Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Well I think I'm on a roll, second story already. Anyway please read and review, it's a most youthful thing to do. I knew i just had to post this after the damn thing wouldn't leave my head, so to avoid a brain malfunction and explosion, i decided hey, what the ****, imma post this...

PROLOGUE

(Konohagakure no Sato)

It was dark out in the village of Konohagakure, the night was beautiful and starry stained. Serene Breezes blew by the leaves of the many trees that defined the village of Konohagakure.

The serene quietness was ruined by the sound of loud and quick stumbling steps and many curses of 'Catch the Demon brat'.

He ran. He had to keep running…and he ran as fast as his little legs could take him as his mob pursuers kept on their relentless chase, their slurring voices following after him. His tattered clothing was stained with patches of blood and dirt and he had numerous Shuriken embedded in his back. He was panting harshly and running with stumbling steps, a clear sign of exertion. His small lithe frame was quivering with fear and exhaustion but he persevered on, hoping that by some miracle he would make it to his apartment.

If one would look they would wonder what sort of business an 8 year old boy would have with a particularly hostile mob at this time of night, however the boy being pursued was no ordinary boy and the danger he was hoping to evade, not normal either. The mere sight of the boy's bright sun kissed, spiky blond hair, blue cerulean eyes and whiskered face had those very few who were looking on in wonder and concern turn away in disdain or even joining in on the hunt. This boy was none other than the resident Konohagakure Jinchuriki to the greatest Bijuu ever known, the Kyuubi no Yoko. A being of unparalleled malevolence and hatred; said to be able to cause great Tsunamis and other catastrophic disasters with a single swipe of its tails.

The same natural disaster that had run amok in the village and nearly razed Konohagakure no Sato to the ground eight mere years ago. It devoured countless Konoha defenders or the village's military force known as Shinobi and was responsible for the near destruction of the village had it not been stopped by the then village leader, The Yondaime Hokage. It had appeared and left a trail of unmatched and inhumane destruction in its wake, before being sealed resulting in the birth of a Jinchuuriki. The concept of a Jinchuuriki was simple enough if one looked at it rationally. It could even be simplified by comparing the sealing of the ninja weapon the Kunai into a sealing scroll. However, there were still some who misconceived them and compared the presence of a Bijuu inside a host body to the possession of human beings by demons or evil spirits.

The ordinary civilian, who didn't understand that the Bijuu were merely living entities of dense Chakra, the same energy Shinobi relied on for their abilities, mistook them for immortal Demonic entities and shunned and persecuted the hosts to these beasts. These Jinchuriki were heroes if one looked at them positively because if not for their sacrifice, the Bijuu would still be running wild and destroying villages. However not all Jinchuriki were chosen out of circumstance but some were created purely to increase the strength of their village and to be used as weapons during war. It was purely out of human greed and the desire for more power than anything else and many of these' special' individuals suffered extreme scrutiny and isolation from society because of that.

These Chakra monsters were hunted down for their power and captured by the villages before being sealed into unwilling Jinchuriki and the boy being pursued was one of them, but only created out of choice and a lack of options. So For eight years the vessel to the terrible beast that had nearly annihilated the entire village had to suffer extreme animosity and isolation because the people of Konoha, being human, looked for someone to blame and the boy carrying the object of their pain, became the object of their hatred and disdain.

As he appeared to them, the boy was simply the beast he carried in normal civilian perspective and thus, the general consensus and wish was for him to be executed lest he becomes the beast and destroys the village. Those who were Shinobi understood the intricacy of Bijuu, Jinchuuriki and Fuuinjutsu to know the boy was merely a child who had the misfortune of being made into the host of the beast which demolished several of their comrades. However being able to recognize what the boy was didn't mean they saw past their dislike and prejudice toward him. They simply ignored him if they could, while a few bothered to treat him as a person.

The boy, having turned eight a few months ago had always taken all the negative aura thrown at him with stride. He was almost usually unfazed by the people's contempt toward him, however that was only for face. He had always been told that they would eventually come to see him as a person if he proved them wrong but when he did something to warrant attention, it merely aggravated the persecution toward him and it grew day by day where they would glare at him every turn he took. Whispering about how they wished he could just drop and die and how the village would be a better place without him.

Today was no different…

Naruto had been walking home from the Hokage monument where he had been since being chased out of class in the academy. He had been thinking greatly, pondering his life up to this point and how shallow and meaningless it had been. The blond had been experiencing thoughts tempting him to leave the village but he had been dismissing them day after day. After leaving the monument, the blond, who was wearing a white mesh shirt with a red-spiral center with black shorts and blue sandals, was suddenly ambushed with Shuriken and dangerous weapons before being chased after by a 'angry mob' of civilians who had hidden in the darkened alleyways that led to his apartment. It seemed that they had quietly waited for him and the blond had been surprised the people had decided to attack him because normally they only shunned him and ignored his very existence. However today was different and they had decided to show how deep their hatred for him ran, through their fists.

