The purple haired, pigtailed, six year old lay outside Konoha, sobbing loudly. With her torn and ratty clothing it gave the impression that she was nothing more than a beggar. She tried to force herself up, so she could continue to walk, but the strength in her arms had given out long ago. She blinked, her midnight-blue eyes trying to focus on her surroundings as she forced herself to roll onto her back. Instead of getting clearer her vision seemed to get more and more blurry.
She let out a sob of frustration mixed among her cries of sorrow. She wiped at her eyes with her muddy hands, hoping that it was something in her eyes that was making them go blurry. She let out another sob of frustration, seeing as her wiping at her eyes wasn't helping. 'Why me,' she thought desperately, 'why!'
She barely noticed when she completely blanked out, though; I guess not many people notice when they do either. She lay there… unconscious outside Konoha, her cries silenced by her tired, starving state. Her cries regardless of how loud they were seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. No one had gone to check what a child would be doing crying in the middle of no where.
Master Sarutobi walked calmly through the village of Konoha, taking a deep breath and enjoying the fresh air. He wasn't bothered even by Choji, Shikamaru, and Kiba's bumping into him. It was too fine of an evening for that. He took another deep breath and continued towards the outskirts of the village, casting a wary glance towards lonely Naruto, sitting by himself. He sighed and left the village, stretching as he did so.
He froze by what he saw. A little purple haired, pigtailed girl bruised and cut lying on her back, staring into nothing. Her clothes were torn and her breathing seemed to be shallow. 'She's been attacked by a ninja,' he thought, approaching her. He gasped at what he saw hanging around her neck… it was a pendant. 'It can't be,' he thought, almost taking a step back.
The girl groaned slightly, but still remained unconscious. Sarutobi knelt beside her, glancing over some of her wounds. 'She can't stay out here,' he thought, gently picking her up, 'especially if she's one of them.' Sarutobi adjusted his grip on her before turning and heading back into Konoha… towards the orphanage.