Okay, I hope everyone likes the first chapter...
Disclaimer: Why do we have to write these? Everyone knows that we don't own Naruto. (This will only be said in the first chapter)
Today was the day that people both celebrated and mourned; it was the day that the great Kyuubi no Kitsune had been defeated, but at a hefty price; the village lost the lives of many of their friends and family, and the Yondaime Hokage himself had sacrificed himself, dying in the defeat of the Kyuubi. Every year, the people of Konoha would celebrate, with carnivals, street acts, shows and the sort. It was a day where people could enjoy themselves and take pleasure in a day where there was no work to be done. Everyone had a good time, laughing with their friends and out and about in the town, that is, everyone but one. That one person was a boy of five years who had spiky blond hair and the most enchanting azure eyes. But the most distinctive thing about him was the strange birth marks which he had on his cheeks; three whisker-like marks on each. This boys name was Uzumaki Naruto, and this day was his birthday, but rather then it being a joyful day, it was a day that he feared and dreaded. For unknown reasons to the boy, whenever he was seen, even more on this day, he was being chased, beaten and abused. All of the villagers would give him glares of hate and many would go as far as harming him until he was near death, even more so on his birthday, the day that every child should look forward to. To make things worse, Naruto had no-one to care for him, no-one to look up to and no-one to protect him and make him feel better; he was completely and utterly alone, not a soul in the world who cared for the blond, except for the Hokage. The third Hokage had a soft spot for him, yet it was out of his reach to help the boy anymore then giving the boy an apartment and a small amount of money for necessities, as Naruto had been kicked out of the orphanage that he was previously at. The council had forbidden him to have anything to do with the boy, but the third had managed to aid the kid a little, yet not enough to prevent all of the hate showed towards the boy; both mentally and physically. There was nothing that he could do to stop this act.
However, things were soon going to change drastically for the boy on this day.
Naruto had decided to stay hidden in a dark corner of his apartment, in fear of a repeat of the previous year. He sobbed silently to himself and was shaking out of sheer fear. He had his legs clutched close and tight to his body in a defensive manner and his head was leaning down on his knees, his eyes shut as tight as humanly possible, in fear of opening them to find a gang of villagers standing in front of him. But no sound could be heard, apart from the faraway carnival cheers, yet he still hid himself in the shadows, eventually falling asleep.
Hours later, sometime after midnight, a group of the villagers had become extremely drunk and were on their way home, which consisted of passing the house of a certain blond. There were about six in the group and they were all laughing and joking, when one of them said, rather drunkenly,
"Hey hick… isn't that where that hick demon brat lives?" The shorter man said, The others look at him oddly before evil grins appear on their faces.
"Yeah, it is… You thinking what I'm thinking?" Everyone else nodded before they walked (sloppily if I might add) towards the door which lead to their unsuspecting victim's home. They crept slowly up the stairs and heard a light snore coming from the one of the two rooms there. The door was slightly ajar and they slowly walked in there, ready for anything. They all looked around and noticed that there was no-one lying in the bed, but yet, there was someone in there, snoring. One of them then noticed an image of something in the corner of the room. He smiled and pointed in the objects position. The rest followed their companions gaze and saw what he saw.
One of them then grabbed an old bag which was in the corner of the room and one of the others, who had brought along some rope, went over to the boy and tied his hands together, then his legs, then his hands to his legs and then finally gagging the boy before then thrusting him into the bag. They then used another piece of rope and bound it tightly around the opening of the bag.
Soon after that was gone, they left the apartment as happy as they were when they left the carnival. Three of the six men had nearly fallen asleep so they decided to head home, whilst the other three carried on with their 'mission'. Not long after, they were at the gates which separated the outside of Konoha to the inside. They had been stopped by the guards from leaving but once they explained on what they had planned to do, the guards let them through and acted as if nothing had happened, with extra large smiles plastered on their arrogant faces.
They had traveled for a couple of miles before they stopped at a canyon and threw the bag over and quickly running back to where they came, not noticing that the bag had landed on a high up ledge, knocking the captive out.
