Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Naruto

First of all, I want to thank everyone that followed and commented. I never would've thought in just a couple of days I could get input on my very first FanFiction. I was honestly elated to find out 9 people commented after only a few days. This is gonna be a long journey on the start of hopefully a finished piece. Without further ado let's address said comments...

AvatarUzumaki

Thank you for the comment, and pairing is a little tricky. I want to do something uncommon. Hinata is everywhere and it's a great pairing, but this is my first story I want it to be special. If you have anyone else that is both uncommon or something I haven't seen...feel free to recommend. Also, don't worry his family will get what's coming to them.

Guest

I wholeheartedly agree. I was just so excited to get started that I forgot proper writing etiquette. Although, this isn't some essay that I can paragraph, so unfortunately I need an example. I'm going to reread some of my all-time favorites and how they structure their FanFiction to get some ideas on how to properly segment scenes and paragraphs. Thank you! On to the next one...

Kinggilgamesh8

Now to respond to this I'll try to keep this short because I'm not sure how long this uh...segment is supposed to be. I have a plan I don't think I've seen anyone do. I plan to make him essentially lose his emotions, and this happens by essentially losing all of what his happiness was. He becomes a true stoic individual by emulating how he read true shinobi carry themselves: giving away nothing to essentially hide his pain. This becomes a habit, thus resulting in forgetting how to be happy, sad, angry, etc. He was neglected by said family, then he figures out why this was happening and, begins to resent them. Over time this will become normal and it will take someone to pull him out of this emotionless state which will hopefully be the female nine tails or maybe a friend down the line. Now I didn't go into all details because then that would be spoiling the ideas I have but hopefully, you have a good sense of character. He will develop on his own, he will sever ties with his family, and he will hopefully be a really fun character to follow as we journey through his story, and as he gains back his emotions. *Whew* I uh thanks for the input but that really took it out of me :

WOLF-GOST

First of all...THANKS! You are the first person to request another chapter and for that, thank you so very much. Now, onto what you mentioned I already have plans in motion. Some of them are revenge-esque so you could do your evil laugh all you want :). He already will resent his family but I don't think the villagers will. I plan to have him as I said fade away. No one acknowledged his existence and thus forgot him. As I said you'll just have to see how this changes...Thanks a bunch!

Slugman91

Thank you so very much and, don't worry I won't stop until I've hit what I deem the end.

Majestic Yo-kai Fauntleroy

I think I might do the best of both worlds. What if let's say...he goes on the wave mission but goes to see the old home hidden in the whirlpools...an idea and also noted. Thank you for your suggestion!

haziqsaffari2

Honestly, I agree. Neglect to me is such an interesting take on the Naruto-verse and people not finishing them is so annoying. Alas, I will make you a promise. I will finish this story. Know this even if chapters come out later than what I plan, I will try to be weekly. Just know they WILL come out so stay tuned.

Reedz22

Don't worry I got this covered hopefully.

All done!!! Thank you all once again for helping and contributing to this journey. Once again nothing is set in stone these are all interchangeable ideas that I hope everyone will contribute to. Now enough talk geez let's get on with the story! Am I right?!

Last time

After his outburst, he sits back down and everyone seems to be in deep contemplation so deep in fact they didn't hear the small gasp of Naruto on the stairs eavesdropping...


His mind was a whirlpool of emotions. How was he supposed to react to this...this unbelievable information. "Prophecies, my sisters, World peace?" Trying to make sense of a seemingly impossible puzzle would be easier to solve. I mean obviously, his sisters were to be a part of it...all of a sudden it clicked, how could he have missed this..." neglecting a child to obtain world peace..." The reason for his neglect, the reason for his deprivation...was a prophecy?

A prophecy that details his sisters supposedly obtaining world peace. While himself was...inconsequential, so that's why. He walked back to his room entered and shut the door. Then he began to chuckle loudly then came full-blown hollow laughter. It would seem it was true. The divine intervention saying he wasn't good enough. Not even the tears streaming down his face were enough to deter him from laughing. He was fine. After all, it would only be for a couple more years...he would have to learn to accept it.

It's fine...

...It wasn't...but what was he do?! Scream at the heavens?! Prophecies happen regardless of interference right?! He sat down at his desk. "Neglecting a child for world peace" is a selfless goal in his mind. A true Shinobi he thought...but then why did it hurt so immensely knowing he would be left out of so much more. Why did it pain him that..., that promise was broken so easily. His father's words were lies. The more he thought, the more he didn't want to accept it, he wouldn't. He would prove this prophecy wrong, he would make everyone notice him again! His parents, sisters, villagers, he would not be overlooked again! His promise to be the best wouldn't stop here! Wiping his eyes he got up and returned downstairs...


