Katsuto The Stained
this is my first fanfic so any criticism is appreciated. This is a hobby so don't expect weakly updates. My character is an OC. I own my OC but nothing in the Naruto franchise
(summary: This an Naruto OC story. May include several OOCS The story starts in Iwa roughly between Nagatos birth and Minato's birth, after 1st Great shinobi war.)
This is the story of katsuto the stained. A story about a man who lost and gained everything trough an explosion.
Katsutos birth was normal normal, Father dead in the first great war and with only his mother to care for him they were poor. As a baby Katsuto was quieter than normal babies but not by much. His mother Mio was a kind but unrelenting woman, Once she had here eyes sett on something it was impossible to deter her.
She was feeling guilty for working too much and leaving her baby at home so she started purchasing small nick nacks and trinkets for her son hoping that something would engage him but alas nothing she ever bought him was given a second glance and often swiftly discarded by the toddler. However she was more stubborn than the tsuchikage and she wanted her son to have an interest.
''He doesn't like dolls either'' Mio grumbled and sighed ''why couldn't he just like stones or kickball like normal kids''. She was walking briskly through the crowded market streets when she was pushed by a running shinobi. She stumbled a bit but quickly regained her balance. She whirrled around to give the shinobi a piece of her mind but he was already gone. She huffed and turned to leave but something caught her eye. It was molding clay that harden in the sun and even better it was dirt cheap. She paid 5 yen to the vendor a rushed home to prepare dinner. She is opens her front door and the old wood door groans open. She walks in and looked out the sad excuse for a window at the setting sun and decides on soup for dinner. She puts down her scarf and the clay on the dinner table before she walks in to her bedroom.
''Depressing, just like usual'' she thought blandly looking at the room. It was the normal stone grey and was sparsely decorated with only a bed and a night stand. On the night stand stood a picture of a younger mio next to a tall shinobi wearing a flak-jaket and standard grey iwa uniform. she marched the the bed an looked at it suspiciously when a pair of arms stuck out from under the covers. She gently lifted the blanked and spotted her son. Katsutos appearance was unassuming. Dark hair, slightly slanted blue eyes that almost looked grey. His mother was similar but had browner hair in a high ponytail. Katsuto reaches for his mother and she easily pikes up the two year old child. She puts him around her shoulders and walks to the kitchen to begin cooking. The soup is simple and cheap. Just like everything else they own. She finished the simple soup and set it on the table together with katsuto.
Katsuto isn't normally a curios child so Mio was genuinely surprised when he tried to grab the clay from the table. She forgot all about the bland soup she just made and stared at her son with wide eyes. Katsuto began to play with it and he was completely perplexed by it. He had never seen or felt something intoxicating. He was fully engrossed in the clay when he gave Mio a questioning gaze. She understood and motion to the thing in his and and said ''Clay''. He looked back and forth between the clay and his mother before training his eyes on her and saying '' clay ''
Many mothers pride themselves on having their child's first word be mother or mama but mio was still ecstatic when her son said the simple word. But what she didn't know was that that obsession with clay will take the lives of thousands in the future. It would take so many lives that the sculpture would eventually be revered and feared as the one who stained Iwa's shinobi red.
A/N. This was the first chapter. Many of the A/N notes will be short and I only use them if something need explaining.
Katsutos father's uniform is grey. I know they are actually red but that's the entire point of the story.