Chapter 3!~ This chapter I've got Tsunade!
Tsunade walks out. "Thanks for bringing me out."
"I have two questions for you," I say.
"Ask away."
"How much do you dislike paperwork?"
Tsunade's face turns sour. "I hate it more than almost anything. Maybe more than Orochimaru."
I nod. "Yes, yes. I understand. And the second question is: would you please say the disclaimer?"
"Of course! Nonya owns nothing but the plot," Tsunade says with a smile.
"We both hope that you read, enjoy, and review," I say.
Chapter Three:
Decisions
The day was October 10th and Naruto didn't dare move from his bed the entire day. He knew what would happen if he left his apartment. He'd have twice as many beatings if he did. There was no training that day, the one positive of that day. He didn't have to go out and didn't have to put on his fake smile. As the sun slowly made its decent he hugged himself tighter, eyes locked on the wall in front of him. He had locked the doors and windows, but knew that it wouldn't work, like it never did. He buried his face in his knees as the sun finally disappeared and the moon ruled the skies and seemed to make the villagers yells of rage rise. He bit his lip and tried his best not to rock like he did when he was younger, and he succeeded as he said a prayer.
Then there was pounding and he winced at every one until there was the final one. He looked at his bedroom door and then saw angry villagers storm in like they owned the place. He tried to back away, even if it was just a little, but one villager grabbed his ankle and another grabbed his shoulder and one more grabbed his wrist and dragged him off of the bed and slammed him on the ground. He felt a kunai stab his shoulder and then a foot ram into his side. He refused to cry, he wouldn't give them that satisfaction. He was forced from his side to his back and a fist slammed into his right eye. He grunted, but did nothing other than get beaten by the villagers. Emotional, physical, and mental damage was dished out to him by the adults of the village. Civilians and shinobi alike beat him in both sober and drunken rage until they got tired and left.
He was sore all over, bleeding, and crying. Why do they hate me?
He always wondered that, but he knew. The Kyuubi was sealed in him at birth and they thought that he was the demon. He dragged himself onto his bed and rested there for a little while before he trudged to his desk and wrote a letter, his mind going down many dark roads as he did. He changed into undamaged clothes and then left his letter on the door on the inside. He then ran towards Ichiraku's ramen, the only place that could even come remotely close to cheering him up. He entered with a fake grin and thought it'd be best to have a few bowls.
"Hey Naruto! The usual?" Teuchi asked with a smile.
"You know it!" Naruto yelled, sitting down in a stool.
After eating about three bowls he paid for it and then some. Amaya's eyebrows came together. "Naruto, this is too much."
"It's no problem. Think of it as a thank you for everything you've done," he said.
"We'll always be here for you," Amaya assured.
"You don't have to," Teuchi said, holding out the money. "You'll need it more than us."
Naruto smiled, glad his back was turned to them because his eyes were watering. "No, I'm not. Goodbye."
With that said the blond walked at random, feeling some of his wounds start to bleed again. He went into the forest, his heart feeling heavy and his body aching. He was done. He collapsed in a clearing, and stared into the sky for a minute or two before he pulled out a kunai and lifted it to look at it's blade. It was unstained, untouched until that moment, and it was about to be stained by the owner's blood. He raised one arm and made a light cut on one wrist, nothing too serious, just so he could watch the crimson trail down his arm and slowly turn darker. He sat up after who knows how long and put the kunai where it counted and closed his eyes. He breathed and-