The next night, a man with short dark brown hair, who wore something similar to what the ANBU wore, but slightly different, and his hitai-ite was that of the wave country, four wavy lines, was running by at a speed which would put any shinobi to shame. He heard some rustling and became curious as to what it was, as he didn't sense any danger nearby, he stopped and followed the sound to find that there was a bag moving on a ledge sticking out of the canyon. Now extremely nosy, he jumped down, retrieved the bag, brought it back up onto the ground, opened it and poured out the content, with a blond boy tumbling out, restrained due to the many tied knots which had been used on him.
He picked up the boy and undid all of the ropes with one easy swipe with a kunai which he had pulled out. The boy then stood up and when the savior looked into his eyes, he was shocked; he could see a mixture of emotions; anger, hatred, sadness, loneliness, but none of it was directed at him. However, the most startling thing was that, behind the emotions, he could see that there was something inhuman, something powerful. He liked the kid.
"What's your name kid?" The man said in a rough monotonous voice.
The kid just stood his ground for a while, studying the eyes of the man in front of him, searching through the gates leading to the soul. After some silence, he spoke up. "Uzumaki Naruto… What about you?"
The man smirked before replying, "Momochi Zabuza." This was followed by more deadly silence until Zabuza turned around and was about to start his way towards the wave country, but turned around right before he was about to head off. "You coming, kid?" Naruto nodded and the two started their way to their destination, but Naruto soon started to lag down, as he was exhausted from everything that had just happened. Zabuza noticed and stopped to pick up the kid and flung him over his shoulder, before jumping into the trees to resume the speed which he had been at before he had found Naruto.
(A/N: This would have been a great place to stop, but I felt it was a bit short, so I'll carry on)
One year later and Zabuza had been training Naruto whenever he wasn't out on 'missions' (he's a missing-nin, so he's just hired to do stuff). Half a year earlier, Kyuubi had spoken to Naruto for the first time, and from that day, he had trained him in his mind when Naruto was sleeping. Zabuza had been told by Naruto of the Kyuubi and that just made him like the boy even more, as he had realised the power which the kid would have and that it would be controlled by him. Indeed, Naruto's progression in both skill and strength had increased at a speed which was unheard of.
One day, when the two were out, observing one of the villagers for future data, they had come across a girl who was Naruto's age (six) and found that she was alone. The girl had scruffy brown hair which reached her shoulders and when she noticed that there were people near, she looked up, revealing her beautiful brown eyes.
"A brat like you will die not wanted by anyone."
"Mister, you have the same eyes as me." That hit a soft spot as Zabuza's eyes softened slightly from the usually ice cold ones he usually shows.
"Kid, do you desire to be wanted by someone?" The girl nodded. "Can you give your all for me?" She nodded again with a smile on her face and her eyes forming two upside down 'U' shapes. "From this day forward, your ability is mine, and so is Naruto's, here." Zabuza finished as he motioned his hand over to Naruto. The girl then slowly got up and walked over to Zabuza and stood there smiling at him. She was finally wanted.
Zabuza put a hand on each of his 'tools' shoulders, pulling them slightly closer to each of his sides as it was cold and snowing, the three then walked off together.
Year after year, they would train and get hired for 'missions' which they had always completed. They had made a name of themselves and were now feared throughout the great shinobi countries. Zabuza was 'the devil of the mist', whilst Naruto and Haku were know as 'the devils demons'. Just the mention of their names brought fear in the hearts of many.
When Haku and Naruto were both nine, Zabuza had decided for them to leave the wave country, as it was holding them back.
"But one day, I shall return and take control of this country. But what I need is not encouragement or anything useless like that. What I really need is…"
"We know. Please don't worry, we are Zabuza-san's weapons. Please keep us by your side as tools that do your wish. We'll be there whenever you want us to be. We're loyal to Zabuza-san and Zabuza-san only." Said Haku cheerily. Zabuza had become somewhat a father-like-figure to them, even though he was harsh with their training and upbringing, they knew that he liked them. He had taken them in when no-one else wanted them, even when he knew their deepest secrets, he treated them the same as he would have if they weren't what they were. They would do nothing to go against Zabuza, no-one could make them.
Okay... I have nothing to say... Hey, that rhymed... hehehe...