As he rounded a corner he was met with the sneering face of one of his pursuers and a hard punch to the face that sent him sprawling across the ground. He tried to get up however he was roughly kicked in the stomach for his efforts and held by the throat as his attacker hoisted him up.

He coughed up and tried to speak "W-why a-are you doing this? W-w-wh-at did i…do..to..you?" the blond boy pleaded in a hoarse voice, however his efforts only earned him another hard punch to the face and a rough collision with the wall as he was harshly tossed by his attacker.

"Don't pretend you don't know what you did demon, today is the day we finally get rid of you and make you pay for all the people you killed," a man dressed in Shinobi clothing said as he sneered at the blond boy, the other men and women with him all nodding in unison in agreement to his statement with similarly evil smiles.

"Yeah this is for my brother who you killed. It is time to die filthy demon...now feel our PAIN." another man who looked to be in his late twenties said as he gave the boy a hard punch to the face.

Two steely projectiles flew toward the blond, piercing through his stomach, causing globs of blood to fly out of the boy's mouth.

The crimson liquid spilled through his clothing and the blood formed a patch of red on his now tattered white-shirt. Naruto let out a strangled scream of pain as both Kunai drove under his ribcage and felt as one of them punctured his lung. He drew in sharp, painful, haggard breaths; his eyes squinted in pain and drooping slightly. Everything in his line of vision was blurry and flickered like projections.

He felt tired, exhausted and just wished for it to end.

The perpetrator stood there in all his mighty, a young man clad in Konoha Chuunin attire, his beady brown eyes gleaming evilly and his hand still outstretched from his throw. The rest of the mob participants all smiled when they saw the 'demon' being unceremoniously tossed and beaten around like rag doll. Finally they would have their revenge, they would kill this monster before it shed its human skin and turn into the nightmare from all those eight years ago.

One of the men's eye gained a dangerous glint to it as he pulled out a knife and pointed it at the boy "I shall finish you myself. Then the village will praise me as a hero for this. I will send you to hell you monster" the man said as he approached the blond boy. Savoring the moment at the sight of seeing the cornered 'demon scum' sprawled across the ground, helpless, cowering in fear as they had when 'it' attacked the village.

"But I...I didn't kill anybody. Please s-stop" The boy said as he slowly tried to stand up, however this action only aggravated the attackers even more. In a blink of an eye he was roughly hoisted by his collar and kneed in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs as he struggled to breathe. He could feel his head swimming and could barely decipher the words the mob were chanting and muttering.

He could still hear some of the words such as "kill the demon"

"We are going to finish what Yondaime-sama started"

"It is time to die you stain"

"We won't let you corrupt our children"

'Why?'

The boy couldn't understand why these people hated, no loathed him with the fury that would put that of a vengeful deity to shame. He hadn't killed anyone, heck he could barely hold a Kunai properly. All this hatred was in so many ways utterly inhumane and wrong yet no one had done anything about it, because they either didn't care or wanted him dead as much as these people did. All the blond could ask himself was, why?

He could feel warm tears trickling down his cheeks as he faced and waited for his inevitable death. So this was it. He was finally going to die. Like some street dog, these people who spat on him, on his existence, shunned him and who beat him up would finally take away his life. A small part of him thought that maybe it was for the best; no one would mourn him when he died? No one! He had no one, no parents, no friends, no family; he was just alone, miserable, pathetic and weak that he couldn't defend himself from these people.

Some would wonder why he didn't try to fight back. He was capable enough to after all with even the slightest of training from the academy he still could use Chakra and some of them couldn't, But the answer was very simple, he didn't have it in him. He was afraid, not of the people or of fighting itself, no he was afraid of giving these people more reason to call him a monster because he believed given time and when he got strong enough and became Hokage they would finally change, finally see him for who he truly is, but who was he really? The trouble-making child who always had a large smile plastered on his face every day? Who took everything the world had to offer and still smiled brightly, as if nothing could get to him, his spirit and drive were unbreakable! Or were they?

'Why?' from a young age the question still plagued his mind like a pandemic disease that just won't be cured, he had tried asking the Hokage for answers but that was almost as fruitful as his search for a clothing store that will allow him to buy clothes.

