First Chapter. Forgot, I should probably include some warnings...they are as such- swearing, gore(maybe), blood(definitely), slightly darker outlook..

The day was quiet as clouds slowly set in over Konoha, sun rising gently over the seemingly peaceful village. The air was thick, and the fog that was settling in comfortably was seemingly dense enough to cut with a knife.

A boy of 5 was wandering the outskirt of the village, lingering on the forest wall, walking a few feet before coming to a sudden stop and whirling around wildly, his eyes accusing, just daring someone to be there. The pattern repeated until he sighed with heavy frustration. He knew that he was being followed, and by someone who could mask their chakra incredibly well to the point almost he couldn't detect it. He knew the person had been watching him, and he still couldn't actually see them every time he felt them come out of hiding. They were fast. Very fast and tricky. Dangerous.

He quickly felt the growing apprehension, well aware of the various attempts on his life. The sudden need to get home hit him full force, and he nonchalantly made his way to back into the city. When the stranger didn't attack he felt confused. Why wait? It would be much easier to kill him unknowingly to the rest of the village while outside of it. He shrugged it off and still continued to his apartment, which he had quickly rented after being thrown (literally) from the orphanage. The money was most certainly not easy to obtain...

He still felt the presence, and was so focused on it he had accidentally walked straight into the leg of one villager. He froze, and looked up to the man he had walked into; he straightened and placed his hands at his side, bowing slightly. "Gomennasai..." He spoke quietly, and uncertain, hoping the fog would hide his face to the point that he would not be recog-

"It's the Demon Child!" A sigh slipped his mouth as he slipped back into his lazy, usual walking style, hands stuffed into his Fu-...great... He stopped his mind-swearing, as he had come to dub it. The words he had picked up from some of the other kids in the orphanage earned him no light in the eyes of the owners, and he had it beaten out of him. It had come as a realization to him that it was probably not a good thing, and he couldn't seem to stop until he did so in his mind as well.

Thus began his daily exercise, running from the villagers of Konoha. God, he hated them. Even with the very meager self taught skills, he knew full well he could slaughter quite a few in the group of people who chased him every day, before a shinobi showed up, at least.

So he began a run at an easy jogging pace. For him at least. Being kicked out of the orphanage two years ago left him vulnerable to the villagers who still had...resentment towards the Kyuubi, and had absolutely no understanding of seals, seeing him as the demon itself. He had been running multiple times, every day, across the entire town. He had the heart of an olympic runner, the legs of a horse, and knew multiple conditioning techniques if he ever got tired.

Then the Kyuubi, whom he had met just a year ago. Needless to say they had not given each other a good impression. The Kyuubi had basically tried to manipulate him into releasing him, and he played the stupid act, much to the (hidden) agitation of the Kyuubi. They had not talked much after that.

After 5 minutes of out running the mob by 5 feet exactly, dodging things thrown in attempt to catch him, he was cornered in an alley. he was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed them corner him, and he sighed. Showing skills other than running would be a problem... The villagers took a step He towards him. ...So would being beaten... He looked at the villagers and his eyes widened slightly with disgust, as they cheered as they approached him.

"We got it!"

"Finally we can give this demon what it deserves."

"Skin it and hang it's corpse above the village gate as a warning to any other demons to confront us!"

He felt the bubbling, burning, murderous feeling of hatred build up within him. Then it disappeared into sorrow as he listened to them some more. "You could at least refer to my gender. I'm just an 'it', huh?" He whispered, half to himself. The feeling of hatred returned. "I'm just a demon, huh?" His voice rose, as he addressed the crowd, keeping the tone of anger out of his voice. "I'll show you what this demon can do." His voice became ice, and he let the full bearing of hatred, anger, and sorrow crash upon the mob. A wave of killing intent paled most of the mob, and froze their bones, lesser of the mob collapsed to their knees, held their head, and cried out in pain, their companions trying to help them with fail.

