Well, normally I would have given up on projects that are technically rejected, but no matter. It's rare that I actually do finish a multi-part like this so I'll finish it! I'll be posting multiple entries seeing as some of the entries are short. Enjoy whatever carp it may have.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. End of story

WARNING: AU, OOC, mentions of violence, signs of insanity

PAIRINGS: None really since I'm no hopeless romance (I actually try to avoid romance as much as possible)

Entry 1

13 July 1997

Well, SHE told me to start writing down my thoughts so SHE could check on me so I have to obey, even though my personal thoughts don't matter to anyone but me. My name is, well, why should a stupid book know my name? No one calls me by my name. It's either "boy" or "brat" in this household. I will tell it that I'm seven, though, since I don't think THEY know my age either.

SHE yells at me to come downstairs at once to feed the family breakfast. Straining myself to looking "nice" to HER I limp downstairs to see HER on the couch watching TV and smoking. Next to HER is HIM who smelled badly. HE was drinking again.

"What would you like?" I ask while glaring at THEM. I don't like THEM and THEY don't like me.

"Don't give me that tone, boy, now make the breakfast now!" SHE yells as she slaps me on the face. I cook some eggs and rice. I set the table. I grab a bun and storm upstairs to get ready for school.

I change into a shirt and shorts and grab my bag. I hop downstairs as my leg hurt. It was painful at the bottom. I was going to school when SHE yelled at me.

"What is this?" I turn to see her glaring at me a plate of the hastily cooked rice and half-cooked eggs. "This is not breakfast!"

"Cook breakfast yourself then," I said before running out the door. I was going to get it later.

-X-

Naruto stopped reading there. By then, the storm had stopped and he was getting hungry for ramen. He shut the old diary and set it down on the dusty floor. Climbing down the ladder, he left the attic leaving the old book behind.

-X-

"Ah, that was delicious!" Naruto exclaimed happily as he set the dishes on the kitchen counter. "Now, what to do next?" After doing his homework and eating more ramen, he got bored. His mother still wasn't back yet and the ramen ran out. Wait, what about that old diary upstairs, Naruto thought. Well, it couldn't hurt reading a little more, could it?

Naruto jogged up the stairs to the attic and after spotting the diary, quickly ran to it and picked it up kicking dust in the process. Flipping back to the first entry, he noticed something about the entry. Shadow said he was seven, but his grammar wasn't that of a seven-year-old. It seemed that this Shadow wasn't a mindless fool before.

Turning to where he left off, he started reading…

I limp to school on my good leg. My bad foot got twisted from last night's beating. HE twisted my foot because I burnt dinner. Most kids take the bus, but they have money and I don't. No one likes me anyway.

I see the school and limp quicker. I got beaten by bullies and now my limp is worse. In class, I got in trouble for turning in my homework late. Those bullies took it! My teacher's scary when he's angry. At lunch, I got food thrown at me, again. During recess, older kids pushed me again. I got scraped and cut.

When I got home, SHE yelled at me for being late. I got a beating from HIM who complained about the bad dinner I made. If they want dinner, they should make it themselves! After doing the easy homework, I went to bed thinking that I hate THEM enough to kill them.

Naruto set the book down and started thinking slowly. Despite that it was clear that the boy was no doubt a prodigy in writing, he didn't specify who HE or SHE was. Maybe they were people so horrible to him, they weren't worthy of Shadow calling them anybody but pronouns. He had heard of the beginnings of serial killers. They're abused in many ways at a young age, which gives them a sense of inferiority.

Wow, tough life, thought Naruto as he flipped to another entry.

16 July 1997

Bad beating last night. Don't have much time to talk since HE is yelling that I get down to make breakfast. I hope that THEY get THEIR necks wrung so hard it'll kill them. THEY don't care about me anyway. Maybe I should hang myself.

Naruto noticed that on this page were some bloodstains in various areas and the handwriting was shaky, as if the seven-year-old Shadow was beaten so bad he was coughing up blood. The blonde winced at thinking at how painful it must have been to poor Shadow. Tough life, he had thought earlier. No, unbearable suffering would be the right word.

Naruto, wanting to know more about this Shadow, turned to the next entry, which was covered in blood and tear stains. What could have happen to him here? Naruto thought as he started reading.

20 July 1997

I hate HIM! I can't believe HE did that to me! I wrote about someone wringing THEIR necks, forget it! I want to wring them myself! He isn't worthy to be my father! And SHE isn't either!

So HE and SHE are his parents, Naruto thought. They must have been awful for him to hate them that much. The blonde found this interesting as he flipped to the next page.

TBC…

Still at this piece of carp for some reason, but this is my first Naruto fic so I'm not giving up. Review kudasai! I'll be a man and suck up flames too.