After the prophecy was revealed and his rage-induced pleas went unanswered. The Uzumaki Namikaze household was tense. Despite his sorrow, they couldn't step in, not yet. They tried to at least speak to him more and check-in, but even that dwindled out. They just didn't have the time. With Minato as Hokage, Kushina, a clan head, and Kunoichi, and training/spending time with the twins? Impossible. He wasn't mad, he knew things had to be this way. This prophecy cursed him. So things went on as usual. Him being the odd one out. left out and sometimes actively avoided. He embraced it. He never gave up trying to spend time with them and or talk to them. He made a promise, to be the best: to not be overlooked. He would do his damndest to fulfill it.


Naruto decided to double his training regimens, if he wanted to be noticed he would have to be beyond impressive.

Push beyond his limits and break through those too.

Instead of 5 laps in the backyard estate, he'd do 10. Instead of an hour of shadow taijutsu, he'd do two. Naruto was determined to surpass his limits and become truly impressive. Of course, it didn't stop there. He began to learn how to walk up vertical surfaces using only chakra. It was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done but he hoped if completed he'd be able to make Bunshin consistently. More scrolls, more studying, more work.

This training went day in and day out and he never failed to try to showcase his progress.

Unfortunately, he forgot one crucial thing...his sisters. The amount of progress he showed was stifling, and they only got more and more jealous. They became even more hyperactive, and as their personalities developed into what the villagers dubbed the princesses of The Village Hidden In The Leaves, they got arrogant and self-centered. So much so in fact that they demanded even more time from their parents. More training. They slowly pushed Naruto aside even further and he started to once more fade into the background despite his efforts.


Some villagers even thought he was a delinquent, grounded by them. They left him at home when they went for dinner, they started walking past as if he wasn't there, talking about this or that. His questions were ignored: His existence was ignored and because of this...he got quieter, more restrained...than he used to be. He once more defaulted to his mask. The comfort it gave him soothed his crying soul. The cold indifference gave him protection against the worst of heartbreaks and the peak of anger.

If you were to look hard enough the old Naruto who used to believe in promises and trust was there, but he was ever so slowly fading away. The promise to be the best, to not be overlooked was dimmed. His bright blue eyes dulled. As a last-ditch effort, he tried acting out and wearing hideous orange clothes. He tried pranking too. Nothing worked. They would lock him in his room and scold him but it changed nothing. When he turned seven years old he realized something. Something he was going to have to accept...

He was in Denial

He should've known, should've given up, but he didn't. He wanted this all to be a cruel dream. There was nothing else in his life except family...how was he to function? He didn't have friends. He didn't have anyone else.

That was his last attempt at trying to get back into the family. He stopped trying. He stopped believing. He went back to studying full time on Shinobi arts if only to keep his mind off the pain. He learned a lot in his independent study. More books, more knowledge on Shinobi arts, more stances, An even firmer control on his emotions, anything and everything he studied, practiced, and tried to perfect. Sometimes when practicing, he would see his family through his upstairs window...and lose control.

His rage began to bubble up to the surface, he grew more feral. His thoughts took on a darker turn he-No

He had to calm himself. It would do him no good to act out. All shinobi must have a handle on their emotions. All shinobi must have a handle on their emotions. It was a mantra he repeated over and over. And slowly his anger subsided and he let out a sigh and picked up his book once again on "The Clans Of The Village Hidden in The Leaves." So he practiced. He read. His mask of indifference improved.


4 months later and we find Naruto who was walking to one of his favorite training grounds, training ground 7. Not used by many, excluding people who went to pray to the fallen at the memorial stone. It gave Naruto a strange sense of comfort as he trained.

While walking, people began to be taken back from his presence. It had been at least two months since he had left his home.

He began to hear snippets of conversation from the villagers. "You think he got disowned by the great Yondaime?" Another spoke up..." I heard it was because of those foul whisker marks!"...l...I heard he was the Kyuubi reborn so they disowned him!" As they began to conclude as to why he hadn't been seen, more began to insult him, and dehumanize him.

