Kyūbi no Ningyōtsukai (Nine Tailed Puppeteer)
Prologue

It was a dark and stormy night. A flash of light revealed a small shadow, flitting across the alley ways. After a moments indecision, it dashed into the nearby forest. No more than a minute later, a sizeable crowd came about the corner, knives and metal poles in hand.

"Which way did that little shit go?"

"He cut his jacket on that brush! Let's get him!"

As one, the mob took off into the brush. They spread out, the civilians across the ground, and the few chūnin that had joined the crowd throughought the trees.

As the mob passed by, a bush rustled, before a small boy, with bright blond, spikey hair, whisker-like birthmarks on his cheeks, and wearing a loose-fitting, bright orange and black jumpsuit, with a dark orange and black swirl on the back. The boy looked about for a moment, before unzipping his jacket, to reveal a small, measley piece of bread.

A smile formed on the boy's face as he made to bite into it. The action was stopped by a kunai tearing through the bread, as the boy was bodily thrown into a nearby tree and pinned there by a kunai straight through each hand. A figure walked forth from the shadows, with long, silver locks, and a vest with several pouches on it.

"Looks like this just isn't your day, is it you damn demon? Just like it wasn't my parent's day seven years ago." The man said, shoving the kunai deeper into each hand, causing the boy to cry out in pain.

"W-What a-are you talking about?!" The boy managed to cry through the pain, before another scream resounded from the boy's lungs as the kunai dug deeper still.

"Of course you know, or did you actually manage to lose track amongst the thousands you slaughtered that night?"

"I-I ha-have no idea what y-your're talking ab-b-bout!" The boy blubbered.

"Shut up! Now, You're gonna pay for what you did." As he spoke, the man removed an enormous shuriken from his back. "Your right arm, I take for my Mother!" He said, as he slowly tore through sinew and bone, slowly and steadily. "Your left, I take for my Father!" Again, the cold metal descended, eliciting an immense scream from the boy. "Your Left eye, I take that you may never be met as an equal!" At this, a kunai slowly began to tear through the optical nerves, bringing the boy's scream to a roar of pain. "Your legs, I take that you may never be of any use, to anyone!" And lastly, I take your precious little cock and balls, that you may never be happy, or loved!" As the sharp metal dug in for the final time, slicing through thigh muscle, and through the soft skin of the groin, the boy gave off an inhuman scream.

The day was October Tenth. It was Naruto Uzumaki's seventh birthday, and This, is his story.

End Prologue