Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so don't go too hard on me, but I really do hope that I get to create a really good one that people can read whenever they feel the need for a good book. Buckle up, because this will be fun!

Take All, Give Nothing Back

The rain was endless, the day was sorrowful as the ground soaked up the delicious rainwater. Unnerving silence washed over the normally chaotic village as the inhabitants mourned the loss of their greatest hero yet, the Fourth Hokage. The 'Yellow Flash' had died in battle honorably, sealing the great Kyubi no Kitsune into his only son, Naruto Uzumaki.

Of course, that wasn't known to the people of Konoha yet, as the attack had just ended, and thousands of lives were snuffed out by the great beast. "We have all gathered here, as honorable Hidden Leaf citizens and shinobi, to mourn the loss of our 4th Hokage, the 'Yellow Flash,' Minato Namikaze." The third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen said somberly, wiping his tired eyes as his old vision blurred. He had thought that the time for retirement had come, and he had run out singing in joy when the young Minato had been elected as the next Hokage.

Unfortunately, like with many other shinobi, his life, at the ripe age of 22, had ended before it began, along with his wife's, Kushina Uzumaki. "But, as your Hokage again, I, Sarutobi Hiruzen, would like to announce that our 4th Hokage has left a special someone for our village to remember him by," Hiruzen said, his lips twitching up into a ghost of a smile. The inhabitants perked up instantly, their eyes wandering the stage in search of this 'special someone.' "He is not an adult or child even, he is still a baby. His name is Naruto Uzumaki." The wizened old man said, bringing up a bundle of oranges for the village to see. He had cleverly chosen his last name as Uzumaki and not Namikaze as not to garner suspicion from foreign enemies that would ultimately lead to Naruto's young death. Of course, that meant not announcing his status as the 4th Hokage's child to the village too, hurting him greatly.

The villagers and shinobi alike looked astonished as the baby wailed loudly, his bright yellow hair waving about in the strong winds, and being painted a deep blonde by the heavy downpour of rain. Hiruzen cringed as he remembered what his successor told him to say. 'Please, Hiruzen, announce to the village that my son is the container of the Kyubi, and he is to be treated as a hero!' "This boy is no ordinary boy. He is the hero of this village. The light in the dark if you would say. He is the Kyubi no Kitsune's container!" He announced strongly, watching as the villager's faces soured considerably, followed by the majority of shinobi crinkling their noses in disgust. Immediately, Hiruzen felt the hate permeating the village as shouts erupted. "Kill the boy!" "Hang the demon!" "Burn it!" "This is not what our Hokage died for!" Chants for the boy's death rang throughout the village. "Silence!" Hiruzen hollered, greatly angered, but knowledgeable of this outcome. 'I have no idea as to why you wanted this Minato, but I am just the messenger,' Hiruzen thought, rubbing his temples. "This boy is a hero and will be treated as such! Any hate or speaking out against this child and there will be serious consequences!" Hiruzen shouted deafly, knowing well that he could not deliver anything too harsh. He was a washed-up old man that had lost his wife just an hour ago. He was broken and old. Naruto was going to have to live by himself knowing that even the old Hokage would have no hand in his upbringing.

"This announcement is hereby adjourned!" Hiruzen announced, watching as the village slowly disbanded and went their separate ways, resulting in an empty village on a dark, rainy night. 'Now, what am I to do with you?' Hiruzen pondered as he stared deeply into the boy's quizzical face.

*4 YEARS LATER*

A young, tan boy with sunny-blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes scanned his surroundings as he walked through the streets of his village, Konoha. Of course, he never considered it as such, considering the populace treated him with utter hatred and disgust, which for the life of him, he could not understand.

'What did I do wrong?' The boy used to ask himself, he had stopped now, knowing that no amount of self-questioning would fix the issue. He had tried to be nice and pleasant, but even at his young age, he had known that his attitude would not change a thing. There was nothing he could do to change the populace's view on him, so he had no choice but to accept it.

"Hey, brat, move it!" One man shouted, his breath ridden with the stench of alcohol. Naruto felt his miniature body be shoved roughly as the man trudged past him, spitting on him, his eyes full with hate and malice.

The young Naruto wiped his cheek, noticing his hand was sodden with the filthy man's spit. 'I did nothing to that bastard!' He thought, his eyes burning with rage. He had had enough of these people taking advantage of him, hating his very existence. "Hey, bastard!" Naruto addressed the man.

The man turned, viewing the boy with rage. "What did you call me, you little shit?!" His voice was gruff and feral. His eyes were holding rage only fit for an erupting volcano. Naruto was unperturbed, his eyes holding even deeper rage, not unlike the water frozen deep beneath, just waiting to crack. "You heard me, idiot! I called you a bastard!" Naruto rebuked, preparing for the beating of a lifetime. He liked to believe he was quite tough for a toddler, but any toddler, even him, would lose to a fully-grown man.