He stopped and looked to the sky. As if searching for an answer he whispered so low that the wind swept up his question. "Is this truly my fate?" Is this what I am destined for?" He gazed up almost pleading for an answer or sign. When none came, he started his walk once more. His family had caused this he realized. Their negligence had cost him, so much that he couldn't even walk around outside. That...that hurt much more than anything. At least most problems with his family were rather contained, controlled...now the whole village became an issue he had to deal with.

He lost the sliver of affection he held for his family at that very moment. Even if it was just for "good times sake." However slim the bond with his family was he still didn't completely hate them. He loathed them yes but, then again they were trying to attain something greater than he was. He acknowledged and realized this undeniable fact.

World peace.

The problem lay in what they believed could still be achieved from him. He thought to himself..."Did they truly think after all this...suffering, I could still care for them as I once did? No, ...they broke my trust, my spirit and yet I see their looks of sadness when gazing at me out of the corner of their eye. Almost pleading me to understand. Did they think this...potential world peace came without a cost? A price?! That was what truly angered him.

Continuing his walk to the training ground he really tried to get the ignorant insults and comments out of his mind, but no matter how hard he tried...he couldn't. Wherever he walked it seemed, the scorn got worse. He began to hear the villager's depiction of him. Although they couldn't be any more false, they spun a story, a story that detailed him being the Kyuubi reborn. Hiding in the skin of a human child. Waiting to regain its power, protected by its lineage and visage. Disowning him was the first step they said to be rid of him.

He truly laughed once he overheard that snippet of dialogue. The villagers sneered at him almost thinking that the beast was mocking them. A self-deprecating chuckle filled his very being. He would forever remember this very moment. The moment where he no longer cared about other's opinions. He no longer cared who and what cared for him. The loneliness only made him stronger. In fact, he reveled in it!

That day he truly embraced his place in the prophecy. For now, at least he understood. His place was to shoulder the hate, the hate that would taint his sisters, he would truly embrace this darkness and grow stronger. Stronger than the Hokage, stronger than his self-entitled sisters, everyone. For he was Naruto Uzumaki. The one who shouldered all burden and shadows.


Naruto didn't lie to himself from that point forward. He accepted reality. To be shrouded in hate. To accept his grief and denial. It wasn't that easy though, accepting and drinking in hate got to him every now and then. His anger still hadn't vanished no matter how hard he tried to curb it. His mask was indispensable for this task. He had to refine it almost constantly, and there were several occasions where it was close to cracking, but he held on. He wouldn't let them beat him. He would continue to grow stronger until it would be time to step out of the shadows, and into the light once more.

Present Day Naruto age:8

He still remembered almost crystal clearly that fateful day. He recalled these past months. They had been productive in his opinion, more training, more stability. While his anger remained, he truly took pleasure out of the day he truly embraced his destiny. His purpose.

He hadn't secluded himself either, no sir, he let them speak down to him, throw things at him and he would calmly walk by. Letting them think they held power over him. The past months had been difficult but not impossible.

Snapping out of his remembrance, he once more looked out of his bedroom window, he couldn't help feeling the dark emotions he was just speaking of, coming back with a vengeance. He tried to reel it back as he had many times before...but seeing that technique being taught...made him sick to his stomach.

As of now, he saw his sisters practicing his father's famous technique. Known nationwide.

The Rasengan.

It looked as if they were struggling with condensing the chakra. One of the last stages...he shook his head. He thought it would be easier even to this day. He embraced his inner darkness. Shouldered the hate. Yet his former family still had this much of an effect on him. He once more tried to curb that rage...Trying to consume him, eating away at his sanity. If only this wasn't his fate, to have the highest of rage but the least of happiness. Why could he not let go of this?-Then suddenly he had a realization. What if he did let it all out? Let go of the rage he felt churning inside his very being. All that anger begging to be released from years past and present. Would this...help his glaring issue?

He looked around, He listened, no one was near, the door was locked, ...and a silencing seal was already in place...he decided to finally let out his inner turmoil before it could claim him. "Damnit!" He yelled. He slammed his hands onto his desk causing it to creak and crack. He screamed and grabbed at his scalp truly letting his rage wash over him. His nails turned claws punctured his skin letting life essence bleed out, washing over his face drenching his hair. Going into his blood-red eyes. For a straight hour, he let himself go. He screamed until he could scream no more. His claws retracted. His eyes turned back to their dark blue. His wounds began to heal. Then Naruto sat down in his ruined room and looked around. Objects are thrown across the room. Bloodstains on the floors, walls, and himself. A desk is beaten and barely standing. He then began his introspection.

