A Fox's Love
Chapter 1: Book one The Call for Blood
"Demon Speaking"
"Normal speech"
"Thoughts and emphasized words"
Thoughts and letters/newspapers
I'm planning on doing a first person point of view for Naruto mostly for this story. There will be parts where it is Third person but that's for any other character.
As stated by some reviewers, this story is set in the 1800's, Fire Country will be based on one European country along with one country from Asia. This won't be like your average Naruto story, I guarantee it.
Read and review please.
"Sure people are famous for doing what's right, but many more are famous for doing what's wrong."
-Yakov in a conversation to Isaac
The Call for Blood
A clever man once said those very words before he and his companion won The Battle of M'ulki a strategic victory for Iwa. The battle solidified two great nations involvement in the Third Great Shinobi War and roughly twenty thousand Kaze no Kuni men lost their lives in only a few days. This event brought four nations to arms, dozens of countries to conflict, and almost half a million lives lost two years after the Battle of M'ulki.
The Call of Blood they called it.
I had an entirely different call for blood.
It took years in the making. Everyone can be apart of it. Stop moving! Listen. You may not hear it now and hopefully never, but listen to this tale and learn. Love, hate, money, poverty, happiness and solitude are all connected to the call for blood.
The world around me
I'd like to say my story started back in the orphanage, but it started much further back. I could remember Konoha perfectly as if I was there. Great towering buildings were starting to pop up across the city. Lines of steel were being laid out across the country, with plans of traveling people along great metal leviathans. Roads were being paved with cement, instead of stone. Machines were replacing hands. Kids were sent to factories. Adults were drinking. Opium was spreading.
Yes, that was my city. That was my home. In the phoenix orphanage, I had the dream, of one day rising above my status, as a monster, as a nobody, working from five in the morning till nine at night. Doing whatever the grownups told me to do at the work station. The orphanage wasn't that bad. Well, it kinda was. Still I was given a bed stuffed with straw and a bowl of rice a day.
Yet, I still yearned for a better life even back then.
Naruto
I huddled against a cold wall, trying my best to ignore the pain. The streets were deserted at this hour. Most of the people that were about seemed to be going home to avoid the rough storm. I felt pain course though my chest at the feeling of it rumbling like thunder.
Lightning crashed down, rain blew against the brick and mortar walls like pellets from muskets. The small knapsack that hugged my back was drenched from the rain. My bright orange jacket was in a similar state, along with my shirt, and pants.
Most people would cry at the prospect of being homeless and in the rain; with no shoes and food. I grew out of the crying stage awhile back and wasn't planning on showing anymore weakness. People love weakness.
I spotted an old wooden sheet which was beside some rotting trash across the alleyway. The sky was dark, and the only light that shined along the street were the lit oil lanterns hanging from wooden posts. I ran across the alleyway and placed the wooden sheet above my head.
Curse those damn men! I wouldn't be out in the street if the city guard didn't kick me out of my building.
The building was in reality more of an abandoned building. Though if I had known at that time it was going to be rebuilt into a sail factory for schooner ships, I would have left earlier. I was lucky enough though that the guards didn't send me to the orphanage. Though the fierce beating I received instead wasn't anything to brag about. I could still feel the stinging pain from the knocked out baby tooth as of now.
I was five when the head of the orphanage decided to kick me out. There was after all a strict rule that any child that outgrew their bed was sent out. That rule didn't seem to apply to me that day. I was given a fresh birthday surprise with no regard to how embarrassing it was to be laughed at by my peers, and to then be thrown out the door of the orphanage.
As a year went by memories of the orphanage felt warm instead of rough.
"Drivach Louskenvik Vova!" yelled out a man speaking an odd foreign language.
"What in bloody hell did he say?"
Their voices grew louder as they came closer.
"Illarion said he spotted the little boy."
My cold hands flinched as I heard the person say "little boy". They had to be talking about me.
"Oh, Manitou I see him too. It's the boy from earlier."
Several different voices picked up in an uproar. I shuddered as a group of people formed around the street. A women's voice cut though most of groups bickering "He took my son! He was only a year old! No one ever found his body… and that filth over there is taunting me with his existence. He's not in that bloody orphanage nor is he hiding anywhere else!"
I turned my head towards where their voices were coming from. Candles in apartments across the street lit up. Various people were coming out of their homes to find out what was happening.
The people out in about also turned their attention on me, most of them had umbrellas or rain coats.
