Greetings my fellow fanfiction readers, this is TheBrokenDemon for the first chapter of A Demon's Freedom, my first story.

In the reviews someone said that the beginning was cliché. Well don't worry folks, this chapter is where this story takes a different course than other 'Naruto gets neglected' stories. From this point on, I am almost certain that I will have gone in a direction no other author has gone (as far as I know). I can guarantee you guys that this story will be very original with what I have planned.

As for pairings: Please don't ask me to do any of them because I am not sure which one to choose, there is so many. And rest assured this story will not be NaruSaku, Naruhina or Yaoi (I hate this stuff), If there is a harem, it will be small, like 2-3 girls.

Now enough with the annoying author's note, let's get going with the story.

Ps. I don't own Naruto, obviously.

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Chapter 1- Rising Hatred

It was morning in Konohagakure. The sun gave its first rays and birds chirped happily for the nice weather. There was a slight breeze that comforted the early risers and put the overall population in a good mood.

Of course, this was known by everybody but Namikaze Naruto, his dark, windowless room easily blocked these graceful features. The only thing you could differentiate from the night before would be the single ray of light coming from under his door.

But that didn't matter to him; he lived like this for as long as he could remember. In fact, at the moment he was in a happy mood, something that's very rare for the usually rageful youth.

The reason he was in such a state was obviously because of his newfound partner, Kurama, and because he now had a means to escape this hellhole his 'family' called home. Even now, in his mostly-awake state, he had to pinch himself to make sure this was real and not a Genjutsu made by his sister to make him suffer more.

He was soon reassured that this was indeed reality by the deep snoring of the fox in the back of his mind, it seemed that they could communicate without speaking, another great advantage if you asked him. The less his parents get suspicious, the better.

Yes, nothing could take away his good mood on this new day, nothing could interrupt his -"

*Bang* *Bang* "Naru! Hurry up and come make me breakfast you dirty bug! I'm starving!"

Naruto sent a death glare towards the door as he heard it unlock. He couldn't believe he had forgot the only thing that could interrupt his plotting: His daily life.

Deeming the person that was previously banging on the door to be out of earshot, he cursed and got up from his sitting position, stumbling as he did so. He went to reach for the doorknob before he noticed his present attire; he couldn't possibly appear in front of his sister in such clothes.

"Sigh... looks like I have to wear that fucking thing today too" he said distastefully as he glanced back to the orange heap of cloth on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and quickly changed, revealing the cloth to be some kind of orange jumpsuit. He absolutely hated it, but it was the only thing he had to wear that didn't look like rags, so he had to bare with it.

Finally done, he twisted the knob and opened the door. Light suddenly blinded him and he closed his eyes to avoid the pain, he didn't want a headache to start forming this early in the day. The light revealed some of his features that were previously hidden by the dark; whisker marks that tripled on each cheek and pale, almost white skin.

As he walked down the long, narrow hallway that lead to the kitchen. He couldn't help but grumble hatefully and glare at the air in front of him. Escaping would have to be done later, for now he has to steel himself for another shitty day.

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The first sight that greeted Naruto as he entered the kitchen, a room he felt he was too familiar in, was his sister sitting in a chair tapping her foot impatiently on the floor. She was dressed in elaborate light blue, silky pajamas that made him sweat drop. Why the hell would someone sleep in something this fancy?

This question was rhetorical as he already knew the answer. His sister was the kind of person that thought of herself as better than other people and didn't waste time reminding them of it.

She was the stereotypical spoilt princess, having their parents in the palm of her hands with her sweet lies and adorable but fake expressions. She always got what she wanted, and when she didn't, let's just say his ears were still ringing from that time.

But that wasn't what was worse about her in his opinion; the worst was that she somehow could blame everything she did in him, however farfetched it may seem.

Natsuki saw him enter the room and adopted a sweet smile, one that gave him the chills every single time. «Naru, I expect my breakfast to be flawless this morning, or there may be some unforeseen... Consequences." she said as if she was a queen addressing a peasant.

Naruto clenched his fist tightly and grit his teeth in anger; he hated this feeling of powerlessness. He walked behind the counter where the young girl was sitting and forced his voice to be even and polite. «Of course, now what would you like for breakfast?"

And so she explained to him exactly what she wanted, which was of course an elaborate and overly-complicated course of yogurt, eggs and fruit juice. He really was thankful that he had to face the other way while cooking, that way she couldn't see his angry scowl and madly twitching left eye. His sister was humming joyfully behind him, which made his irritation go up a notch.

He was halfway through cooking the eggs when he heard his sister speak. "Hey Naru, don't forget to add the onions in there, because there will never be a day that such a bland meal will pass my beautiful lips, Hohohohoho..."(Just imagine an Oujo-Sama laugh).

