Chapter 1: Hono

Hono was crouching on a roof, looking at the distance and thinking of nothing at all. No, that was a lie. He was thinking of killing. He giggled at the thought. Murdering the whole village that stood before his eyes. Amazing. The blood lust was overwhelming him. Kill. A voice whispered inside him. A bubble of red chakra came out of his right hand.

"Hono, what are you doing here?"- the lust was gone. He didn't need to look behind him to know it was the Third Hokage. The only person that spoke to him in the whole village.

"I wanted to get out of that apartment. Staying there was depressing. Not that getting out isn't."- Hono spoke after some time.- "You're not here to simply chat with me are you? Old man? You're here to see if I don't lose it."

"..."- the Hokage was speechless. Hono knew exactly what he had come to do.- "Nonsense, I enjoy a conversation with you from time to time."

"Yes, because I make such good company."- Hono kept staring at the distance, smirking.

"Were you thinking of attacking the villagers?"- the Hokage asked, ignoring the child's comment. Hono giggled.

"It's not like they don't deserve it."- he said, feeling the lust again.

"A true man is not the one that kills the wolf that bit him. A true man is the one that forgives it."- the Hokage replied.

"If it was just a wolf that bit me once, I probably would. But how can I forgive the pack of wolves that bit me over and over again when I was just a cub? The ones that were supposed to watch over me? Should I forgive them?"- he asked, remembering his childhood.

Flashback

"GET HIM! GET THE FOX!"- the man shouted, pointing a stick at the spiky white haired kid as a crowd ran by him, chasing the poor boy down. The child turned left and shockingly realized it was a dead end. When he looked back, the entrance had been cut by a mob of angry villagers.

"No! Please no!"- the child begged them, crying and walking backwards until he felt the wall on his back. Two villagers grabbed him by his arms and dragged him out, swearing at him.

"You killed my son you fucking demon!"- the one holding his right arm said.

"Ended my poor granddaughter's life!"- the old man holding his left arm followed. Hono had no idea what they were talking about. He never had done anything like that in his life. The largest thing he had killed was a mosquito on the wall.

"Now you are going to get it!"- said the man that held the stick before he drove the stick into the boy's stomach, making him gasp in pain. More blows followed. Punches, kicks, knees, elbows, headbutts, baseball bats, sometimes even knuckledusters. The problem was that he couldn't even fall unconscious. Ever since he remembered, any wound that was inflicted upon him, healed quickly. He could still feel the pain though.

Two hours later, the villagers had had their fill. They walked away from the blood covered boy, leaving him on the ground. His eyes still dropping tears. What had he done? He had never seen any of those villagers before. An hour later he stood up and walked away, trying to find food in the trash bins. The noise drawed out a little girl from a blacksmith's shop. She had black hair and steel grey eyes. Her hair was styled into two Chinese-style buns, one on each side of her head and short fringe-bangs covering her forehead. She wore a black, Chinese-style sleeveless blouse and white pants. She approached him slowly but he quickly noticed her and backed away, scared and afraid of another beating. She went back in and came out seconds later, holding a baguette.

"Please, eat this."- she said, approaching him and presenting him with the bread. He slowly rose his arm and accepted it, breaking it into half and giving one half to the girl. She said no with her head.- "No thank you, I am full."

"Tenten, time for a story!"- a man's voice came from inside the shop, and after hesitating, she ran back in, closing the door. It was night by then and he had nowhere to stay. He hate half of the bread, keeping the rest for the next day, curled up into a ball and tried to fall asleep in the cold.

End Flashback

When he came back from his memories, he realized the old man still hadn't replied.

"Thought so."- Hono said, sadness on his face.- "Now, before I leave, what do you really want?"

"I also came here to make a deal with you."- the Hokage explained. Hono rose his right eyebrow.

"I'm listening."- he replied.

"Tomorrow, come to my office so I can take you to the Academy and make you a Genin. That way, you can become a ninja, usefull to this village, like any other twelve year old."- the old man proposed.

"What's the catch?"- Hono asked.

"As a ninja, you have to promiss never to harm anyone from this village, at all. And behave yourself."

"What's the good part?"- he asked again.

"You get to take on missions, become stronger and face enemies."

"Can I kill the enemies?"

"...yes. You may kill the enemies."- the Hokage lowered his head.- "As long as I have your word on fulfilling the requirements I established."

"Deal."