By now, a crowd had started to form. Naruto could already tell that everyone there, the parents, kids, young and old, would be rooting for the man. He could care less, he had learned long ago to drown out the hate, because that was all he ever heard. "Kill the brat!" "Poach the demon!" He heard the vicious chants and felt his rage seethe, almost like a pot full of steaming water.

"I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget, demon." The man said, a smirking marring his face. He slowly slid his dirty hand into his jacket pocket, and out came a long, rust blade. Suddenly, Naruto felt as if his world would collapse. His heart skipped a beat. His legs were frozen in place, just like his mind, which was too shocked with fear to cooperate with his little body.

The crowd inched closer, until, in his daze, Naruto could feel a pair of strong hands reach behind him, holding him in place. The civilians and shinobi in the crowd alike cheered for the two saviors that were going to do the deed.

The old man inched closer and closer towards the young, blonde boy. "Nowhere to go now, demon." He snarled, his hands coming up for a quick, successful stab. Suddenly, a squelch was heard. Naruto could not move as his body slumped downwards, the pain he felt was unimaginable. His chest was rising and falling uncontrollably. His vision was swimming, he couldn't tell the man and the old man apart.

The crowd was dispersing, celebrating each in their own fashions. Some were dancing, others were drinking. The populace was incredibly happy for his death. The man holding him beforehand was smiling widely. The old man that had stabbed him. His frame seemed to have enlargened, his youth rejuvenated by his killing of the village disgrace.

He felt nothing. For the first time in forever, Naruto felt indifferent. He did not feel sadness because of the villager's unexplainable hatred for him. He did not feel his usual beastly anger at his unfair treatment. He did not feel happy like when he tried to display himself as a happy-go-lucky child to divert the village's hatred. For the first time in his short life, Naruto did not care. He did not care if he lived or died, nor did he care if the village felt happiness at his unfortunate demise.

Suddenly, Naruto felt something in his core. His chest felt hot. His legs tightened. His little arms felt as if they were growing uncontrollably, rapidly. His hair felt like it was waving in the wind, even if the day was windless. His forehead felt hot, scorching almost. His vision turned red.

A red glow encompassed the young boy, and suddenly, for the first time ever, Naruto felt something different. He felt so much anger, so much hate, so much viciousness. His hate was on par with the world's, no, even greater. The crowd was still chanting, the man was cleaning his blade of the demon's blood, and the man that held him down was still with the crowd, happy as ever.

He felt anger, anger that the man was celebrating, that his supposed killer was smirking, anger that the village hated him. He loved it. For the first time in his life, he felt real happiness, in being the evilest version of himself. This was no sinister child's play. This was hatred, his hatred.

He snapped.

The loud beeping of sirens awoke the young leaf citizen. Naruto felt his body being cushioned. He looked around and saw the vacant, empty white walls that surrounded the hospital room. His bed was a dull light blue, and his body was stained with blood, but it wasn't his. He could feel it. "I see you're awake." A voice muttered from his left side. He turned his head and could see an old man, in important-looking robes, staring directly at him, with unnerving eyes of pity.

The old man flinched. Although, Naruto could not tell why. "Do you have any questions? Any questions about how you ended up in this room?" The old man questioned, hoping for an answers. "I can come up with a conclusion to that, thanks." Naruto said blandly, his face souring considerably.

Hiruzen winced, caught off guard by the boy's rudeness. "Well, would you like me to go?" He asked sadly. Naruto glared at him, "Yes, a lot, actually." He said coldly, jabbing his thumb towards the exit. Hiruzen sighed, before picking up his feet and exiting the hospital.

Naruto glared at the back of the village leader's head. 'Who does he think he is?' Naruto thought, 'There is absolutely nothing I need help with, especially not from a decrepit old bas-' He caught himself. Since when he become so rude and cold? Sure, he had always been cold, but there was never a point in time where he had insulted someone so ruthlessly for trying to help him.

He shrugged carelessly. It seems that his 'change' had occurred during his most recent bout of rage. He could still remember fragments of his rage attack. He could garner enough to know that he had somehow attacked everyone in the vicinity. Even now, not even knowing the details of the event, he could feel his thirst satiated. Even now, as he could not remember the blood being spilt, he could taste it.

'Clearly, I love this feeling, and from now on, I will do only what I love.' Naruto affirmed mentally. He had had enough of the villager's treatment. He could care less whatever happened to them that day he snapped. He could care less if all of them went on their knees and begged for forgiveness. One day, he would become strong enough to resist his tormenters without this mysterious power. Of course, he was grateful for it, but he would want to be in control and remember all of the details when he eventually crushed their souls.

"I need to leave this place." Naruto muttered, swiftly throwing the cloth covering over his body away, distraught to find himself clothed only in a hospital gown. Stealthily, he snuck around the hospital in search of clothes to wear. He spotted a brown T-Shirt, a little large than his size, but it would do. He slipped it on and looked around for a pair of pants to wear as well.

Suddenly, he spotted some cargo pants and stole them from the bed they rested on. He swiftly tried them on and trudged out of the hospital, ignoring the front desk's shouts and screeches.

First chapter over, I hope this was a decent read. I wanna keep this message short so I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving! Bye!