The blonde boy almost dropped his spatula, her lips! How in the world could be forget such a dreadful thing. His own lips would have to touch the very same ones she was speaking of. He turned a bit green and promptly forgot to add the onions, much to his future self's chagrin.

A dozen minutes later, we find the blonde boy washing the dishes while the redhead scrutinized the fruit of his efforts, which was quite good if he had to say so himself. He hoped that it was satisfactory; it was usually this very moment that decided if his day would be hell or not.

Unfortunately for him, it was over as soon as she noticed the onion-less eggs. His blood turned cold, he could sense his sister's sadistic smile, a smile she never let out in anyone's presence except him.

"Hohoho, Naru... you must be looking forward to this day of chores, since you are serving me such a shameful meal." Naruto kicked himself inwardly while groaning, he was just about to bang his head on the counter like every time this happened, but two adults saved him the headache by entering the room.

"Good morning Natsuki" Kushina said lovingly as she entered the room and sat beside her daughter, offering her a sweet smile. She was clearly unaware of what happened only moments before, as well as the presence of her other child. The latter, however wasn't new to Naruto as he couldn't remember the last time his mother talked to him, he didn't know whether she chose to ignore him or if there were other circumstances, he didn't care enough to try to find out.

Minato also greeted her without missing a beat, ruffling his daughter's hair affectionately as he did so, much to the girl's hidden annoyance. The only greeting Naruto received was a passing glance, as usual. The family of three then sat side by side at the table, eating quietly. The blonde boy himself chose to eat quickly while leaning against the wall; he didn't plan to stay much longer anyway.

"Oh my, this is quite delicious. Did you cook it yourself Natsuki?" asked Kushina happily while munching on some eggs. This didn't really anger Naruto as he decided long ago that he was cooking for himself and that he gave his family the leftovers.

"Hohohoho, of course I did, what would you expect from your own child?" No, this is what pissed him off. His sister took credits for all the good things he did to further warp their parents around her finger. His mother never noticed the lie coming and promptly hugged the girl, eliciting a smile from the Namikaze Head.

Naruto tch'd quietly and pushed himself off the wall, it was time for him to take his leave. He was just about to turn the corner to the kitchen's right when he heard something he had been dreading. It seems his sister noticed his pointless attempt at escaping his impending 'punishment'.

"Hey dad" the girl started with teary eyes, "just before you came in earlier Nii-chan was being mean and calling me names, he even tried to push me while I was cooking".

Minato bought her story without hesitation, he was certain that his daughter was telling nothing but the truth, she was a good girl after all. He then fixed Naruto with a nasty stare as the boy himself looked at him in disbelief. Not disbelief at the situation of course, but at his father's stupidity. He, an eight year old child, was able to tell that the girl's tears were clearly fake while his father, the godamn Hokage, the strongest in the village couldn't. This was ridiculous!

Minato got up and slapped the blonde boy on the cheek, hard. Naruto, held his hand to his face and grimaced in pain while the young girl hid a gleeful smile. This had never happened before!

"I've had it with you! How many times do I have to tell you to leave her alone! I don't want you being around her for awhile, so go back to your room and don't get out until I say so!"

The man roughly pushed his son in the hallway and turned around quickly, eager to spend the last few minutes before work with his family.

Naruto stumbled a little before walking normally. He allowed himself a victorious smirk, this wasn't a punishment, it was a blessing.

As he continued his trek he heard Kurama's deep voice echoing sarcastically in his head. "This is one painful punishment..."

The blonde snickered in agreement.

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Same day- Night

Namikaze Minato was considered a prodigy by pretty much every citizen of Konoha. He was known by every Shinobi throughout the nations for his infamous Hiraishinthat took out an army in a matter of seconds and for being a great Hokage. The only thing you could say he was bad at was being a father, not that he knew that.

Being Hokage was hard; it made you responsible for the entire population and for insuring the safety of the villagers. In times of peace, the job could actually be called fun, the only disadvantage being the shitload of paperwork. It was in times of grief, pain and war that it became increasingly nerve-racking. The Uchiha massacre was a prime example of that, Minato had been forced to take a decision that killed a whole clan, but saved a lot of people in the end. It was after times like these that the Hokage had to shoulder the weight of his decisions and bear the guilt of killing many people.

Unfortunately for him, he was in a similar situation at the moment. That was why he was sitting alone in the Hokage tower looking at various documents, the moon shining brightly in the late evening sky.