He felt better, almost lighter. Like he had let that all go. He began to meditate and was surprised to be so clear-minded, usually, his mind was racing, muddled, always protecting itself, now it was clear. Empty. He began to think about his situation.

His mother's sword style. Unique, beautiful, deadly, his father's prized technique the Rasengan. Once more unique, beautiful, deadly. Techniques this "family" was known village and worldwide for. He would have to make his own. He wouldn't accept hapless pity. No matter how strong those techniques were known for he truly didn't care. His pride wouldn't accept that. Accepting that would be paramount to saying he wanted something from them. He wouldn't send that message.

He couldn't rely on them anymore...He frowned with his head clear he realized...he really needed to leave this house...Even he knew this was unhealthy. Even if he embraced the Villager's hate and accepted his position, staying with the cause of his pain was detrimental. He had to let his heart and mind heal. Knowing it would take time away from them to truly understand where he stood. He wouldn't act without his thoughts in order. Whether it be defecting, leaving the clan, etc. He knew all of this and yet...

He just...couldn't help himself. He had taken care of himself since he was 6, learning to cook half-decent food, Learning to sew, since he didn't have money to buy new clothes, The broken promise, his reputation...The lingering rage always came coming back every time he gazed upon them, heard them, smelled them...and with the Nine-Tails soul...he didn't want to leave anything up to chance.

He deduced he needed an even firmer handle on his emotions. He would have to last until the end of the academy to move out. Staying with them for that long would be beyond difficult, and he knew he wasn't prepared for such a daunting task. With a new goal set, and his nindo and promises all but forgotten, he began to meditate to feel his chaotic chakra flow. He channeled it into a steady pattern as once more it calmed him. He sat back up, his mask firmly in place. He needed to be better. Academy starts soon. It's time to get ready.


Ok ok, the second chapter is here. The third one is also almost here as well. I'm writing both drafts simultaneously. It is tiring but I believe this story will be worth it. Remember criticism is needed. I'm not delusional enough to think I'm perfect nor should you. This story is special to me for two reasons: One it is my first and second, it will show my progression. To elaborate I am a junior in online high school. I want to be writing years from now, but for that to happen I need to improve. Even if you don't like some of my chapters, following along through this story still should entertain you. I personally have never seen a FanFiction similar to this and that's why this is so challenging for me. I need help honestly and I need you guys to provide it.

Moving on, as you just read the prologue of this FanFiction is done. I have set the stage so to speak. That is why these first two chapters were so short. He made his nindo, in the beginning, to motivate himself into training, then his training was postponed, and then the promise to join up with his twins was broken. This was the start of his emotionless journey. The next junction would be as of now chapter ones ending when he heard everything that was transpiring. That sent him spiraling down into denial. I also hope you, guys, 's can see I'm using clipped sentences. Already his emotions are evolving with the writing of this story. Shorter sentences and a little less detail when describing what he's doing and or seeing. Anyway the five stages:

Denial.

anger.

bargaining.

depression.

acceptance.

These are the five stages of grief, and he has crossed out essentially all of them. To mask his pain, once more he puts on his emotionless facade. He practices it day in and day out. With no parents who never taught morals or that it was okay to feel certain emotions. He found solace in Shinobi. Their idea to rush into battle for their village, without fear of death. Noble beings. He idolizes that aspect. The warring periods where Tobirama wrote this Shinobi Code. He is most definitely scarred from not having an older figure in his life. Now we have this chapter ending, with hopefully everything explained. You are all now seeing his journey into emotional deprivation. I find this theme very very interesting and hopefully, you will as well. The next chapter will be a time skip to the end of the academy. Where we will truly begin this story. I will also address the thoughts going through his family's head in the next chapter. I want all characters to be involved in some way or another. I wanted to mainly focus on his upbringing and the mask that he created to hide his pain and anger when it became too much to bear. The next chapter will be very interesting and much longer. Once again thank you for reading! Please leave a comment with ideas or criticism to help me improve my writing. Thank you once more! :)

To anyone wondering where I have been, I am truly sorry. Don't think this is abandoned no please don't, But you must also realize I set an unrealistic goal for a first-timer such as myself. Weekly?! When I still have school, social life, gaming, and of course reading other FanFiction?! Absolutely unrealistic. The reason it took much longer though, was because I had the end-of-the-quarter tests. I had to study and read for hours, unfortunately. Don't worry though I'm back and hopefully I can squeeze in some more writing. I still wanna try my hand in this after all. Rewrite done. I would say improved as well.