A familiar instinct told me to run and so I did. My bare feet skidded along the cobble stone alleyway. I moved to the side, and missed yellow water and smelly brown feces that came from above.
I continued to run realizing that the people that lived in the buildings above, were intentionally trying to cover me in their waste. A glass bottle tore into my skull causing the world to turn wobbly. A mind shattering spike of pain spread around the impact zone. The sky started raining red water. I thought that was impossible cause at the moment I couldn't even form a coherent thought, until I realized quickly it was my blood.
The mob of various people started to come closer and people from above yelled curses and threw down buckets of waste. I jumped up as people from the crowd started to throw rocks and bricks. The smell of waste and ammonia raked off of me as I turned left out of the alleyway into a muddy road.
The crowd was closer than they were before. People were coming from a block away from the right side of the road and the mob was starting to near the end of the alleyway. I turned left, down the street at speeds that most grownups would be jealous of. I was always a fast kid, though back then even most trained genin had a tough time catching up to me. (That may be because of the fact that I was quite used to running away from people may it be because of theft or fear of a beating.)
I moved away from carriages and horsemen as I turned into another alleyway. All the way down I came to an intersection with only two ways to go. Hearing people yell and curse from the other end caused me to turn left.
The decision seemed fine until I came up to a tall wooden gate. Blood started to fall down my head like sweat and the stinging pain from the glass could still be felt. Men from the mob of people started to make their way down the alleyway.
I surveyed the fence top to bottom till I settled my eyes on a small hole big enough for me to slide through. I quickly slid my knapsack through the wooden fence hoping to get to it in time. I fell to my knees not caring about the pain.
The only thought in mind was getting through that fucking fence in time.
I crawled forth gaining a couple of splinters along the way. I stuck my head and left arm through the other side feeling the cold rain brush against my blond hair. As I was about to put my right arm through a powerful force started to pull me back.
"Please sir! Stop it. I'm sorry for whatever I did! I didn't mean to do it!"
My plea wasn't heard, as he pulled me back hard enough for me to lose my resistance on the other side of the fence. I stared at several men and women from all ages above their teens as they arrived. The man that pulled me out had rotting brown teeth and a smell that was as bad as mine.
"Stop your wining and struggling you little devil! Else I cut that throat of yours."
The woman from earlier arrived accompanied by three men who looked beyond abnormal. All three of them had on leather and bronze armor accompanied by the standard iron rapier issued to all soldiers of the military.
The woman had a beautiful face with shining orange hair and blue eyes that weren't even close to mine. She had fair skin and a curvy chest and butt that most men would settle for. All I saw was a woman that certainly did not want to treat me like a child. Her icy stare pierced my soul. The scowl on her face made everyone else look like dubious happy campers.
Water flowed down my cheeks as she said happily, "Before I kill you I'm going to take whatever happiness you have left and everything else along with that!"
I was confused by what she said but my mind turned numb from the bleeding and then the beating. I can't recall what had happened. Though after a couple of hours of being punched, stabbed, burned, cursed at, humiliated, and things I can't recall. All I could do through the whole experience was hug my knees when I could and cry for the first time in weeks.
The crowd quickly started to disperse into just a couple of dozen people. The shouts of approval dwindled and the regularity of each act of pain grew further apart. Wearing just my undershorts and unable to move from the puddle of blood beneath me, the violence all of a sudden stopped. I finally felt the aftermath. I was swollen from head to toe. Pain began to knot in my legs as I tried to move them. The pain pinned me down and I knew from experience that moving broken legs did nothing but cause more pain.
Before I knew it the mob of people started to debate on killing me.
"Look if we kill him the demon, it might as well jump out of him right now."
Demon. The word tried to come out of my mouth in protest but it came out in a terrible spine tingling gargle.
"Little demon!" yelled a man kicking me in my gut with as much force as he could muster.
One of the men pulled out a knife he held it with a tight grip. My eyes and mouth were petrified. My body shook like I was naked on an iceberg. I couldn't think past the pain... I had never been put in a position as painful as this. I just knew the knife may end the torment.
The effort it took to hold my head several inches from the ground was terrible. Coughing out blood and with defiance I barely whispered, "Why… are you doing this? I… aghh!"
It was too late though the man grabbed me by my blood stained hair causing protest among the group. Most of the crowd dispersed as they saw my blood pour from my neck. The man replied gleefully, "I'm doing this because you are nothing more than a waste of air. You're the Kyuubi Kitsune and always will be."