For the longest time he had thought by trying to bring as much attention to himself as he could with his prank escapades and trouble child actions, these people would acknowledge him, see him for who he is, Naruto Uzumaki. But then, that begged the question, if he did all that to bring attention to himself, 'becoming a troublemaker and loud mouth to earn acknowledgement', then who was Naruto Uzumaki, the lonely child who existed before the troublemaker?

'It would be better if I died, then I would be free of all of this pain and loneliness' Naruto thought as he closed his eyes and prepared for the finishing blow that will end all the pain and misery he had suffered for seven years in this village.

It was a cowardly way to go but he was still just a child and he heard stories that in the afterlife you will meet your parents, family, 'Goodbye old man, Ayame nee, Teuchi- ojii' a rough kick to his face had him reeling on the ground and coughing out blood, he watched through heavy-lidded eyes as one of his attackers inched closer to him, a dangerous weapon in their hand poised to strike and once and for all put an end to him.

'How naïve and foolish!'

He could almost hear a voice snort in the back of his head, to think all this time he had believed he could change the hearts of these people; it was clear to him now, how evil people were. They plastered smiles on their faces publicly, while deep down they harbored enough hatred to suffocate the very world itself. He was a victim of that hatred. That he knew, although why, he didn't.

All he wanted was for it to end; Naruto Uzumaki had finally had enough. The spark that he were had finally been snuffed out, diminished, forever lost in the never-ending abyss of hatred that surrounded him like a plague.

'You're weak!' The voice growled out yet again, making the blond twist his head in wonder.

But he just lay there on the ground and waited.

He felt as something warm and sticky trickled down his cheeks, mixing with the blood that covered his face. His…Tears?

Why was he crying? He had told himself he would never give these people the pleasure of seeing him break down and cry in front of them, for the harsh treatment they showed him. He did cry when he was alone in his degraded apartment, where no one would see him and how vulnerable he was, where he didn't have to wear his mask consistently. So why now, after so much effort on his part to make sure he wouldn't shed tears in front of these people?

The answer was simple; he didn't want to die, not in such a pathetic way. Not like a cornered wild animal that had caused trouble on a farm and had finally been caught. He was shedding tears not for myself but the eight year old innocent boy who never knew happiness and will die without experiencing it.

'Somebody, please make it stop' He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die! 'I don't want to die here!'

'Not like this…' The words continued to echo in the back of his mind and suddenly raw emotions began stirring up in his very being.

'Then let me take away your pain; let me make it stop' Naruto's tears stopped at that and he cocked his head in confusion and nodded his head, accepting the help of whoever it is that was whispering to him.

'They have no right. They can't do this to me. They won't….' He could feel as a warm feeling fluttered in his stomach, strengthening and fueling his body like nothing he had ever felt before. It was chaotic and it burned as hot as lava, however it seemed so in tune with his body. He could feel his body guiding it from the core to every part of his body and he could feel all the raw emotions it brought with it, anger, Hatred, benevolence and finally blood-lust.

It was power and it was extraordinary, the young blond just wanted to bask in it for a while, to revel in the feel of this incredible power, he felt strong and the pain that he had felt, the wounds from all those attacks had all faded away and only the stench smell of blood hung on him and on his tattered clothing. It felt evil yet at the same time it seemed to console him with its chaotic warmth, however for a brief moment it stopped it chaotic flowing and a cold feeling overcame it, reigning it in and suppressing it yet at the same time while still holding it to place. Naruto's eyes burned viciously and he clutched them with his hands to ease the burning feeling in them.

'YOU FOOL!'

Naruto heard that strange voice let out a deep growl of rage which boomed inside his head as the hot feeling subsided. Suddenly he found himself in a darkened room, before an enormous cage with a paper sticking to it, the cage was rattling loudly as two large orange clawed-hands violently shook the bars of the cage in anger. Two massive red orbs were behind the gate and Naruto unconsciously sent a wave of Chakra into the cage, which quieted down the being behind the structure.

'NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIS EYES. WHAT PATHETIC BLASPHEMY IS THIS? COME HERE SO I CAN RIP OUT THOSE PATHETIC FAUX EYES OF YOURS' the enormous furry-arm arm reached out fruitlessly, viciously attempting to grab at the smaller blond. The blond tuned out the loud bellowing screams and roars as he came back to unconsciousness.

He opened his eyes and the mob froze, his eyes were now deep reddish-purple with circular ripples and a slit for a pupil, they looked dead, cold, uncaring and his expression was an apathetic one of another kind. It was almost as if he had undergone a transformation of some kind, for there in his place no longer stood the naïve and hyperactive boy who caused trouble on a daily basis, but rather a boy who knew loneliness, who had seen pain and who radiated enough hatred that it suffocated the people who stood before him.