He had to suppress a grin, a solemn smile breaking its way onto his face. He had to admit that he felt bad seeing some of the elder men, and women, in pain. He had to lower his gaze onto the ground and closed his eyes, blocking his view of the villagers.

His eyes snapped open as he felt the presence that had been following him begin to move onto his position, fast. A gasp escaped his throat, as a man appeared in front of him, and began to reach for him, most likely to restrain him. His legs moved out of instinct and he jumped up to the wall, kicking off with enough force to propel him across to the other wall quickly, and repeated until he was on the roof, fleeing to his apartment. He could only hope that his sudden use of the skill had stunned the man, and left him to shocked too follow immediately, it was his only chance.

The yank of the back of his worn shirt nearly strangled him, and his face meeting the ceramic tile of an only fairly slanted roof made his eyes roll into the back of his head as darkness took him.

Damn it, little boy. If it wasn't for the interference of that damn shinobi that had been tracking you, you would have been going through the transformations at this point. I could have been released! You would have slain those villagers who pester you every day, and gotten your first taste of blood...

The Kyuubi was, to say the least, pissed. Possibly his one and only chance to escape! No, no, there would be more, he was sure of it, and calmed. Then his mind drifted to his previous thoughts, why had he cared about this boy. Sure he had wanted to escape, and he would have utilized the chance to take over amidst the boy's unconsiousness, if not for the shock of it all. He knew how the boy played stupid. He knew how the boy had let them push him around. He had definitely not expected the boy to snap like he did. His thoughts... were not calm and collected, they were all screaming to kill. A knowing smile flashed his face, as he knew he would be released soon, but deep down he knew he was worried for the boy. He was stable mental wise, but had nightmares every time he closed his eyes to rest.

Maybe I should make those damn shinobi more aware of this fact? It would certainly be fun to watch...

And so he did. Sending nightmares to the boys mind, which were as much as the seal allowed him to do. With remorse he watched the event play out quietly, at the back of his mind hoping that they would do something...he didn't exactly know what, he just wanted them to do something.

The pain, coursing through his the quite vivid memories, which were in the forms of dreams, entered his mind.

His skin burned as the cold metal slid across his skin slowly, leaving an open, bleeding wound in its wake. It was shallow, but god it hurt! He bit down hard on the rag in his mouth, any attempts scream he knew would be a waste of much needed energy, as they were currently out of the village, a fair amount into the forest which surrounded. He glanced down at the fresh blood oozing out of the second wound on his body, disregarding the numerous bruises. His head jerked to the side, and his neck screamed in response, threatening to break under the force of the hit. Darkness began to encroach the edge of his vision, and his eyes were starting to roll. No! NO! He wouldn't die like this. he straightened his vision at his attackers, three grown men with a fair amount of training as Shinobi.

His face hurt, and blood trickled from his mouth as his breath came in short, shallow gasps. He mentally laughed, he was like a fish gasping for air after being ripped from its natural habitat. He was dizzy and slowly began to fade as the men suddenly moved away, laughing with merriment after looking over their victim. Kill me, he wanted to groan out, but his head lolled as he slipped unconscious, the Kyuubi's chakra already starting to heal his wounds at a rapid pace, as any slower and the boy would die.

He awoke, but kept his eyes closed, the feeling of strong arms on his shoulders, and the familiar feeling of sweat quickly came to him, along with the Hokage's voice. "Hold him down, I SAID HOLD HIM DOWN!" He was slightly taken aback. He hadn't known Jiji could yell like that, and it scared him. Could he be like the rest? No! He banished the thought, finally realizing he had been thrashing around from the nightmare. He settled himself, and curiously opened, his eyes, wincing at the effect of the sun shining through the window and into his eyes. Damn sun was a marksman at millions of miles away.

