Hey there and welcome to my first fanfic, I'm new and wouldn't mind some help or pointers. Well enjoy folks. I do not own Naruto.

Whiskers and lightning

They had gone too far.

Uzumaki Naruto didn't feel the tears as they trailed his face. He didn't feel the cuts and bruises or the burning sensation rising from his stomach which proceeded to then flood his veins. What had started as heartache quickly turned to anger as he faced down his attackers and betrayer. He had been tricked, and now here he was in one of the shadier parts of the village down a deserted alleyway. If Naruto had been in any other situation he would have berated himself for his stupidity, alas, his mind could only follow one thought. 'No more'.

Before he knew it he had already lunged forward and struck the closest of his captors. His blood was pumping and pounding in his ears, his senses going wild. The blood and bile seemed to melt off his hand as if it had never been there. He dodged back before springing himself toward another. The stunned man had no chance as in seconds he and the first man hit the ground into equally red puddles. There was no grace in Narutos' movements as he systematically tore through person after person. At first it was just punches but before he knew it he was clawing, biting and hunting them. The crowd had put up little resistance and the majority had started to flee in horror. The defenceless brat had become a twisted and un-remorseful monster. Some chose to try stab him with their swords but civilians were no match for the enraged jinchuriki.

The blonde had already closed the gap before the last few even had a chance; their blood was on the ground as seconds. The first had his throat cut by the elongated claws that, although short, still had an edge to them. The second was on guard by the time his turn came, however it was not enough. The jinchuriki had leapt off the first man before he hit the ground and had rammed his hand into the next mans chest. The last man was running as fast as he could dropping his sword. He was only ten steps from the exit when he couldn't move for some reason. His vision started blurring and then the pain hit him. Just as he went to scream the hand was ripped out of his stomach and everything went dark.

And then it was over. The burning feeling disappeared and as Narutos' mind returned to him fully it was closely followed by fatigue. His attention was not on himself though or the blood that was on him and every other surface. It was on the girl who sat against the wall whose eyes reflected the true fear of those witnessing a massacre. Turning to her fully he spoke in a soft but deadly tone.

"This was your fault and their blood is on your hands not mine." Almost collapsing he staggered out into the street only to be greeted by stares. It struck him as cruel irony that people did not report him due to the blood he was covered in. He had stumbled home many a time covered in blood which was his own.

Finally he was home. Only now had he the time to reflect on the day's events. Time to cry and let out the pain he had held for the last hour. He wouldn't give the villagers the satisfaction of seeing him so downtrodden. The girl who had been his first friend, his only friend, had led him to the alley. 'Was it all an act? Was this just a charade for the villagers to exert some more pain on him?' Cries turned to sobs, and then silence. It was almost too much to bear. Once again the villages had found a new way to give him had entertained a true consideration of where is power came from, but dismissed it quickly. It didn't matter where it came from. It was the villages who had proven themselves true demons. Yet they called him a demon time and time again, and it was always the same excuse for their actions. He was not a demon, he was Uzumaki Naruto! Why couldn't they see it? What would he have to do to get them to see that. Maybe it just couldn't be done? What kind of future could he have here? Would he even survive that long? He was hit with the realisation that it was time to go.

In the middle of the village was the hokage tower. The sandaime hokage and leader of the village had just finished signing another piece of paper. The desk was full of them and he couldn't help but wonder why there was always so much. Where was it all coming from anyway? Every day he woke up and came to his office only to find it sitting there as if appearing out of nowhere. He was brought out of his musings as a sudden burst of chakra caught his senses, but it wasn't like any others. Even as far away as he was from the source he could still feel the malice intertwined with an oppressive tinge.

Suddenly an ANBU member shunshined into the room. "Report" was the single command given before he spoke. "Hokage-sama, there has been 10 murders to the west of the village and the simultaneous release of the kyuubi's chakra has most people on edge if not in panic."

The hokage had to resist the urge to groan as he rubbed his temples. He had figured it was only a matter of time until something like this happened. The council was going to have his head for this. His or Naruto's. Realising the ANBU was still here he gave a short "Dismissed", and he disappeared as quickly as he came.

He got up and walked to the door of his office and said, "Isumi can you please contact the members of the council, we are going to be holding a meeting in one hour." The young women was quick to reply, "Yes hokage-sama", she said as he turned away and went back to his desk. He sighed "It's going to be a long day".

