his pure mind... "He wanted you, us to be a clown, hen why don't we be a clown for our patrons, our adoring masses." no, I'm not a clown... Inkurza cries, trying to stay afloat, only to be grabbed by blackened hands of ink, dragging him down into the depths of this inky ocean.
Naruto ra as fast as he can to an old friend... Granny Tsunade, she coul... no not another blackout. Naruto thinks as he drops the boy, yhe kid hitting his head onto the pavement, saving him from the inky prison he was locked in. What happened next scared the shit outta the hardend warrior... he kid stood up, laughing, not a giggle or chuckle, but full blown laughter, manic and disturbed.
He understood now, he was always ment to be he clown, but the fact it took hi this long to see it blew his mind... well, what was left of it. "Hahahahahahahaha, I get it now, I was always a clown to everyone, now that's funny." He says, rubbing his hand in his face, somehow causing gothic and terrifying face paint to appear on his face, he most wide and disturbing smile on his face. Next was his clothes, they mostly stayed the same, jet black hooded jacket and pants, but now ink dyed white stripes onto the sleeves, and a blackened broken heart took center stage on his white shirt.
He felt complete, his aknowledgement of the truth set him free, though the konk to the head helped, he felt happy, and he knew who his first birthday boy will be.
To be continued...