In Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves, stood a great cliff against its back. Four stone faces were carved into the cliff, each unique, portraying great power and dignity. One of the heads belonged to Minato Namikaze, a hero of the Leaf Village and its fourth leader, the Yondaime Hokage.
Sitting on one of the huge spikes that were classified as the Yondaime's hair, a young boy no more than 10 years old was planning something that would change the course of his, and many others's, life.
The plan was ready and it was going to scare the shit out of some very powerful people.
The boy on the Yondaime's head had beautiful golden blond hair that spiked up from his head, similar to the Yondaime's. His eyes reflected the sky on a clear, summer's day and his skin had a pale shade of copper to its tone. A very noticeable trait he had were three whisker marks, almost like scars, on each of his cheeks and he had an unusually feminine appearance. He was petite, a bit short for his age and, due to childhood starvation, he'd developed a rather slim waist, giving the illusion of a rounder figure than most boys even now as he was slightly more well fed. He wore a bright orange jumpsuit with blue highlights that hid his form, and the standard shinobi pouch strapped to his right leg, including the usual blue shinobi sandals.
He fiddled with a necklace that was very precious to him, a rather large lime and brown crystal reflecting the moonlight from above, strung around the young boy's neck by a thin black cord.
A thought crossed his mind: jumping would be so easy in that moment.
It was a dark night, no one was around and no one would have cared to stop him anyway.
He stood, ready to jump from one of the spikes on the Yondaime's head.
After all, the people that abused him wouldn't miss him, right? He'd been nothing but their tool. Their toy. Their last line of defence.
The ones that cared for him knew where to find him, so there was no negativity to be beheld from them. All the other people he knew believed the blond to be a nuisance and a monster because of the creature that was sealed within him.
One foot waved out in front of him, and he held himself at a precarious angle, almost parallel to the ground below.
He just stood there in thought — perhaps there'd be someone who'd miss him — before he gave up on his train of thought and took the weight off his grounded foot, plummeting down towards a street he knew well.