Uzumaki Naruto was currently six years of age…

And he was lying against the wall of an alley as it poured outside. Why was this so?

It was simple. Naruto, today, had tried to get into the ninja academy. He failed every test he was given and finally he was attacked b a group of older kids. It wasn't nearly as severe as what had happened only minutes ago.

A group of villagers, enraged, burned down Naruto's apartment. Why? They didn't want to give the demon any hopes that he could be a ninja. They hadn't even known that he had failed, yet, they wanted to make certain that it would be impossible for hi to be a shinobi… Ever…

Naruto winced as he felt a massive cut in his abdomen. He felt a tear run down his cheek.

And where were the ANBU when this was happening? They were assisting the villagers in burning down his home!

Naruto even remembered one an ANBU giving him said cut.

He slowly got up and walked to the end of the alley, before taking a look at the manhole cover. He opened it and climbed down, covering the top once more.

Not even a second later, a pair of chunin and three armed civilians ran into the alley.

"He's not here! We must keep searching. Ha can't have gone far!" yelled a chunin before the rest of the group cheered and ran out of the alley.

Meanwhile, Naruto was walking through the sewers. He winced in pain with every step he took.

Why?

…Why were the villagers so cruel to him?

The ANBU had screamed Kyuubi at him. Did that man think he was the fox demon?

…But why?

Naruto finally fell backwards, sliding against the dirty wall of the sewer. He got up slowly and shook his head.

Was it because of his whiskers? Maybe it was because he smiled like a fox sometimes.

His gaze slowly turned upwards in thought before he stared forwards for a few seconds.

Light…

There was light coming from another manhole cover.

He ignored his pain and trudged forwards through the muck before he grabbed onto a ladder and began to climb.

It may not have been the smartest thing, he reasoned, but, staying in a sewer of all places with several injuries wasn't a bright idea either. He'd rather suffer more injuries on the surface than for his more severe injuries to become worse from the filth of a sewer.

He lifted his malnourished limbs to the iron manhole and felt the rust. It wasn't cared for nor was it looked at for, apparently, years.

Naruto pushed and, to his displeasure, it didn't budge.

He felt something fall down his cheek. Then another something… and another…

He brought down his arm and wiped away what was apparently water coming down his cheeks. Wait… was he crying?

He hiccupped as a few more tears spilled out.

Yeah, he was crying…

He looked around him.

He had gotten six years in life suffering hell on earth every day.

There was no way that he was going to die in a fucking sewer of all places!

He brought his fist up… and punched the cover.

The dull clanging sound of his fist smashing itself against old, rust iron resonated throughout the sewers.

Finally, it began to budge. Through his tears, Naruto gave a small smile.

He punched the cover one last time… and it opened. Slowly, he pushed it off and climbed out of the sewer. He looked at his right hand and almost immediately wished he hadn't. He had severely damaged the hand. It was bleeding. It looked like two of his fingers were broken, maybe three.

His body was suddenly thrown into coughing before he felt blood dribble down his chin.

He needed help… now…

But, where was the help he needed?

Right… the hospital…

He gave a bitter grin and resisted the macabre urge to laugh at his own misfortune as he remembered his first visit to the hospital.

(Flashback)

Naruto winced as another doctor came and stabbed him with a scalpel. He was performing some kind of surgery on him.

All the doctors were grinning; some even snickered when Naruto flinched. He was strapped to a cold, steel bed. Countless needles were sticking out of his arms.

They knew he was awake. They just wanted to know how long it would take before Naruto screamed.

"Now little Demon boy, we're going to take a nice, long look at your heart. We want to make sure the villagers didn't hurt it too much." said a nurse holding a particularly large surgery knife.

"After all, we doctors like having fun too…" trailed the man next to Naruto.

He was holding a knife to Naruto's chest. He eased it down and slowly slit it open.

Then he heard it.

…A unique sound.

…A pair of thumps always in rhythm.

What in the world was that?

The nurse walked over, only her silhouette was visible with the blinding lights above him.

She took the surgery knife and, one by one, cut the arteries of his heart.

Naruto went pale as blood poured from him before he stilled… for a few seconds. He brought his head back… and screamed.

(End Flashback)

Naruto's eyes narrowed. It was odd, really.

His good hand came down to his chest.

Unlike everything else, his heart never came back. He remembered the old man telling him that people died when their heart was gone… so why wasn't he dead? He hadn't felt the glorious pumping of his heart since that day.

The doctor probably kept it in a glass jar for him to laugh at and show everybody. They were never caught, of course. They just gave a load of crap to the Old Man, saying that he was perfectly fine.

But he wasn't. His heart was gone…

He paused in his thoughts and looked around.

This place… this compound… It was abandoned. Naruto's eyes wandered over to the rubble that most likely used to be a home. He could see a little doll on the floor near a pile of burnt wood.

Its left eye was missing and the dress of the doll was burnt. Half of the hair looked to be torn out and there was a handprint no larger than Naruto's on its back. The handprint was red…

Naruto spun his head around and surveyed the area around him.