Crimson energy began to surround my body like a cloak. Anger and ice cold hatred erupted in a shock wave of killer intent. The man tried to stab at my chest but his efforts were all for nothing. A split second later he was screaming on the ground trying to stop the blood from gushing out of his arm.
The neck wound started to close, and the smell of blood soon reeked throughout the whole alleyway.
Several Days later
I regained consciousness only to be blinded by the light of day. My first instinct was to open and close my eyes, to try to adjust to the light of the room. I was lying in a large soft bed tucked in snugly like a child. The soft bed brought back memories from the orphanage. (I knew full well, that although their beds were stuffed with straw, the place still had beds.)
I analyzed the room and concluded after clearing my head that I was at the hospital. I tried to remember how I arrived here only to not remember much. All I could think of was the feeling of the man's knife and being chased.
I was never a huge fan of the hospital. To be truthful I hated the hospital. It may have been because of an earlier incident, in which I accidentally caused the head of the orphanage to slip and fall on his ass, by placing a thin layer of water outside of his office door. The whole working station laughed when the news reached us, and the guys who slept next to me congratulated me for my actions. The head of the orphanage was a man named Sturgeon; I could barely remember his characteristics from over a year ago, except that he was well known for being greedy. His greed paid off though. I was sent to the hospital a month later upon finding out I was sick with the infamous Gastronidis.
He didn't forget how he was humiliated in front of his whole staff, so to settle the score he purposely threw me in the hospital basement, locking the door behind me, during my checkup. When I was discovered a day later I was smart enough not to say a word. I later found out I wasn't sick with anything and I was surprised to find out there was no such thing as gastronidis.
"You were an idiot back then, like you are now!" The voice had an icy tone to it and whomever said it seemed to nearly roar it.
I looked around the room only to see that no one was there. All I heard were the murmurs of adults talking outside of my room. Already used to being called names I got out of bed and walked to the other side of the room by a dirty glass mirror.
A mind numbing memory of a bottle crashing against my head brought me to examine my head. My wavy blond hair was freshly washed and resumed its near gravity defying position. I was starting to wonder if the hospital staff took their time to wash me thoroughly, because there wasn't even a single speck of dirt, on my whisker like birth marked cheeks. The feeling of a cold knife sliding against my neck caused me to check it, only to find not even a single mark was there. My sapphire blue eyes widened when I heard voices pick up near the door.
Not really knowing what to do I stood where I was, as the door to my hospital room opened. A nurse dressed in thick starch white clothes dropped the bucket of water she was carrying as soon as her eyes settled on mine.
A doctor came in past her and said out loud "So you finally came out of your slumber. Keiko how about you come back in ten minutes, you can clean that up later, and he shouldn't be much of a problem. You just wait here for little while boy. And don't you worry. We'll be coming back and then you'll be sent off"
I cringed as he said sent off. Sent off where? To the orphanage or even a working station. There were worse fates than those, but even I had to admit I wasn't planning on seeing men like Sturgeon for a while.
Before he left I asked him "Do you know where my stuff is at?"
Dressed in only a thin white hospital gown, I was starting to wonder where my clothes went to.
"We couldn't find where they were at."
"How come?"
The doctor made note of my statement by vigorously writing down every word I just said. With a quick bye he left the room along with the nurse.
"Your knapsack was thrown away as soon as they found it. I mean you had practically nothing on but old disgusting rags. Hell they did you a favor by throwing it away! I wonder if they're going to send you back to that orphanage." Spoke that voice again in joyful tone.
Upon hearing the voice my tanned face flared red and I yelled back "Shut the Fuck up!"
(I was six back then but even so. I still had a tight vocabulary on anything that centered on curse words.)
The hospital wing became quiet but then went on to its normal chatty routine. Knowing my fate was sealed I sat on the bed feeling the rumbling of my belly tightening by the second.
"You have five more minutes before that nurse comes back. There are a couple pairs of clothes that won't be in your size in a room down the hall. Some string may fix that. Go now!"
"Who are you?" I said aloud.
"Ask those questions later. Right now you have no choice but to trust me. You could always wait here and find out what they'll do to you. I don't expect it to be good."
I wasn't completely trustful, a mysterious voice coming from who knows where was talking to me. The alternative sounded much worse though.
Allowing fate and ignorance to guide my way, I walked out of the room without any further questions. As long as the person was helping me from going to the orphanage I was contempt on following their directions.