Naruto couldn't understand what was happening to him but he knew that these people were all frightened of him; he could see some of them shivering with fear and wondered what could have happened to cause him to scare them so much. He could feel that he felt stronger, tons of times stronger than he did before. His senses could pick out anything; his smell, sight, hearing and his other sense were all augmented by this new feeling. Could this be why the people called him a demon?

He could feel the burning sensation bubbling inside of him, trying to feed on his negative emotion, trying to erupt like a glob of unrestrained lava from him. However strangely enough he reigned it in effortlessly, it kept trying to fight him for control but its attempts all ended futile, he could feel curiosity well up inside him at this, replacing the negative emotions he felt earlier. Naruto turned and stared at the people who stood before him with an impassive, confused gaze. They all had frightened looks on their faces, and were now cowering away in fear, he took a step forward and they all stumbled backwards, some shouting out unintelligibly about a demon.

With reflexes he hadn't possessed before he swerved out-of-the-way of a large sharp projectile as it cut the position where he had stood, creating ripples of air and cutting some fabric of his shirt.

He looked at the 'annoyance' that stood before him with a confused gaze. For some strange reason he felt that this new presence was an 'annoyance'. Where he learned the word he didn't know. He seemed to not know a lot of things it seemed.

The man was dressed in the standard Konoha-nin uniform of the village and on his back had a large Fuma Shuriken; he had shoulder length bluish-white hair, a Hitai-ate worn like a bandana on his forehead, and a very wide sneer on his face. Naruto's eyebrow rose delicately at the man who stood before him, he remembered him as one of the new academy instructors and as far as he knew the man he had never held any ill will toward him or he did and he hid it well, perhaps that was how it was, all the world hated him and the only ones who he thought understood and cared for him only pretended to do so.

The man smirked as he saw the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki glance at him with a raised eyebrow, "Do you know why all these people are here? Why we detest the very sight of you?" Naruto kept looking at the man, an interested glimmer in his eyes. "That is because you are the Kyuubi; eight years ago Yondaime-sama sealed the beast into you. Now you are the demon, you killed all those people back then. You're a murderous Bakemono in human form and Today I will finally put an end to you Kyuubi" he said savoring the look of dejection on Naruto's face "Everyone watch as I Mizuki finish the job the Yondaime Hokage started" The man's statement evoked cheers from the large crowd that had gathered by who started cheering for the man to kill the demon as they returned to their senses.

Naruto glanced about and looked into the nearby trees calmly, he could sense and make out various Chakra silhouettes that were hidden in the trees looking at the events as they went by. He wondered how long they had waited there, probably waiting until he had gotten his 'fix' before they rescued him like the good saints they were. If this man attacked him, then he would fight back because he didn't care about the consequences anymore. He twisted his head ever so slightly, his gaze travelling to the great mountain in the background of the village. His gaze landed on the fourth statue-head of a spiky haired man and the barest of frowns lined Naruto's features.

He tore his gaze reluctantly from the stone-head of the Yondaime as he felt slight anger try to overtake him; gazing above where he could into the skies over the village where he could there was a giant spherical object that stretched on for miles, encompassing what he assumed was the entire village.

He always knew he was naïve but he was far from stupid, no one would live on the streets and practically raised themselves and not know how the world worked. How prejudiced people could be, how they hated without a reason and loved without so much as returned his gaze to that of the white-haired Chuunin and felt anger rise up within him as he recalled what the man had said. He was struggling from keeping himself from blowing up and telling the man that all he had said was a lie and that he was him, not the Kyuubi but could he disagree after seeing that 'thing'? He wanted to scream, shout about how unfair it was that they treated him terribly but he didn't. Unfair or not, it had happened.

He was a beast and it had been an eight year old struggle of his and for all those years he had screamed and shouted the unfairness of their treatment on him, had loudly declared he will still be Hokage regardless and would show them, but that only served to increase the people's hatred for himself and nothing changed. So what would a few angry words do now? He had enough of their glares; he felt he would soon snap at them. He snapped out of his daze as the white-haired Chuunin as he charged him, Naruto waited for the man, raising his hand slowly, his eyes glinted before he muttered the first thing that came to mind and the last words the 'poor' Chuunin would ever hear.

"Shinra Tensei" for a second nothing happened, as it seemed as if the young blond was seemingly playing a game, however a second later Mizuki was forcefully repelled by an invisible force that flung him into the air like some propelling rocket projectile. A large path was paved where the man was flung as trees were blown away, before he collided with a large tree with a sickening crunch, blood erupted from his mouth as he slid down the tree which fell a second later and then his eyes closed, showing the man was dead.

