Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did Naruto and Sasuke would be together

Alone

As night settled on the village of Konoha a lone boy sat on the great stone faces. A cool summer's breeze swept over the land jostling the boy's yellow hair. The boy was non other than Konoha's Naruto Uzumaki, the resident demon child. Shunned from the love and care he so desperately needed he had become cold and hallow. Cerulean blue eyes smiled on the outside but burned with pain on the inside. Three whisker marks on each cheek made him the pray of the villager's wrath. But he never let anyone know how much he or she hurt him. Guarding his feelings with a happy smile was the best way to hide his pain.

He had too many memories of pain and sorrow that he couldn't even remember a time when he was truly happy. When he had smiled a real genuine smile. All he new was pain and neglect. Oh how her ruled the day when the villager's yelled at him saying things he couldn't understand. " Demon child", " Fox child" they had called him. At first he didn't know why people called him these names.

What had he done wrong that would cause people to turn from him and treat him like dirt? Like they just hated him for being alive? After a while he began to tune out what they say. Like he didn't care, but it never worked. The names stung and the glares burned into his skin like a thousand knives were piercing his skin all at once. They would follow him home just to ruin his house. They turned their children away from him like he had the plague. They would throw rocks and hit him whenever they could. When he cried out for help no one came.

His mind was dark and cold. Memories were gruesome and horrible. Most other children would have cracked or would have left the village, but he never did. Only his dream kept him going until he realized that no matter who he was nobody would stop looking down on him and respect him. Not even being the Hokage could make the villagers change.

He was just an empty shell. Living day in and day out with no purpose. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he died. Would people care? Would the morn for his lose? Or would they celebrate having finally gotten ride of him?

Sometimes his imagination would see the people he knew crying over his dead body until reality broke in and told him deferent. Sure people 'cared' for him but he knew it wasn't with all their heart. Even Iruka-sensei couldn't get over the fact that the demon that had killed his whole family was contained inside of him.

Smirking silently to himself at what his mind would come up with. To think someone actually cared for him was laughable. No one cared for Naruto Uzumaki the demon child no matter how many times he told himself that. He would always be alone and nothing could change that.