Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Way of a Shinobi ❯ Inescapable incidents ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 2-Inescapable Incidents

 

Part 1

 

(A/N: Keep in mind that this is an A/U story and some facts are tweaked to allow for *ahem* creative license…haha…anyway, enjoy!)

 

A few months later…

 

The little boy trudged down the road sadly. It was his birthday today. But all of Konoha was in mourning. After 5 years as an orphan, being ignored was not a new thing. Still, it hurt and this time, he had not even the comfort of school.

 

Today was a day so special that his class at the Shinobi Academy had been cancelled. No Iruka-sensei to annoy, no Shikamaru, Chouji and Kiba to make mischief with; not that the 3 were his friends mind you. He had no friends, even after 6 months at the Academy.

 

He remembered his first day there and how hopeful he had been. He had believed, against all odds that someone would finally come up and talk to him and be his friend. He had prayed that without their parents around to pull them back, his peers would be friendlier. But life was rarely fair. Still, it was fun to be around those three and feel like there was somewhere he belonged, even if it were only among the outcasts and only for a while. He sighed again…oh yeah…there was no school to day.

 

The blonde scrunched up his face at that and blinked tears out of his cerulean eyes. It was so unfair! Just because the Fourth Hokage had died on this day eons ago, to save this village didn't mean that they should all continue to Plunge themselves into mourning! In fact, Naruto was quite sure that Yondaime had never meant it to be this way.

 

Even then, he had to admire the respect and recognition given to all four of the Hokages. He raised his head and smiled at that.

 

`Someday…Someday I will be Hokage…than everyone in the Sato will have to acknowledge me, Uzumaki Naruto!' he pledged.

 

Suddenly a huge hand grabbed his shoulder roughly.

 

“Oi, gaki! What're ya doing? Loitering about at this hour…can't you give us some peace, bakemono!” an angry voice demanded.

 

The small boy turned around and recoiled from the man, blue eyes wide with surprise. The man in front of him was missing a leg and a wooden replacement was fixed in place. His eyes were bloodshot and Naruto could smell sake on his breath an arm's length away.

 

The man leered at him and leaned forward, causing the child to scramble backward in fear. “So…the kid is scared, eh?” the man taunted cruelly.

 

The guys around him laughed and Naruto realized in panic that he and the man were now ringed by seven others.

 

He knew what they wanted. This wasn't the first time after all and he doubted it would be the last. Naruto had gone back to home bruised and even bloody before; but no one had been there. No one ever would. The injuries had always been easily explained away to the occasional prying adults who had been few and far between.

 

But this was the first time there were so many of them. Naruto had a bad feeling about this.

 

There were, after all, worse things than being ignored.

 

 

Part 2

 

He was found hours later, curled up in a tree hollow.

 

Uchiha Ryuuga almost gagged at the sight before him. Sure, he was an experienced Chuunin but none of his missions had prepared him for this twisted sight.

 

A blonde haired five-year old (actually six since a few hours ago) lay huddled in the corner. His young face was peaceful and angelic in sleep. The sight should have been one that made annoying aunts coo and pinch his cheeks, and for a mother to look fondly upon, right before she kissed him goodnight. But this little boy had no mother, and that made all the difference sometimes.

 

Blood covered the child and had soaked his clothes a dark crimson. His hair too was matted with the stuff. Huge bruises peppered the exposed skin Ryuuga could see through the torn tattered white shirt and jeans ensemble the boy wore.

 

And the cuts…they were a garish sight…whoever had done them was obviously not in his right mind. The kid's limbs were mangled and bled furiously. By all rights, he should have been dead. Ryuuga did not think he would live long.

 

The whole village was just awakening from a somber day of mourning. He had to act fast if the boy were to see sunrise. Ryuuga gently lifted the boy surprised at his weightlessness, not even his tiny 4-year old niece was so light.

 

He winced as one of the kid's arms swung free, clearly no longer properly attached to the shoulder socket. He cursed silently as he cradled the bloody mess that had once been a child and attempted to grasp the arm.

 

Sometimes, he regretted being born into Konoha's police force.