Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction ever...I hope it does not offend.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to Naruto or any related Indica. However, even if I said that I did, I couldn't be sued since I'm making no profit from this. If anything, I'm losing money.
Warnings: None, really...it's not very graphic, no yaoi...at least not yet, anyway.
Please Review, even if it is just to flame. As is Naruto, so shall I be: To be hated is better than to not exist.
Shinobi's Tears
Fire. It was the dawn of human ingenuity and the beginning of technology, the foolish folly of the Greek gods, and one of the most destructive forces on the planet. It was eating his word alive. He struggled, bit and fought against their well-meaning arms. They couldn't trap him here! Father and Mother, no, Everyone! They were all there, dying in the flames, trying to protect him and those like him. They were fighting to save the village, the whole village was counting on them, but it didn't matter when he heard their agonized screams as he was dragged away... Kyuubi. He could see it, cold and clear, sight blurring with tears as he stared at the burning glimpses between the rushing forms of attackers, and the bloody shapes of those defeated. "It's not fair! Why Should I have to live when they are all dead?!" The bloody maw of the fox swung for a moment towards the small boy, but it passed him, not caring. Its tails beat the air like flames, the flames that were rising in it's wake, and all around it's feet, licking hungrily at the flesh of it's would-be slayers. A sharp pain, then nothingness. "Mother...Father..."He woke hours later to a dark room and the sound of soft weeping, not realizing that it came from himself.
On that day, a Great Ninja was born, into a world with no love. On that day, a Great Ninja died, protecting all he loved. On that day, and Ancient Warrior lost his chance at freedom.
On that day, a small boy lost his Family.
His name was Iruka.