It was certainly a compound. But, it was in a severe state of disrepair. It looked like nobody had lived here for several years.

'The Kyuubi attack…' thought Naruto.

Six years ago, the Kyuubi attacked the village of Konoha, Naruto's village. Their Leader, the Yondaime, saw no other way to kill it than to sacrifice his own life.

Many people were killed during the attack. What's worse, a clan in Konoha was completely destroyed while protecting their home.

'This must have been where they lived…'

It was never the greatest clan in Konoha. It was actually the smallest.

During the time of the clan wars eighty years ago, the clan suffered countless losses. They came to Konoha during the Kiri Bloodline Raid. Orochimaru was known to take dozens of them for experiments since they were able to heal quickly and suffer more pain before death.

There was also the fact that the clan was in a constant state of fighting with one another. There was no clan head and they held no great political power. They were a 'nobody' clan.

In fact, for as long as anybody could remember, the clan was always bitter with one another. The reason the Hyuga Clan made the cursed seal of the Branch family was to prevent a repeat of what happened in this clan.

And the clan's name was…

Naruto stopped walking through the small compound. He had been drifting around.

…Just wandering in body and mind when he stepped on something.

He removed his foot and looked down. It was the compound sign.

The gates of the small compound were closed and chained. The sign was covered in mold and had a few cracks, but, Naruto could still make out the letters.

His eyes widened.

It…

It wasn't possible…

He had a family…

They might not have liked him…

But he had a family…

…Uzumaki.

The sign read Uzumaki.

The Old Man lied to him…

He always said that he didn't know who Naruto's family was. But, the evidence was here. How couldn't he have known that Naruto was the last member of this clan?

The only explanation was that the Old Man had lied to him.

All those stories of Ninjas saving princesses and finding treasures… All those fairy tales he'd tell Naruto when he visited were just ways of getting him to love the Leaf Village, Konoha.

They were all ways of getting Naruto to want to die for Konoha and be its weapon.

…And it almost worked.

Naruto fell to his knees and cried. He sobbed.

He had finally been broken. A single word on an old piece of wood was enough to make the world around him fall apart. It was enough to complete what an entire village had failed to do…

He no longer wished to protect Konoha. Oh no… they had shunned him. They had lied to him. They beat him. They stole his heart, literally and metaphorically, and smashed it against a wall before destroying it.

This place had too many evil people.

But, if he just up and destroyed Konoha, then… what would that make him?

…A hypocrite.

The village contained evil so he wished for its destruction? He obviously contained something which the villagers wanted him dead for. He'd be no better than them if he wished to destroy the entire village.

So… what then?

Naruto walked into an old house, one of the few that was standing and capable of supporting people, and he walked into the kitchen.

What then would he do, indeed?

His gaze wandered to the block of knives next to the sink.

He'd do what the villagers failed to do, of course!

Naruto walked out of the kitchen and around the house until he was in an office. He took one of the scrolls down.

The villagers saw him evil on the inside and could do nothing about it. But… Naruto saw the evil inside of the village and he could do something about it. At least, he could do something productive.

"Academy Basic Jutsu…" read Naruto aloud.

All around him were scrolls and books as he was in the deceased clan's library. His clan's library…

And he was in a clan compound all his own. This place and all inside of it belonged to him.

He looked up through the sky light of the library at the sun. It's scarlet red glow visible all throughout the compound. The same shade of red as that handprint…

Yes… this place would be perfect.

He would begin a war on the darkness of Konoha with this place as his home.

It was the dawn of a new way of life for the final Uzumaki. It was the start of the Nanashi Kira… the No-name Killer…

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That's the end of the first chapter of my darkest Naruto fic yet.

Now, things you should understand:

Naruto's heart is the only organ in his body that's gone. The Kyuubi seal is acting as his new heart and is pumping his blood through his body. Of course, the Kyuubi needs to use its demonic chakra to accomplish this and this would ultimately result in a drastic increase of ability on Naruto's part. His chakra is was no longer normal after the incident in the hospital. It became demonic. Thus, while Naruto has his own chakra, it is equally as demonic as Kyuubi's.

Naruto needs his other organs. Kyuubi could heal the dangerous injuries on the battle field, but, if another one of Naruto's vital organs is taken from him, he'll die.

This is only a semi-dark Naruto fic. He's clearly evil to his enemies. But, to his allies, he's somebody who you'd want as a friend every step of the way.

Naruto doesn't necessarily hate the village. He just hates that the village let's his oppressors get away with their crimes. So he's going to make up for lost time and kill the criminals of the village that they've let off with pretty much a slap on the wrists.

What will Naruto do?

Well, you'll have to review and wait for my next update to find out.

Please, ask as many questions as you can think of and I'll answer as many as I can.

And tell your friends about this fic. I want people to know about this and myself in general.

Forever Signed in Blood,

Slayer End