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I DON'T OWN NARUTO

KONOHA

it was a beautiful day in the hidden leaf village, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, casting a warm glove over everything as the sound of laughter filled the streets, the villagers seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest. The shops were open for business, and the streets were bustling with activity as people were going about their daily chores, laughing and chatting with each other while the children were playing.

this wasn't the case everywhere in the village though as a group of 30 villagers ran through the streets of the hidden village chasing after a young boy with blond hair, blue eyes and whisker like marks all the while the boy was pleading for them to stop chasing him.

the villagers seemed to be intent on catching him despite his pleas though.

even then the boy didn't give up and still ran as fast as he could to evade them. But as the boy was too busy trying to convince the villagers to stop chasing him he didn't notice that he was running torwards a dead end until there was a wall blocking his path.

The boy's facial expression darkened when he realized that, he knew what was coming next. His heart started beating faster and his body tensed up, as if preparing for the inevitable. He could already feel that this would be one of the worst beatings of his life. Why? Well, the reason is that this wasn't the first time this had happened; every time he left his apartment, he would get chased and beaten. But he didn't just let that happen; every time he was chased, he tried to escape. It didn't always work, but the more times he was chased and beaten, the more he got away.

He had become faster, but that was only a small part of what was affecting his chances of escape. The reason he had started getting away so much was that he had started to subconsciously memorize the layout of the village, he remembered every street, shortcut, and alleyway wich he used as an advantage.

That didn't come without consequences, however, as most of the villagers became even angrier every time he got away. To this point, he hadn't gotten caught in five months; saying the villagers were angry enough to kill him wasn't an understatement - it was very unlikely, though, as he had noticed that even with serious injuries, they would disappear with a goodnight sleep wich he was very confused about as when he was in orphanage kids who got injured wouldn't heal until a couple days but with him it took couple seconds. But that wasn't his problem now, his problem was escaping these bloodlusted villagers.

the boy turned around to see how many villagers he would have to deal with and how he should act. As the boy turned around, His heart sank with despair as he saw his pursuers. Instead of the expected 30 villagers, he now found himself surrounded by a formidable group of 100 villagers, their numbers having swelled without him noticing. A sense of hopelessness began to wash over him, and it showed in his face too as the villagers started taunting him with smug faces while walking torwards the boy menacingly.

As the boy backed against the wall, surrounded by the sneering villagers, he felt a sense of dread rising within him. One of the villagers tauntingly uttered the words, "Looks like the demon brat is about to cry." Another added, "What can you do now, demon?"

But just as the boy was about to succumb to despair, a sudden shout pierced the air, shocking the villagers. "Wait!" it echoed throughout the alley. The sudden interruption caused an uneasy silence to fall over the crowd of villagers, meanwhile the boy clung to the tiny spark of hope that someone was here to save him.

However, his hopes were quickly dashed away as the shout was revealed to be from a ninja clad in a Hidden Leaf headband. The ninja marched through the crowd, a sinister smirk on his face, as the villagers parted like water around a rock. The boy's heart sank like a stone once more while the villagers smug faces came back.

The ninja slowed his pace as he approached the boy, walking with purpose but maintaining a casual demeanor. He stopped a few meters away, giving the boy a clear view of his outfit: a standard-issue chunin vest. The ninja's hair was short and brown, and his features were plain and ordinary.

thats when the boy thought "now or never" and ran with full speed, trying to get past the ninja and the villagers. As the boy tried to escape, the ninja uppercut the boy in his stomach with his lightning-fast reflexes. The force of the attack sent the boy flying towards the wall, hitting it and falling to the ground with a loud thud, the ninja then proceeded to kick him in the ribs and ask him a question, "is that all you got you little demon!" he shouted.

but when the boy struggled to get up without answering his question, the ninja's voice grew more menacing. "Why aren't you answering my question, you little demon?" he asked, again without getting an answer, but the ninja didn't let that slide again by kicking the boy again clearly displeased with the his lack of response. "who do you think you are? answer my question now!"

The boy remained silent, either too hurt or too scared to answer. Enraged, the ninja pointed at two random villagers in the front of the group and ordered them, "You two, come here."

