3Editor's note here! This is my first fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy! I've been reading different fics for a while, and I love the creativeness of everybody here! I will be keeping flashbacks to a minimum, because I personally hate them. There will be pairings, either heavy or average. I'm either doing Naruto x Hinata or Naruto x Anko. I will be insulting Sasuke, Sakura, and the Civilian Council, cuz I can. Welp, thanks for reading this, and please enjoy the story.
Chapter 1
A young boy about 12 years of age laid on his bed, positioned where the springs protruding from the mattress wouldn't stab him. He had shoulder-length blonde hair with crimson streaks. Two bangs framed his angular face. His eyes were a deep blue, like a maelstrom. At least one of them. The other was a four-tomoe mangekyou sharingan. It had formally belonged to Shisui Uchiha. The most interesting parts of his face, beside his sharingan were three whisker marks on each cheek, giving him a feral appearance with his spiky, untamed hair.
He was currently wearing a tight white shirt that hugged his frame like a second skin. It showed off his extraordinarily muscular chest and ten-pack, something that would put any other human to shame. Despite this, he wasn't bulky. He was perfectly built and would attract the attention of any woman. He was in generic navy blue boxers. He was tall for his age, about five feet and six inches, and his hands rested behind his head.
This was Naruto Namikaze, although he was known as Naruto Uzumaki, the academy dead last. Known to be short, stubborn, and incompetent. But this was all a mask. He had worn a transformation since he had been seven years old.
Flashback
A young boy no older than seven was running down the street, being chased by a mob of Shinobi and villagers. His hair was clotted with blood and sweat. The his tattered shirt had been left behind twenty minutes ago, showing his scrawny frame. His ribs showed through his skin. His pants were cut off at the knees, the chop uneven because of a lousy swing from a civilian's ax. Eight out of the ten of his toenails had been shredded off of his tiny feet. He was panting from the three hour sprint.
A kunai pierced the back of his shin, ripping off the soft flesh. He didn't scream though; that would give them satisfaction. He would endure the village's torture, and he would keep trying to protect them. He used this new-found motivation for survival to sprint away from the mob at impressive speeds. He ducked into an alleyway, hiding behind a group of trash cans. His breathing slowed and became fainter. He heard the mob coming, and prayed to whatever being was up there that they would pass by.
A moment of silence ensued, and Naruto nearly sight in relief. Nearly, right before a shuriken pinned his hand to the wall he was against. The trash cans were blown back by two chunin. The quivering lip of the boy just made their shit-eating grins even bigger, and their eyes brightened.
"Kill the demon! Kill the demon!" the mob chanted.
The boy felt tears come to his eyes, but he was too used to put up a fight. He had been beaten before. But the worst came on his birthday, October 10th, the same day the Kyuubi no Kitsune attacked the Hidden Leaf Village. Why did they all hate him? Why was he shunned? He wanted to contemplate these, but his thought process was stopped when the shuriken was violently ripped out of his hand.
Three kunai were shoved into each of his limbs, crucifying him to wall. A jonin walked up and slammed his palms into the ground, yelling an Earth style technique to create spikes that poked through the boy's left foot, right hand, left shoulder, right knee, and finally, his left eye. The eyeball exploded upon impact. The boy almost passed out, but unfortunately, a nurse stabbed him with a needle and injected him with a drug that kept him in consciousness. She then started slicing at him with a scalpel, cutting shallow. They would always heal, and she would keep slicing. Two burly men came from beside her and pushed her aside. Before Naruto passed out, he felt the start of the beatings from limbs.
Itachi's sobs were silent in the night. He kept them quiet, but they were monumental for the teen. He hadn't cried since he had joined Anbu, but being ordered to kill his clan had brought him to his knees. The sacrifice of Shisui would not go down in vane, though. He wondered what he would do with the eye.
After a few more thoughts, he snapped back into reality, realizing that he had to leave the village, becoming a missing nin. He started hopping from roof-to-roof, his movements sluggish because of the burden on his shoulders. During his travel, he heard the screeches of a group of people. He looked down and saw a passed-out boy pinned to a wall, spikes jutting out of the front of his body. His emotional face almost reflected even more despair. He now had an idea.
After his epiphany, he launched himself towards the crowd, killing the fifty citizens in the front in a flash. The mob screamed and attempted to run away. Itachi thinned out their number with a fire ball, and eventually started treating the child. He flinched fully when he saw that not only were there crimson splotches on him, but also... there were some white. He gagged and nearly threw up at the thought that the adults had raped the child, but was able to keep it down long enough to pull out Shisui's eye. With precision and care, he pulled the boy's face from the spike, and place Shisui's eye in the socket. The boy's eyelids regenerated and eventually closed over the rapidly spinning eye. Itachi pulled the child off the rest of the spikes and rushed him to the hospital, dropping him off in the office. He wished that one day, the jinchuriki would be accepted.
End of Flashback
After that day, Naruto had been isolated, and was taught the transformation jutsu by the Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi. He used this to deflect acknowledgement from his sharingan, remove his crimson streaks, shortening himself, and hiding his looks and abilities. He knew he would have to drop it, along with his mask of stupidity, soon. He decided to do it the next day.
His idiot persona was of a boy who thought that being a ninja was about "cool jutsus" and "saving princesses". But, the real him knew about the real world. Stealth and deception were the ways of the ninja, not strength, speed, or honor. He also pretended to like the pink haired banshee... oh, I forgot, her name was Sakura Haruno, the daughter of a key player in Naruto's mistreatment. He would decimate himself before he would fawn over the bitch.
Despite this, he had a crush, actually: his lavender-eyed princess, Hinata Hyuga. She was beautiful to him, her bangs framing the sides of her soft face. Her gentle expressions and attitude made his heart melt. He knew that her confidence would be an issue, but he knew. She had been stripped of her title of heiress a while ago, so the "demon brat" marrying wouldn't need as much approval from that arrogant clan. Despite her baggy and heavy jacket, he could tell she had developed early, and despite the fact that she was a bit small, he still thought she was the best-looking woman in the village. His angel would know his true feelings the next day.
He decided that his period of taking shelter from the hate of the village was over. He was done concealing his skills. He wanted to be free, flying like a bird, singing a ballad of strength. He would shake the elemental nations. He would be the best kage of them all! Dattebayo!
How was that! I loved writing this, and I have decided on the pairing! Naruto will be incredibly overpowered, so be warned. If something is similar to cannon, I will most likely skip over it. Please review. I'll give a bowl of miso pork ramen for each one! Have a great day!