Everybody looked at what had just occurred with wide eyes, and then pandemonium erupted as people began screaming and running away from the 'monster' like headless chicken.

Naruto just gazed at them with an impassive expression, however many failed to see the sad expression that was etched across his face. He had not meant to do that however it was as if he had been possessed even when he muttered that Jutsu's name.

He truly was a monster and he now believed it.

He turned to leave only to be stopped by a very firm voice from behind him, he could feel as cold steel pressed against his neck before the person who sounded like a man spoke "Don't move unless you want to die, I am taking you to Hokage-sama so don't make things harder for us" Naruto just remained quiet however a second later the vile and suffocating presence that hung in the air seemingly dissipated as the blond Jinchuuriki collapsed to the ground with exhaustion.

The person behind him with gravity defying spiky silver hair, wearing a white ANBU black op mask with black and red markings around its eyes, mouth and on each side of it, and the traditional Konoha ANBU flak jacket, metal plates on both his hands and arm guards on his arms, on his left shoulder an engraving of the ANBU tattoo sheathed his sword before picking the blond up, wiping some sweat away from his face as the overwhelming pressure that hung in the air dissipated. He could not believe that the kid had generated so much power that it even affected him, an ANBU level ninja. Sparing a glance at the dead Chuunin; the masked person sighed and started roof hopping toward the Hokage monument, seemingly a blur of motion to the naked eye.

He looked at the small blond in his arms with his brows furrowed in worry underneath his mask; 'Minato-sensei, I failed you again' the man thought as he roof hopped with high leaping motions to get to his destination.

One thing was for certain for the masked black op, things were going to get even harder for the blond he had slung over his shoulder.

(Unknown Location)

His single visible black eye opened as the door to his room swung open and in entered a new presence clad in a black cloak with an ANBU mask over the face.

The presence was knelt down in front of the man who sat on a large throne like chair respectfully as a subordinate should.

"Report, Hinoe" the man who sat on the throne demanded in a very emotionless commanding voice. He had shaggy black hair, black eyes although his right eye was concealed by the bandage that was wrapped around half of his head, and he had an x shaped scar on his chin. He was clad in a white shirt with a baggy black robe over it that went all the way to his feet, and his right arm was concealed underneath his robe, however it appeared as if it was held in a sling underneath the robe. As he sat there his gaze boring into that of the masked man before him, the level of cunningness the man radiated was without an equal with a sense of paranoia to it.

"The civilians and Chuunin attacked the target as planned thanks to the Genjutsu you placed over them to control them. The boy did indeed channel 'that' power as planned..." the man now identified as 'Hinoe' said in a well-rehearsed robotic monotonous tone that lacked even a shimmer of emotion to it.

Danzo's eye narrowed as his lips twitched upwards in welcome of a small smirk that broke on his face "Is that so? And what did he do with it?" he nodded his head motioning for the other man to continue.

"He seemed to be surprised by it my lord. Although that is not the important issue, what is, is that he was able to reign it in somehow. His eyes were also a strange purple colour. He also killed the Chuunin Mizuki after he attacked him using a repulsive attack of some sort, after that he collapsed from exhaustion and was taken to the Hokage by Hatake Kakashi" the older man stood up, his eye glinting at something else the masked NE had said, completely disregarding the man's other statement about the eyes of their 'target'.

"Excellent, it appears things might start moving my way from now on. I will have to declare the boy a danger to the village at the next council meeting and convince the other council members to hand him over to me to nurture his growth" he paused grabbing his cane before continuing as he began moving towards the exit prompting the other man to follow like a loyal dog "With this incident they will surely see him as a threat to the village's safety" his smirk just grew wider at this, he simply couldn't believe his luck.

All he had done was put the foolish civilians under a Genjutsu and have them attack the blond to coax him into drawing out the power of the Kyuubi in desperation. He had been waiting a while for that to happen now, after so many years he had thought that the isolation and hatred would cause the boy to become unstable but he had held on. Then again he was THAT man's son, but now the fear of death had finally gotten to him and he had lost his will to fight or to repress the darkness within him.

Finally things were going his way and soon he would oust Hiruzen and become Hokage once he got the perfect weapon that he so seeks.

'This will make them fear the boy, and even that fool Sarutobi will have no choice but to agree with their choice. If not they would simply overrule his decision in the matter but they will need some 'persuasion' ' he mused to himself as he moved in the narrow hallways of the hideout with the cloaked and porcelain-masked Hinoe in tow, his cane creating soft knocks as it hit the floor with each step he took.

"Finally the Kyuubi shall be mine and so will Konoha"

*Jutsu Translations*

Shinra Tensei- Almighty Push