A new story I created after watching 'V for Vendetta' and 'Batman: Dark Knight'. I've seen a lot of dark Naruto stories and Naruto banishments, so I decided to try my hand. Hopefully, you all enjoy. This takes place 3 years after the failed Sasuke Retrieval Mission.

In a dark room, water drips upon a hard stone floor. The sound echoes endlessly against the walls. In said room is a boy covered in dried blood. His body twitches at the sound of each echo. The boy weakly looks up with his lifeless blue eyes, seeing the door of his cell open. A woman in a white lab coat looking down at him with a sense of pity. Behind her are guards dressed in the black garb of ANBU, the emotionless white masks glaring at him. Something inside his gut told him why they were here. After all, this was what they did time after time with him. They showed no pity, nor remorse, for the tortures he was put through. He suffered time and time again. These people treated him like a lab rat, injecting him with various substances and chemicals. They all felt like acid, but he was quickly growing used to the pain they provided. It was no surprise really that these people saw him as nothing more than trash. No. Trash was at least viewed as something. He was less than trash. He had rotted in this cell for a time he could not determine. It was rather hard to tell time when you hadn't seen daylight for so long that you forgot what it felt or looked like. This was the punishment he received for failing his duties. The duty to bring his teammate back, the duty to complete the mission or die trying, but most importantly, his duty to keep his promises. The last one was one he regretted the most, and it stung worse than any torture these people could invent. He was less than human anyway, if he went by what the villagers viewed him as. He was a disgrace as a ninja, and all the work he put in amounted to nothing in the eyes of his peers and colleagues.

"It's time again, patient 14. We need to test a new virus that was created by Oto," the woman states softly, motioning the guards to carry the him.

The boy tried to stand on his own, but found that his body wouldn't respond. He felt the hands of the ANBU guard roughly pick him up by his arms, and drag him out of the cell. He noticed, without care, the flicker of the torches and the moans of pain and lament permeating the hallway. It wasn't surprising really. He'd grown used to the sounds of suffering, as they were sounds he made in the first few months of being here. This was a place for hardened criminals and war captives. Interrogations were held in the higher floors, and labs were just above that. The latter would be his destination today, and he was mildly thankful for the fact that some person hadn't decided to test his healing factor today. The funniest thing was that he hadn't been tortured for quite sometime, as if he had been forgotten. He had hoped that was the case, but he was sure that they were just trying to give him hope again before shattering it. He hadn't any reason to hold out hope anymore.

"You realize that you have saved many lives by being a test subject, don't you patient 14?" the woman in the lab coat said, trying to at least get a reaction out of him. His only response was a slight droop of his head. He was too battered and broken to give anything else.

He honestly didn't care, because no one knew that it was him providing the research material. The mock public execution saw to that. He was nothing more than a figment of everyone's imagination once more. He was sure at least the villagers were happy that he was gone. Most of them had tried to kill him as a child, or at the very least, wished him the most horribly painful death imaginable. He at least remembered all his pain, but he was starting to forget his own name. He hadn't heard it in so long that he was beginning to wonder if everything he remembered was just a lie. He remembered the pain though. Quite vividly did he remember all the pain. Pain seemed to be his only constant companion. He no longer feared death, as it would be welcome in his eyes at this point. Hadn't he suffered enough. No, for he was reminded that his tenant would not allow him to die. It was pointless in his mind that his tenant clung to existence in the futile hopes of escape, either for himself or for his jailer. He wished he had the same level of hope as his tenant, but he knew it was hopeless to hold out any. Until his tenant agreed, he'd continue to exist, horrible as it was. At least they found a decent reason in his mind to use him to help society as a whole. So at least his existence was still useful, for now anyway. He assumed Oto was now at open war with Konoha from what the woman in the lab coat said. Not that he cared, for the only thing that it created for him was another reason for him to become a test subject.

He knew he lost track of time when he arrived in a white room with a strap in table in the center. The room was bright and smelled of disinfectant. There were various tables and monitors around the room. Beeps could be heard around him, signaling that the machines were currently running. The ANBU carrying him brought him to the table and securely strapped him in. The woman then walked around the room gathering various plugs and wires, of which she stuck into him to monitor his vitals. He vaguely saw the ANBU leave the room with a nod from the woman. He was no threat so long as he was strapped in. His chakra was no longer available due to chakra absorbing seals placed on the straps. Not like he could escape if he wanted to. He'd have to make it past at least ten squads of ANBU, countless numbers of other ninja, traps, and then the reinforcements that would surely come soon after. No, it was hopeless indeed. It would take a force of fate to even get him a fighting chance, and that was if he had any fight left in him. He was pretty sure he didn't. He felt the needle pierce his skin, injecting the virus into him. He couldn't fathom what this one was supposed to do, but he was sure it would be worse than the last. The last was a flesh-eating one that took him a while to rid himself of. He just decided to sift through his memories while he laid there. Maybe he might even go talk to his tenant to pass the time. He hadn't spoken with him in some time. Though it did seem be getting weaker and weaker with the passage of his time here. He began to wonder if even he may disappear soon. Suddenly a memory crossed his mind. He remembered his teammate asking what he was, and he responded with being his friend. How he wished he had just killed him, and at least got that satisfaction. He knew deep in his mind from the day they met as a team that he would betray anyone and everything for power. For what? To kill his only living family, something he would give the world for to just know. His family abandoned him to wolves, never to know love or kindness until he was a graduate of the academy. He was treated as nothing more than the viruses he now was subjected to. In his heart though, he deserved it for housing a great force of evil. The Kyuubi no Kitsune, King of the Bijuu. His tenant and curse.