The two villagers obeyed the ninja's command and happily walked towards him. When they arrived next to him, they didn't hesitate to ask what they could do to help cause the boy more pain.

The ninja didn't explain anything but grabbed the boy by his neck and said, "Both of you, grab his arms and hold him in a T-pose against the wall."

Instantly, the two villagers obeyed, moving to either side of the boy and grabbing him by the wrists, pulling his arms straight up. Despite the boy's struggles, the two villagers easily managed to hold him up against the wall, his arms now in the T-pose.

Without a moment of hesitation, the ninja reached for his kunais, pulling out two of them at once. He quickly stabbed them through the boy's wrists, wich gave two great benefits, one they trapped the boy against the wall, and the second benefit was that it also caused massive pain for the boy wich was easy to notice by the blood curdling scream that the boy shouted and the horrified look on the his face.

The ninja didn't stop there though, he was relentless. It seemed that the sound of the boy's screams pleased him, and he had no intention of ceasing his sadistic acts. Without a moment of hesitation, the ninja reached for two more kunais, and stabbed the first one on the boy's right ankle slowly, making the boy scream and the villagers cheer while simultaneously pinning him even further against the wall.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" the boy asked, his voice weak and hoarse. The ninja's response came quickly, laced with a twisted glee that made the boy's stomach turn. "You know why you little demon, now shut up and feel pain before you die," the ninja said, his eyes shining with an unspeakable fervor.

As if to prove his words, the ninja dropped the other kunai on the ground and pulled out a white pill and a roll of duct tape from his pouch. "What are you going to do with that?" the boy asked, scared but trying to maintain his courage in the face of the ninja's unspeakable acts. But the ninja only smiled in a maniacal way with his eyes glittering in insanity.

The boy's fear was palpable, as the ninja showed the boy the white pill, his eyes wide with shock and horror as the ninja suddenly threw it in his mouth, and then taped it shut, with swift movements. The villagers cheered even louder, almost unable to believe their luck at witnessing the spectacle unfolding before them, a ninja was risking his career for their sake, to kill the demon brat once for all.

The boy tried to protest, to scream or cry out, but the tape was too strong and his mouth too firmly shut for any sound to escape. The ninja seemed to enjoy the boy's struggle, his eyes shining with an unspeakable triumph. The boy's fear and pain only served to fuel the ninja's own enjoyment, making him feel truly alive. It was a moment that would be seared into the boy's mind forever, a memory that would haunt him for long and motivate him for even longer.

The ninja began smiling wildly, and the villagers responded with cheers of their own. "You know what's funny about that drug?" the ninja said, his voice laced with an unmistakable joy. "It was made for torture. It forces you to be awake for 12 hours straight."

The boy's face twisted into a look of shock and horror. He knew all too well how painful it would be to be forced to stay awake for 12 hours straight, especially after everything he had already been through. But the villagers' reaction was quite different. They seemed to find the idea of the drug incredibly amusing, and their laughs and cheers were growing louder by the moment.

"Alright, let's stab your other ankle to the wall as well so you're stuck there. Sound good?" The ninja asked, bending over to retrieve the dropped kunai as the boy frantically shook his head. "Looks like you're just asking for me to pierce your ankle with another kunai. Is that some new fashion trend or something?" The ninja mocked, as the boy was still shaking his head. The boy's eyes widened in horror as he felt the excruciating pain of the kunai piercing his flesh, unable to make a sound as his mouth was bound with duct tape.

The boy had been trapped and knew that death was likely. He had lost all hope of surviving and believed that even if he did make it out, he would face a lifetime of danger and disrespect. The villagers would never see him as an equal or treat him with kindness, but then the boy got an idea, what if he became so powerful that the villagers had to fear him, it was better to be loathed by the whole village while being strong and being able to defend yourself than being loathed by the whole village while being weak and vulnerable.

The boy also knew about the position of Hokage, who was the leader of the Hidden Leaf Village. He had read about it in books and knew that the old man who gave him allowance was the Hokage. If he became strong, he could even ascend to the position of Hokage and rule the Hidden Leaf Village with an iron fist. However, his main focus right now was to stay alive.

