"Listen kid, you can paint the shed in the back, cut my lawn, and do housework to get the money you need. As I understand, you have nine months about, and you still need one ninth of the money. So get working! I'll feed you for free and you can sleep on the couch." Yuki's uncle wasn't exactly a kind old man.
"Yes sir." I said politely.
"Cut that out! You think this is the damn army? My name is Hiroshi." Hiroshi clearly wasn't fond of having a little kid around.
"Sorry, Hiroshi." All I remember of that day after that is hoping that his couch was soft.
Seven months Later...
I finished pushing the old, rusted push-mower that Hiroshi said I was "lucky to have," then I walked inside to take a nice, relaxing bath. I took off my shirt and scratched the scars on my back from the burns. As I got into the water steam rose from the surface. It was so relaxing. I had just began to enjoy myself when I heard a scream from downstairs.
"Help! Help!" It was Hiroshi.
I hopped out of the tub, put on my pants quickly, and rushed downstairs. By the time I had gotten there, it was too late. Hiroshi lay on the floor, a knife through his heart. Above him was a large man, dressed in black business attire with a blood-soaked white shirt. I search frantically for something that could help me. My salvation literary lay in Hiroshi's hand. I grabbed the 6-inch knife from his bloodied fingers. With no time I tossed the knife and hit the man square in the head. I called the police, who came over and cleaned it all up. One of them found the old man's will upstairs in a desk with a letter.
Hiroshi's Letter
Dear Naruto,
Living out here in the woods alone has always been dangerous for me. I've been paying a Gang for protection, but over the past six months I've been skipping out to put the money towards your Ninja school or what-ever it is. I fear that by the time you get this I may already be dead. I have enough, forget me Naruto, you have to much in the future to dwell on the past. Just remember that those who hate you don't win, unless you hate them too*. Good luck Naruto, good luck.
Love, Hiroshi
End of his Letter
A tear rolled down my cheek, I never thought he had cared about me that much. It was that week I ever more determined to become a Shinobi, more than ever. It was that week I enrolled at Konoha's Academy for the Shinobi Arts. It was that week, I looked towards a bright future, instead of a black past.
The End.
Lol, sorry it took me a while to get out. I might make a sequel, but don't count on it too much. Thanks to all of you who supported me.
*"Always remember that others may hate you but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself." A Richard M. Nixon quote.