The cold tiled floor of the hospital chilled my back but I continued down the corridor.
No one was noticing me as I walked down the hall. Years of hiding and paranoia kept me to the shadows and in clusters of people. Several men wearing headbands with the sigil of the leaf were too busy talking with each other to pay attention to a six year old boy. Who walked past them down the hospital hall alone, nearly naked, with the exception of his hospital gown on.
"So you heard about what they did to the poor ass?"
"No, what happened?"
"He pretty much got what he deserved in my opinion. The Hokage sent us a letter something about hands off and it's-"
Their conversation wasn't anything as interesting as a nurse flirting with a young man.
"So I heard you just came back from the northern border. Is it as exciting as they say? Or are there more exciting things now that your home?"
"Ok turn to the door on your right."
I looked left taking notice of the waiting area for guests. The Konoha General hospital was the second biggest hospital in the country besides the one in the capital. It was renowned for having six floors; it was built in a square with a small courtyard in the middle; with close to two thousand rooms, and some of the best medical shinobi in the country working in it. No one ever told me it was this easy to walk out of it. Out of everyone I encountered in the hall, only one man took peculiar notice of me.
He had straight dark brown hair and soul piercing light brown eyes. He had on a pair of glasses along with a casual suit, one would see on an educated person. He held a book in his hands thick enough to make me wonder how long it would take me to finish it.
The man just stared at me before going back to reading as if I was nothing to him. In a way that always hurt more than the words people said to my face.
"Are you runner up for dumbest peasant of the year? Just turn right not left. Do you even know what right is?"
"Yes I do." I replied back in a near growl with reddened cheeks.
I turned right and opened the door to the room.
Konoha Council Chamber
Danzo sat in his respectable seat he had held for almost ten years and like always he hated sitting in it. Back pain wasn't the key issue to Danzo's enigma. Though if Danzo could say who the main cause of it was. The only word that would come from his mouth would be Hiruzen.
"I would be honored to represent our country when we save the poor souls Zaire. Though before I leave, I'd like for everyone to vote on supporting the converted tribes' allegiance with our village." Spoke Mr. Nergui.
Mr. Nergui was from the Nergui clan near the southern border of Hi no Kuni. While he wasn't quite popular among civilians; most of the council members in the room respected his position as head speaker of foreign relations. A position he held for the past three years after he signed a trade alliance with the Dravot Empire.
Sarutobi smiled his grandfather smile as everyone including Danzo replied to Koharu Utatane with an "aye" as she called for everyone's vote. Sarutobi then huffed from his pipe before saying "We shall miss you while you are gone. And I hope you and explorer Morton can make the emperor proud."
After going through problem after problem for roughly thirty minutes, Danzo wasn't surprised as a civilian clan head spoke up "Are the rumors true?"
Sarutobi raised an eyebrow in utter confusion and asked the man to repeat himself.
"Well I heard about that boy being rough handled by dozens of people in an alleyway. And I'd like to sleep better at night knowing if he was the one who killed those people and not someone else."
Danzo stared at Sarutobi's eyes knowing how badly the man hated his job. Like all old men Hiruzen was stubborn to the end and would never give up his seat. Very ironic if he could say so himself. The civilian's statement caused an uproar of murmurs, in which the whole room started to ramble about debating a six year olds fate.
"The boy is nothing more than a horrible demon!"
"He killed my brother!"
"The little thieving fuck has been stealing from one of my stores for the past year. He owes me for the lives of ten of my employees from six years ago."
Some other clan heads debated on the topic too.
"He's only five or six years old! That's like killing my daughter. The fact we're even debating this is shameful."
"The demon might release from his body if we actually go through with it."
Most of the thirty people in the room seemed to be on the debate; however there were a few exceptions. Fagaku Uchiha seemed to be quiet only listening in on each side. Council member Clement Sasaki, (a well-known enemy of Danzo's around the council), just sat there and smiled. So were council members Abir Levi, and of course like always clan head Shibi Aburame. Hiruzen broke the pointless bickering by slamming his fist on the table.
"Before we continue calling each other names and acting like children, I would like to say that these last five days have been both tiring and stressful for all of us. But that doesn't mean any of you have the right to persecute a boy and especially one that has suffered enough. So I have now made a law. Anyone who plans on harming Naruto will lose a hand. Anyone planning or acting on trying to take his life will lose their head. Do I make myself clear!?"