The boy was brought back from his thoughts as he felt a pucnh in his stomach, when the boy looked at who punched him he saw the ninja looking at the villagers, "now that the demon is trapped and there is no escape for him, you all can come here and start our little torture session!" the ninja yelled and the villagers cheered.

The boy was distracted from his thoughts when he felt a punch in his stomach. As he looked up, he saw the ninja turning around to address the villagers. "Now that the demon is trapped and cannot escape, it's time for our little torture session to begin!" the ninja exclaimed, and the villagers cheered in response. "now come here so we can start this!" the ninja shouted and with that the villagers started approaching the crucified boy, while the boy himself couldn't move or talk, the only thing that he could do is move his head.

As the villagers gathered, the ninja emerged, a sly smile on his face. "Let's begin," he announced, punching the crucified boy as the villagers soon joined in. Some wielded knives to stab and slash, others threw stones and other objects, the torture was relentless. The villagers' paranoia grew as the hours progressed, concerned that the Hokage would discover their heinous deeds. They left one by one as the time went on, and after eleven hours of abuse, only the ninja remained. "Well, I'd love to torture you a bit longer," the ninja declared, "but I believe you should be allowed some time to get to your apartment before the drugs wear off and you fall asleep." And with that, the ninja drew a kunai from the boy's left wrist with ease, while the boy didn't have any reaction torwards the pain, he then turned around, said "goodbye demon boy" and started walking away.

As the boy watched the ninja leave, his hatred grew stronger with each step, not only for him but for the entire shinobi system. Before this torture, he had thought that becoming the Hokage was optional, but now he realized it was necessary for him to feel safe. He knew that, in order for him to feel not threathened, he had to conquer the other shinobi nations.

When the ninja had left completely, the boy put his left hand on the kunai that pierced his right wrist, as quickly as he could to feel the littliest pain he could, the boy didn't have any reaction to the pain altough it did hurt alot the boy was just too tired to react to it. when he had ripped the kunai from his right wrist he proceeded to do the same for the kunais piercing his ankles with again no reaction.

As soon as the ninja was out of sight, the boy reached out with his left hand to the kunai still stuck on his right wrist. Despite the intense pain, he managed to remove it with almost no reaction, his body exhausted from hours of torture. He repeated the same process for the kunais stuck in his ankles, determined to regain his freedom and plot his revenge, he still had minimal reaction to the pain.

The boy's hand trembled with pain as he reached for the kunai that had been stuck in his wrist for hours. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to stop, but the thought of freedom and revenge kept him going. With a grunt of effort, he managed to wrench the kunai free from his wrist, the flesh tearing with a nauseating sound.

Despite the intense pain that shot through his body, the boy showed minimal reaction, his mind being focused on freedom and revenge. He quickly repeated the same process for the kunais that had been stuck in his ankles, freeing himself from them with a determined ferocity.

The boy knew he had endured more than enough for the day, and his body was on the brink of collapse. However, the thought of freedom and vengeance kept him going. Clinging onto this idea, he stumbled through the alleyway, towards his apartment. The hospitals had a habit of ignoring him, and he didn't want to waste energy. He knew he would likely heal overnight, because of his extraordinary healing anyway so he didn't need to worry about going to there.

As the boy reached his destination he shuffled into his tiny apartment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. The place was small, cramped, and devoid of any warmth. The kitchen and living room were connected, with the shower and toilet located on the right side. Beyond the connected living area was the bedroom, which was even smaller and more barren than the rest of the apartment.

With a disdainful grimace, the boy stumbled past the sparse kitchen area and entered the bedroom. The bed looked inviting and the boy was grateful for the chance to rest after the intense torture he had endured. He sank into the bed, his body finally able to relax as the effects of the drugs began to wear off. Within seconds, he was fast asleep, his mind lost in a deep and much-needed slumber.

With a look of disdain, the boy shuffled past the kitchen into his bedroom, where the inviting bed beckoned. He sank onto the soft mattress, finally able to rest after the brutal torture he had endured. As the effects of the drugs subsided, he allowed his body to relax, and within seconds, he was asleep, lost in a much-needed slumber of deep sleep.

END OF THE CHAPTER

hope ya'll liked it im sorry for all the mistakes, but give me all the tips and constructive critique you can, i want to make this actually good fanfiction so i'll need them.