OMG. This is the most depressing thing I have ever written in my life. Ever. Wow. Life sucks sometimes…I have to admit, it is different though. This chapter is a bit short, but it is just the prologue… I wanna see how people react to this…
Warning: This will be a Naruto and Gaara then a Naruto Gaara and Itachi. If the thought doesn't appeal to you, then you possible shouldn't read…
Disclaimer: I plan on owning Naruto…as soon as I gather enough marshmallows to rule the world…
The rain fell from the black skies, crying for his lost soul. It cried for innocence lost, it cried for the damnation of his soul, and it cried for the future that was to come. The rain caressed the one that it cried for. He sat there in the open, on a large rock, slowly soaking himself to the bone. The young man stared out across the lake, his blue eyes blank with emptiness. His blonde hair, framed his angelic face that was bruised and bloodied. He wore an orange jumpsuit, hideous to all but bright just like he used to be. The young man's blank eyes slowly started to turn red, his anger and hate finally showing itself. He heard a twig snap and he turned around, his eyes still angry and hurt. His eyes landed upon a figure.
"Naruto." The figure said quietly, his voice rough with disuse. Naruto looked at the man, trying to recognize him in the shadows. As the figure stepped out of the shadows, Naruto saw the giant gourd on his back and the robes of the Kazekage. Naruto nodded to the man, acknowledging him, and turned back to the peaceful scene before him. The rain created constant ripples on the lake that entranced the young boy. He felt a hand on his shoulders and looked into the dark eyes of the Shukaku container. They looked at each other until Naruto's eyes filled with tears once again. As the tears fell from his eyes, cleaning blood from his cheeks, the Kazekage held him close. The rain continued to fall upon the two, caressing and comforting them.
"Stay with me. Train with me." Gaara said, his voice sounding sad almost. Naruto looked up slowly into the eyes of the only other person who knew what it felt like, that could relate to what he just went through. He felt the warmth and sincerity in his eyes and for the first time in a week, he smiled a small, but true, smile. He felt the arms tighten around him, comforting him. He hugged Gaara back, glad to finally fell alive again. Gaara held out his hand and stepped away, motioning for Naruto to follow him. Naruto put his hand in his friend's and followed him through the forest, avoiding the branches and wild animals. Gaara's eyes closed and soon his sand enveloped them, quickly guiding them to the edge of the Suna, Gaara's home. There they entered, leaving the rain behind them and entering the village's protection. Gaara led Naruto up to the Kazekage's tower, and showed him to his own room.
Naruto looked around in awe at the space in his room. The rooms were a beautiful dark red color, reminding him of the color of blood. The bedding and the dressers and furniture were all a midnight black. Naruto wandered around the quiet room and found the bathroom. It was beautiful. The appliances were made of black marble with silver faucets and handles. The Bath tub was large and sat between the sink and the toilet. Naruto shivered as he felt Gaara's presence behind him, keeping his instinct to run down. Gaara stepped around Naruto and placed some clothes on the sink counter and pulled a towel from the closet and gave it to the Kyuubi container. Naruto nodded and Gaara left the room.
The fox looked down at the tub and turned the silver faucet with the H on it. The water came out, burning hot, the steam rising upwards. Naruto put his hand, marveling at the feeling of his flesh burning. He stripped, the fabric of the torn clothes brushing against his wounds, causing the boy to flinch. He lowered himself into the tub, hissing as the burning water touched his skin. Soon, the tub was full and Naruto turned off the water. He sat in the tub for a while and thought about the previous week and the hell he went through.
He should have known that it was going to be a hellish day when he woke up and it was misting outside. There were no birds chirping or cats meowing. It was silent. He had gotten dressed in his bright orange and black jumpsuit and left his house with a nervous knot in his stomach. As he was walking to the bridge to meet Kakashi and Sakura he saw a crowd at the front gate, the smell of blood hanging in the air. He had wormed his way through the crowd, disregarding the looks of disgust of the villagers he had passed. When he had gotten to the front of the crowd, he stopped. His face turned a pale white and his stomach churned. Two shinobi and be decapitated and with their blood the twisted criminal had written on the pavement; 'Get rid of the Kyuubi or you will all die' That's when it all started. Rocks were thrown, kunai and shuriken had almost lodged themselves in his body and then the worst came. The names. They were always worse than the wounds because he couldn't get rid of the emotional scars no matter how much he tried. Demon. Monster. Freak. Bastard. The list went on and on, carving a hole into the poor teen's heart. He had ran to his house as fast as he could, avoiding human contact and slammed his door. He slid down, tears flowing down his face. He continued to cry, the tears never stopping their endless falling. He didn't move from his spot at all for hours. His body was sore from the sobs that racked his body.
He felt a light breeze enter his room, and refused to look up. If he was going to suffer he did not wish to see the one who did so. He felt arms hug him close and the warmth of another body next to his. He didn't dare look up, thinking he might just be delusional. He felt the arms pick him up and carry him to his bed. He was set down and he felt the weight of another person sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up, not caring anymore. Iruka –sensei was looking at him with such a sad look. Naruto felt the sadness and fear swell up in him and he threw himself at Iruka, hugging the man for dear life.
"Why? Why do they hate me so much? I never did anything to any of them." Naruto asked as he cried into his old sensei's shirt. Iruka held him, rubbing his back.
"I don't know Naruto, I just don't know." He whispered to the boy. He held the teen until he fell asleep. He slid Naruto under his covers and looked at him as he locked the window. "I will find out who did this Naruto, I promise." He said as he left the house. If only he knew what would happen if he left. He never would have stepped foot out of the container's home. Not fifteen minutes later Naruto was awoken by the breaking of his window, only to be knocked unconscious by someone's fist slamming into his stomach.
When he awoke he was blindfolded and somewhere musty and dark, footsteps echoed in the area. For one week straight he was tortured in this place. He was cut open, burnt, and many other things that will never let him be normal again. His only innocence, ripped away from him as they took him in the most vilest ways.
Naruto sighed as he washed the soap from his hair and drained the tub. He stood up and grabbed the fluffy towel. He dried his body off, careful not to cause the wounds to start bleeding again. He had told Kyuubi to stop healing him for a while during the torture, trying to learn to withstand the pain. And it did help, after all that he had been through he didn't think there was any type of torture that anybody, including Orochimaru's sick and twisted methods, that could hurt him as much as that did. He slowly pulled on the dark red clothes that Gaara had put on the sink and yawned. He was finally relaxed. He walked out of the bathroom and looked around once again. He saw the bed beckon him, telling him to go to sleep. He walked over as if in a trance and noticed a white piece of paper on him pillow. He frowned and picked it up. He grinned as he read it and set it aside. He went to sleep knowing that someone would always be there for him, no matter what, the words of the note still echoing in his mind.
"-Naruto,
Lady Tsunade says that you must stay here until further notice. No one but her shall know you are still alive. She also says that I am to train you as much as I can. Breakfast is at five in the morning.
If you are not there, you will be training on an empty stomach."
-Gaara
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