The packing was done in 10 minutes. Five year olds didn't own that much especially when the five year old's Naruto. "Okay got my clothes, ramen and everything else. I guess this is goodbye." the boy said as his hand gently carressed the wall of a semi liveable apartment. It wasn't so much a mess as it was run down, but it was still home; correction, was home. The place was always getting trashed, but he just considered himself lucky to be out at these times. It wasn't all bad though. Once he was gone he would find a new place. Hopefully some friends as well. Yes the future was looking bright this day and he would make the most of it.

As he locked up for the last time he decided it was the north gate he would leave through since it was closest and the bodies he left wouldn't remain undetected for long. Naruto took to the side streets and alleys, but suddenly realised he had forgotten to shower. The smell of blood was starting to make him really sick and it wouldn't be good to be seen now anyway; he had killed people. HE had killed them. It was such a foreign concept and hard to comprehend. It was for his survival and he knew it, yet the guilt which was currently plaguing him wouldn't leave.

About halfway to the north gate he stopped and emptied his stomach all over the ground. He kept going, though pushing all thoughts of today out of his mind. It wouldn't do well to get caught before he even left. 'But why would they want to keep me here? They all hate me apart from hokage jiji. This all makes no sense. I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG', he screamed in his mind. 'Or at least I hadn't until now.' He started running faster and faster towards the gate that he could see at the end of the alley.

It took a few seconds for him to catch his breath and mentally prepare himself for taking his first steps out of the village. He had been moving on impulse; the whole day still seemed like one miserable haze. Something caught his attention though. There were two guards checking people before they left. 'Baka you knew it wouldn't be so easy as to just walk right out. This is a shinobi village; You're covered in blood and people are probably looking for you'. But he knew it was too late now. All he could do was come up with a way out.

Now patience had never been Naruto's strong suit, but luckily improvising was. It didn't take long for him to make a few plans. 'I could sneak out under her dress', he mused, looking at a fat woman approaching the gate. 'Or that moving cart could give me some cover'. He weighed his options, then moved towards the cart. At least this way, if he was caught, he figured he wouldn't look like a pervert. It turned out the chunins on duty didn't even check the wares he had pressed himself up against. He lay there in absolute silence and stillness. Not even breathing. "Oh Mukada, we thought you were leaving a few days ago", one of the chunin said. The man now known as Mukada replied "Sadly I was delayed when this damn cart broke. I'm sorry I can't stay and chat I'm behind as it is. Farewell." His gruff yet assertive tone didn't leave room for arguments and the chunin gave a hasty goodbye as Mukada left.

Naruto waited a short amount of time before taking his leave, but not before taking a few things off the cart as he slipped into the brush. He didn't like stealing. It felt wrong and he couldn't help but feel guilty, even though it was necessary for his survival, but guilt couldn't take away the small bit of joy he felt at the sight of what he had made off with. With the first smile today he cheered as he looked down on the nice new cloak he now owned. It was soft and light but didn't seem too flimsy either. Maybe things were turning his way, he thought, as he put it on. It was only a little too big for his five year old stature. The dark velvet material made for quite a contrast on his white cotton t-shirt and bright blonde hair, but it didn't matter to him.

The other thing he had taken was a small tanto. He didn't recognise what it was until now, but decided to hold onto it all just in case he needed it later. Now that he was out he still needed to get away. Naruto started running once again, reaching the path. Before he knew it he was heading north east. A few uneventful hours passed before he reached a town. He was low on energy before he left the village, so now he was barely walking. Hungry, exhausted and completely drained, he collapsed just outside the town. As his mind started to slip into unconsciousness he couldn't bring himself to care, 'Tired...I'll just break for a minute'.

The council had been in an uproar. Shouts of, "The demon must be stopped before he kills again", and other such demands were heard from most that were there. No matter what he said, the Hokage couldn't seem to deter them. Reason was thrown out the window. To that end the sandaime had called the meeting to a close, saying his fate would be decided after the young Uzumaki was in custody. This was going to be nothing short of an uphill battle, but he would not let the fourths legacy be killed because of self defence. It would only be a few hours later that he found one Uzumaki Naruto missing from the village.

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Hope you all enjoyed part one. I am currently in the process of fixing errors in each chapter so please bear with me. Thanks for reading

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