'This is bad..." he thought while looking at various reports of civilians' and Shinobis' conditions. It was indeed bad; the document reported that the overall population of the village couldn't perform as well as they should because the grief and pain given to them by the Kyuubi attack was reaching his peak.

He could guess that it was because they finally realized that their loved ones were not coming back, how it took so long to acknowledge he didn't know, but it was becoming a problem.

"And that's not all" he told himself with a sigh, glancing at another report. This one showed the various acts of violence and vandalism by both civilian and Shinobi. It seemed that they also had a lot of pent up anger that they couldn't direct on something successfully.

He didn't even need to look at the final file to know that it was about the decrease of good performance on missions by his Shinobi.

He closed his eyes tightly in concentration and pinched the bridge of his nose. He really didn't know what to do. The Uchiha massacre had only been a clan-wide problem, but this was on a much larger scale. It affected the whole village and the safety of its inhabitants. They were the strongest village! If another village was to somehow get hold of this information, they could be invaded!

He had to find a way to make this end.

"I see your working hard, Hokage-Sama." a voice broke him out of his trance-like state. He looked up with an annoyed expression, but soon felt his eyes soften at the sight of his secretary walking in with a tray of tea. He smiled softly at her.

"Thank you for staying here to prepare this, Kasumi." She blushed slightly as she set the tray down and bowed to him.

"No no, thank you for doing the best you can for the village. But please don't overwork yourself, we need our leader in top shape everyday after all." she said in an honest tone. She then turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Minato sighed once again as he picked up his tea and leaned back on his chair. He took a sip and turned around towards the large window, looking at the starry sky.

"Sensei... What should I do...?" he asked his not present teacher. Ahhhh how he wished Jiraiya was with him at the moment, guiding him like he did in the past. But the Sannin had left the village right years ago after learning that the Third had died. The blonde Kage could recall the white haired man's sad look filled with pain and sadness like it was yesterday, one couldn't forget such a look on an important person's face.

The only way he knew that Jiraiya was still alive and loyal to the village was the large envelope full of information about the villages and about Orochimaru's whereabouts. However, the man himself didn't come back once.

Tsunade wasn't very much help either, as she had disappeared somewhere so well hidden that even his bet tracking teams couldn't find her. No, he couldn't rely on the 3 Sannin for this; he had to find something on his own.

He gazed at the sculpted faces on the Hokage Monument. 'What would you guys do' he thought as he looked at his predecessors' faces. 'Please tell me...'

Fate answered his call of distress in a rather... Unorthodox way.

Suddenly, three owls passed through the night sky and in front of his own giant face on the monument. Their flight stopped the moonlight from reaching his giant stone cheek in three places, forming a set of whisker-like shadows.

Minato's eyes widened, he had the perfect way to deal with this all along, right under his nose. His son would be perfect as he held the soul of the beast that attacked years ago, the thing that caused the population of Konoha such pain and grief. If he just gave his son up to the villagers, they could release their pent up anger and maybe move on.

He remembered clearly why he had decided to keep his son locked up in their compound as a servant. It was to keep him from being a Shinobi, from being too strong. He had been afraid that the Kyuubi in him would influence the boy and turn him against the village to take its revenge.

After eight years of treating his son like he was a servant, he didn't feel like they were related in any way anymore and thus, he didn't feel any remorse in allowing this inhuman plan. In fact, he was kind of relieved to be getting rid of him, he was more trouble than he was worth anyway.

He glanced at his calendar. October 10th was in three weeks, it was perfect for what he had in mind. What he didn't know was that his decision would change the fate of all the nations, but more specifically of one blonde child.

Glad to have found a solution, Minato slumped down on his desk groaned. He would be getting home soon, he needed his 8 hours of sleep to be able to lead his village properly.

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With Naruto- Same time

"Yes, that could work." That could work Naruto said seriously, he and Kurama had been forming a plan all day and after many frustrations, they came up with a somewhat good plan. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best they could come up with using the resources they currently had.

"Right, but you will need to be extra careful not to alert anybody or you can kiss freedom goodbye, we absolutely MUST NOT get captured."

The blonde allowed himself a small confident smile as he replied: "Don't worry, with the date I chose, nothing could go wrong..."

October 10th, the night where Kurama attacked, the day where the populations mood and awareness was at its lowest (Information acquired when he overheard his parents talking about it the year earlier).

This was day he would leave this place, the day where he would go out in the world and train to become the strongest.

He suddenly had a feeling of intense dread and shivered, but quickly pushed it away. It wouldn't do for him to start doubting his plan.

And with that in mind the countdown towards the fateful day started.

21 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds.

58 seconds.
57.
56...

And that's it for now folks. I hope you liked this chapter of A Demon's Freedom.

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