"Yes Hokage-sama. I think we all agree with you. I doubt any of us truly want to harm Naruto Uzamaki. But what about those who he killed?" spoke Hiashi Hyuga while glaring at Fagaku Uchiha who seemed none the wiser.
"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with them now that they are dead. I'll be truthful by saying eleven of them were killed and only two of the ones that were there survived. The families of the ones that were killed will be getting a compensation for their ignorance but not much. The ones who survived will get nothing but a warning since there wouldn't be a point in throwing them in a prison in their condition. I will also say that Naruto did not take any part in their deaths, and any leak in the seal shall be fixed immediately if there even is one."
His speech seemed to calm done the council for now. Although Danzo now wondered if the all of the council would take the laws to heart or bide their time. Personal matters such as this were always games of patience. All Danzo could think about was that at least he was going to take action.
The meeting dismissed until next month and Danzo waited until the last man left the room before saying to his friend "So where is he going?"
"Who is this he you are talking about?"
"Naruto, who else would I be talking about?"
"I was thinking about the orphanage but I know that place is going to tear him apart. I also thought about taking money from his savings account and renting out a cheap apartment. There was also an idea from someone to send him to the Fenland orphanage."
The Fenland orphanage was an orphanage for juveniles between the ages of eight and twelve. Its focus was to allow gifted orphaned kids of shinobi, noble, and even hazy backgrounds to go to school or to the Fenland academy until they were lucky enough to be eligible for their own apartments.
"He is too young for that place. I've gotten a quarter of my agents from that place and believe me there are tales of addiction, sex, and stuff too young for him. He is six years old and I say the village owes him an apartment. Give the boy a large apartment and three caretakers for a year before he leaves for the academy."
"When you say caretakers, who are you planning on sending Danzo? Shinobi, soldiers, root agents, it almost sounds like you have been doing a lot of deep thinking on this subject?"
"Well lets see here, I care about the boy a great deal. He is a weapon, but he is also still a human being my dear friend. You'd probably put a bunch of brain dead shinobi to look after the kid. He needs real life people to one day look up to."
"Hahaha! The great Shinobi no Yami (the darkness of shinobi) knows people that a six year old orphan could look up too. I mean we are great friends but why would I put people who are likely root agents to look after Naruto?"
"I take great offense to that great lord Hokage. I have many friends. I was only considering putting a retired root spy not an agent, a body guard of a close friend, and a man who makes steel for soldiers as Naruto's caretakers. I mean all three of them have had children from one point or another."
"Danzo I'll consider what you said." Danzo smiled knowing that when Hiruzen said consider it was always a positive yes "And if there turns out to be any sinister plot against Naruto. I'll know who to blame."
Danzo left knowing that he had a lot of work to do and Hiruzen too had work of his own to accomplish.
Konoha Hospital
I was currently staring at the weird masked people in front of me knowing full well that I was in for it.
The plan nearly worked though I couldn't find any clothes in my size or any shoes too. I felt almost hopeless until the voice in my head yelled, "Do six year old boys possess any common sense? Just wear some of the women's clothes and find a belt."
There were no shoes in my size not that I cared, mainly because I have been walking barefoot around Konoha since I was born. Half the kids in the orphanage wore shoes and those were the kids who everyone knew was going to be adopted. The rest just had to deal with it.
I continued out of the room having to deal with the cold tiled floor as I followed the voices directions. If you were to see me I'd likely look like a festival jester with how loose the clothes clung to my skin.
"Down the hall. Shut up brat while I give you directions. Go down the stairs to your right. Look at that nice beautiful women right there."
That woman had no arms and was cursing words I had recently come to know. Doctors and visitors were too busy to pay attention to me as they were trying their best to stop her bleeding. The metal headband on her head was enough to tell me she was a shinobi. I immediately stopped looking having felt queasy just looking at her and continued to follow the voices directions.
"Now comes the hard part. Just walk out of that very wide doorway without being spotted. Due note that there are eyes from the front desk watching it at all times. Along with two officers, and you have little time before that nurse comes down here with everyone in the hospital ready to get you."
I bolted from the column I was behind and ran past them. I passed nearly everyone until I pushed down an officer. He fell down causing everyone to look at me with shock. I paid no mind to his curses as I made my way out of the building. I felt the warm air and saw the beautiful clear blue sky of a normal summer day.