He vaguely realized he was now alone in the room, and that his body temperature had risen. He was sure the virus was beginning to take effect now. It would probably be a little while before he started showing signs of the nastier symptoms. It wouldn't surprise him much at this point if it was instant. He'd survive. That was just how his existence worked. He would forever know nothing but solitude in the universe. At least he made one other such as himself happy in some way. He would make the world see the greatness of what they were. He'd miss seeing his previous friends' lives of growing up, getting married, and maybe babysitting their kids. He knew he'd never have one, after all, who would want to have the child of demon spawn. He'd have to leave the village to have a child, but he wouldn't subject a child to the life of being on the run. Well, so much for carrying on his family's legacy. Whoever they were. Well at least he had officially stopped the plans of Akatsuki though. There would be no Kyuubi to gain, thus ending their plans on a sour note. He hoped they choked on it. He then begins to feel strange. Must be the effects of the virus. There was something strange though, a tugging feeling on the edge of his consciousness. Usually a sign that his tenant wished to speak with him. He felt himself slip into the unconscious state, and found himself at the gates that held back the beast. What he found though shocked him immensely. The gate was no longer closed, and the fox was now laying on the ground heavily breathing.

"Stupid mortal," the beast said, struggling to even breath from the sounds of it. "Your damn Yondaime managed to perform a feat that many mortals would envy. He has managed to slay me," the Kyuubi spoke, wincing in pain at each sentence. "I may be bested, but know this mortal. You are now the sole holder of my chakra and abilities. You neither demon, nor man anymore. You are a bastard child of myself and your parents," the fox chuckled softly, wincing in agony. He tried covering his pain from what the boy could tell, but he was in too much to really hide it. "I feel I should at least tell you who your father was. Think of it as my apology for putting you through all this and not allowing you to die. Maybe it will give you a reason to live," the demon said, sounding as sincere as it could, looking the boy in the eyes. "Your father was the one who managed to defeat me. The Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure."

Something inside the boy snapped. All this time the people had treated him like he was nothing, like less than trash, he had been someone to admire. His own father sealed his own fate knowing what would happen? He had been the legacy of their Yondaime all this time, and they had the nerve to treat him as less than human? They had let him suffer in the dark never knowing who his parents were? Those same people that worshiped the ground that man had walked on? Those same people that spit on his son? How dare they! They were the ones that were less than trash. And to think that he thought he deserved his fate. Oh how these people would pay if he could get his hands on them. They would know hatred. They would be intimate with suffering. Death was too good for these monsters. He would break free from his shackles now, and he would exact his revenge. He then noticed the Kyuubi chuckle.

"Found something worth hating, huh?" the fox laughed, ignoring the pain. "These bastards killed me, so I suppose it's only fair that my jailer return the favor. I grant you a chance to escape at least," it said before disappearing into a thick red mist. The room seemed to violently pulse crimson, and it felt overpowering in a sense.

Suddenly the boy found himself awake, in a room filled with fire and sparking electrical wires waving all about. Something nearby exploded, and the boy raised an arm to defend his eyes. That's when he noticed. He was now free of his restraints. He was now able to access his chakra, though diminished. He felt the rage he had from before surge in him, and he got up off the table. His adrenaline was now moving his body and he knew it. He didn't care, for all he wanted now was to get his revenge on Konoha. He felt a smile reach his face. They called him a demon and a laughing stock of a ninja. So be it. He'd be the one to laugh at their suffering now. He noticed a crack in the observation glass that happened from the blast, but wasn't large enough to break through with his fists. He grabbed one of the machines in the room and threw it through the observation glass, shattering it and revealing that the room beyond was also in flames. He crawled through the glass and walked out the door. The hallway was also an inferno, but there were no people. Had he been left for dead? No. That wouldn't make any sense. They knew of his regenerative properties, so either everyone was dead, or they were planning to obliterate the place with him still in it.

"That won't happen though," he muttered to himself. "I still have unfinished business with my enemies." He began walking toward a set of stairs, but not before grabbing a set of scalpels from the room he was just in. He walked toward the stairs with a sense of renewed purpose. He was an avatar of destruction and nothing short of a god would stop his path. "Revenge will be mine, and I will show Konoha what happens when the treat Jinchuuriki like the demons they hold at bay. They make a demon bent on their destruction and demise."

With that he ascended the stairs, a grin on his features. The smile that would inspire fear in his enemies. The smile he would wear until the end of his revenge. The smile that would earn him his namesake 'The Grinning Fox'. The grin of the maniacal. The smile of a madman.

Hello everyone. This was a little side production I thought of while I was creating my other story, Forgotten Wings of Destiny. This is a dark Naruto fanfiction and the pairing will be my little secret for now. Suffice it to say that it is no one in Konoha. They are too upbeat and happy to be with this Naruto. I'll note 3 important things in this story. Akatsuki is currently disbanded for now, as they believe Naruto to be dead. Sand has cut its affiliation with Konoha, due to their disgust at how they treat their heroes. Tsunade and Jiraiya have no love anymore for their village, and Tsunade stepped down as Hokage. This leaves Danzou in charge. Naruto is not a complete monster in this fic, but he will not tolerate anyone in his way. This means he will most likely not kill any of the people who cared about him, such as the rookie 9 and the few others. Well that is all. Take care and have fun as always readers.