He turned his head to the right, and was greeted with the sight of a man wearing a Dog mask. He blinked in recognition. ANBU. Jiji's office... He turned his head to the left and was greeted with the worried face of Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Sandaime Hokage. Most would consider it an honor to have the worried face of the Hokage hovering over them when they awoke, but he found it down right creepy.

"Jiji! What are you doing?" He said cheerfully, and confusedly, glancing to the ANBU with a calculating gaze before he smiled with closed eyes. "Dog-san! What are you doing?" He repeated in the exact same tone, raising his arm as if going to pet a dog on the head, his own mask, his first line of defense, the fool, just finishing being cemented in place. "Cut the bullshit." Was the reply, neither were amused it seemed, but the pure bluntness of it just surprised him outright. "W-what? He asked somewhat dumbly, his brow raised in surprise, as his hand was now in a rather tight grip. Both men's dark gaze loomed over him.

"Cut the bullshit." Again, he was flabbergasted. This time not from the bluntness of the words, but rather the speaker. "Jiji!?" He wanted to shout the words, but all that came out was a soft breath, as his eyes squeezed shut. No...he wouldn't let his mask fall here. He blinked the burning in his eyes away and swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat down. "You-" The lump in his throat shot back up and he swallowed again. Sarutobi rose a brow in questioning. He steeled himself and laced his voice with as much innocence as he could as he forced the words out of his mouth. "You have to put a coin in the swear jar." He looked at the man, and just nearly flinched. The man was enraged with his reply. This is the end, eh? Go down fighting then.. "No...NO.. NO!" He rose his voice with each word, the first mask crumbled, the first of two. This was his second. His last chance.

"It won't fucking be this way! If I'm not allowed to wear a mask here than neither is this son of a bitch!" He screeched while he whipped his hand up to the ANBU's mask. Needless to say he was easily stopped. The soft voice of Sarutobi filled the room. "He'll take off his mask, once you REALLY take off yours." The words hit him like a freight truck. His masks crumbled so easily? Why were his cheeks warm? He reached up and wiped with the back of his hand. Tears. When had he started crying? His hands were instantly freed and he found them around Sarutobi. His face was in the man's chest and he sobbed, the 3 years of understanding the hate, from 2 years old, and the 1 of understanding why. 3 years of pent up tears sprung from his eyes into the man's robe.

He stayed like that for an hour. Neither of the other men in the room made a move, or a sound. Suddenly he felt the room thick with heavy guilt, which he would question later. His thoughts were finally reigned in as his emotions had taken control of his actions before. Finally. Someone, I can trust...Wait...the ANBU. He turned his head to glance at the man he thought of, who was currently gripping the table where he had lay a moment before, his head down in near shame. He couldn't stop himself as he spoke, the childlike attitude that had melded with his intelligence, maturity, and hatred finally revealing itself again. "It's okay Dog-san...It's not your fault..." He spoke softly, and slowly and unsurely released his tight grip on the Hokage, which he was sure the man was thankful for, and scooted across the short table to the ANBU. "You're the one was following me, right?" He reached slowly, wrapping his arms around the man's stomach, and pulling him in to a tight hug as well. "Wouldn't have guessed they would send an ANBU after me though." He added quietly, just so he could hear, which seemed to make the man stiffen (if possible) even more than from the hug. After a few moments he gave a tight, reassuring squeeze and let go.

He looked at the man, behind the mask and gave a huge smile, looking at him mischeviously before whispering an almost eerie sounding "Your turn." To him. The man looked at him before he shook his head. "Hmph, god damn liar Jiji." He shot in Sarutobi's direction before scoot to the edge of the table and hanging his legs over the edge, swinging them slightly back and forth. He thought he had heard him laugh for a second, but quickly dismissed the sound. Jiji never laughed. He could however hear the unusual amount of breath the masked man let out at once. A surpressed laugh? I may never know. He thought in realization.

And that's it! Sorry for the early release and very short chapter. I just had to get it out. I have to wonder whether or not I should move the rating to M for language, opinions? As said, reviews welcome, and appreciated.