As I made my way down the road seeing glares and curses I couldn't help but feel victorious at how easy it was to escape the hospital. Only to feel strong hands push me down against the warm stone street. Causing an uproar of laughs from peasant to merchant alike.
I was back quicker than it took for me to escape and I didn't feel any better about it.
"May I get something to eat?"
One of the masked men shifted from where he was, like he was about to say something, until a slim man with a short black beard walked into the room I was in. The room I was in was the closest thing to a cell any child could imagine. It was lit only by a couple of candles and the small window near the ceiling brought in barely enough light to illuminate the room. It had only three chairs and a small table. The door to the room had locks and seals on the other side to prevent me from escaping again. It was however very big and the masked guards that were watching my every move looked like guys you would hear about from a horror story.
The man who walked into the room I was in had a narrow body. He seemed to have a cheerful grin on his face and he wore woolen trousers, a small black vest with an undershirt under it, and had wooden clogs that slapped the tiled floor as he sat down. He began to take as much time to get ready as snail competing in a marathon.
One of the armored masked men walked out of the room as the other man whispered into his ear. The other stayed but leaned out against the corner of the room.
"You will have to lie to these men, alright! Just think about what you would like to say to me before you say it out loud. Haven't you realized everything I say to you no one else can hear. Just think about what you would like to say to me before this man asks you a question." Replied the voice in an annoyed tone. Do this and I promise I will reward you. You saw how I helped you get out of this hospital?"
I wondered if the voice was right about that. It helped me escape alright, but at the cost of me being locked up in this room.
"How was I supposed to know those men would capture you so easily. I mean after all an ugly, small, foolish boy such as yourself shouldn't be so important. Don't you agree?"
"What do you mean. I've never been anything close to perfect... yet everyone I have ever known has hated me! What have I done! I don't deserve this!"
"Let me teach you a life lesson. No one deserves anything, no one is important, no one has to care about you. So stop caring about everyone and focus on yourself."
"Why should I help you? Your not me. So why shouldn't I tell them about you?"
"Because one, I can reward you well. Two just imagine what they will do to you when you say, 'I hear a scary voice in my head, dattebayo.' They will enjoy throwing you in a hole somewhere. All you have to do is play dumb and say what I tell you to say. Do that and your free to live life. Can I get an Aye?"
My cheeks grew red. I didn't sound like that.
"Yes you do."
A little annoyed, I gave an "aye".
"So Naruto before we start I would like for you to know my name. My name is Doctor Ryoko. I'm a specialist in personal cases such as yours. Are you feeling fine at the moment?"
"Yeah. I'm just hungry."
"Well we can get you some food once I'm done asking you questions. Now do you remember anything from the night you were attacked?"
Truthfully I couldn't bring up many memories from that night and I wondered why it was such a big deal for everyone. It's not like it wasn't the first time I was beaten very badly. It most likely won't be the last time.
"Tell the kind man everything you can remember." Spoke the voice as if I couldn't comprehend what it was telling me.
"I was chased down an alleyway after a couple of men spotted me… I ran until I was trapped and it is a little… hazy from there. I remember everything until they started to really attack me. I remember though a man stabbing my throat but… that's about it."
Ryoko brought out a pad of paper and started writing everything I said down. He then asked another question "Did you feel a cold feeling in your stomach that night. Or any spike of power and anger."
I remembered feeling an eruption of anger and an icy feeling reek from my body that night. My eyes widened a little at his question and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Just say to him something along the lines as, I don't know I was angry."
I ignored the voices comment and said "I don't know… I was angry though when they started attacking me."
Ryoko wrote what I said down while asking his next question "Did any of the attackers say anything to you?"
I replied back with a yes. I tried to think back to that night but all I received was a hazy black cloud of nothing.
"Like what?"
"Tell him 'they said fuck you, pussy hat, malaka, monster, dickbag, demon, and keep thinking up shit like that.' This sorry excuse of a man should hopefully get the picture."
I told the man every word the voice told me to say. He didn't get the picture and I had to think about every bad word I knew to add to the list. He wrote every word I said in a quick pace. Four minutes later and after calling Doctor Ryoko a bahinchudh (bitch) did he tell me to stop. Making me, the guard in the room, and the voice giggle a bit. Doctor Ryoko then turned his head around at the two people in the room very confused.
"Do you hear any voices in your head?"
Too shocked by the question to answer quickly enough he started to stare at my eyes in anticipation for my response back.
"Answer HIM NOW!"
I recovered from the shock after hearing the voices words and answered back "No."
Ryoko had a look of confusion on his face in how to deal with the dilemma in front of him. He then shrugged my late response almost physically, before writing down a single word on the pad of paper.
"I have one more question for you boy and you will be off. Why did you try to escape earlier today?"
"Because I didn't want to go back to the orphanage or be put wherever you people plan on sending me too. If that's where you guys plan on sending me, then I'm not leaving this room. I don't need anyone."
Without forgetting to write down that statement he left the room accompanied by the masked man. They were smart enough to lock the door on their way out leaving me to myself. After waiting thirty minutes with nothing to do but hear my belly rumble louder after each rumble the door opened to the smell of soup.
Two men came inside the room after I heard Ryoko say, "I don't think the boy has a problem. Maybe several mental problems but nothing involving his.." he turned his head towards me from the hallway then said, "predicament. I don't think the seal is much of a problem too, it is most likely a onetime ordeal."
"Ok" spoke a man, who was covered in soft white linen bandage cloth. He wore expensive looking wool robes, although the bandaged cloth seemed to make him look almost like a patient in the hospital. The bandages made me feel uneasy.
The door closed behind them and behind the bandaged man was a familiar face. It was none other than the man from earlier today with the glasses. He had a kind and almost fatherly presence, which seemed to soften his older and much scarier bandaged companion. He still had on that matching casual business suit from earlier. They both didn't look like anything special until they placed a large bowl of soup in front of me.
To say that they were surprised by me finishing the soup in less than a minute, without bothering to use the spoon given to me was an understatement. The older man looked at me and said in a fierce tone of voice, "Naruto this man beside me is Amasa Wemmick. He is an honorable man and he will be taking care of you for a while."
That peaked my interest but a loud rumble from my chest peaked Amasa's as I said to them, "Is there any more soup?"
Amasa laughed a little before saying, "I wish we could give you more. But to be truthful I can't give you anymore until an hour passes. I don't want you to die from an rapid expanded stomach."
I was instead given some milk and water to drink while Ryoko went to give me a fresh pair of clothes. Instead I listened to two grownups discuss personal matters.
"Look Danzo it is nice that you brought me out of retirement but I'm telling you I've moved on."
"This isn't any dangerous mission, not that you were assigned awfully too many. This is more like babysitting. You do owe me for that position you received at the capital."
"Alright, no point in arguing with you. I guess I can use the company with the kids gone and Akari not with us anymore. May I ask about that matter involving settling the estate the Kurama clan heiress?"
"Are you sure we should discuss this in front of him." Replied Danzo emphasizing the word him.
"I've had two kids and a father always knows that six year olds can barely understand half of what adults speak of."
"I'll keep that in mind in the future. I'll make sure that the files for Yakumo Kurama's uncle get to the both of you tomorrow."
Their conversation then quickly turned into friendly conversation making. I was confused by what was going on and wanted to speak to the voice.
"So what is going to happen to me? Am I really going to be taken care of by that man Amasa?"
"Did they both not just say that fifteen minutes ago. You should take what I told you about focusing on yourself to heart. People will never stop harming you. You can one day rise above being an idiot, if you keep listening to everything I say!" The icy tone went away but it sounded rougher than anything else.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep on listening to the voice. It sounded like a horrible malevolent demon. I honestly had no choice in this matter. I could either keep this burden; or probably with how everyone treated me; be treated much worse if they found out I was crazy.
"This is what they gave us!"
Ms. Ida a body guard of a nobleman yelled that out in frustration. I wouldn't have blamed her for saying it. The village gave us a four room apartment in the center of the poor part of Konoha. It was the best anyone could do for us in a short period of time. But I think she was madder at the condition of it instead of the space. Barely attached shards of paint hung from the ceiling, trashed floors, and a retched odor filled the living room. There were currently only two beds and Amasa gave his up for Ms. Ida. Amasa told me that she was one of the three people sent to care for me. I knew Amasa was one of them and asked for the other. His only reply was "He's currently busy trying to make a living."
I didn't ask any more questions because I was in a tired state of affair. Amasa brought me to my room and tucked me in saying Mrs. Ida was going to clean the place tomorrow.
He read me a chapter from the book The Dragon and the Headsman before leaving the room to myself. It was the first time anyone tucked me in and read me a story. I wondered if life was going to get better from here on out.
"You keep on thinking that."
I ignored the voice and fell asleep.