Disclaimer: I don't own any much of anything let a lone one of the world's largest branches of manga. All credit to shonen jump and Kishimoto san.

This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction I apologise for any ones feelings I hurt while writing. That's what the review button is there for. Furthermore whilst the beginning of my story will be incredibly dark I promise there will be a happy "ending" and possibly setup for a sequel.

This will only ever be a naruhina fiction and at will no point change into anything else.

So without further a due may I present a DivDackz64 original fan fiction

Reaping what we sew

Chapter one: Life thus far

Pain was not by any cruel stretch of the imagination a foreign or new concept for Naruto. In actual fact at the age of six he was most likely better acquainted with it than most would become in their entire lives. But never in his short existence had Naruto ever known pain quite like this.

Lying bloodied, broken and in excruciating pain Naruto began to wonder what he did in a past life to deserve the kind of treatment he received. His clothes were torn ragged and soaking wet, the only pair of shorts he had left now sported a gash running from the base of one leg to the waist where he had been slashed at with a kunai. His shirt bore three perfectly symmetrical holes above his left pectoral and from these wholes seeped crimson blood that refused to clot. This bewildered Naruto, as he usually possessed incredible healing and regenerative qualities, which unbeknownst to him stemmed from his resident fox demon the kyubi no kitsune. Apparently on this night even his own prisoner would spurn him.

Still seemingly oblivious to his pitiful cries of lonesome pain and anger the heavens continued to open their mouths in an endless downpour upon the young jinchuriki. Sadness, another concept that Naruto was all too familiar with. Sadness for the loss of the parents that he never knew, sadness for the treatment he suffered at the hands of the unrelenting villagers but most of all sadness for the fact that he had never known what it truly was to be loved.

It was born of this sadness that Naruto began to hate the village that shunned him. The civilians who never knew the word pain, would never need to face starvation or thirst, the villagers that he was sworn to protect. Damn them, damn them all. The sheer force of the anger he felt was unhealthy for a child of his age.

Finally, loosing interest in watching his jailor suffer, Kyubi let some of his healing chakra flood Naruto's system. Almost at once easing his pain and restoring his strength. Naruto picked himself up from the floor, and dragged himself from the puddle of blood and muddy water that he had been occupying for the last hour, feeling his bones protest his every movement as he did so. Standing on his feet now Naruto clenched a hand to his side and grimaced in pain as he popped a rib back into place. It was then that he realised that although he had succeeded in moving he had nowhere to move to. He stumbled his way into a nearby ally where he promptly slumped against a wall and slept the fitful sleep of a broken little boy.

He awoke the next morning to the sound of shouting; apparently his trials would start again early today. In a feeble attempt to escape his furious attacker Naruto took to the rooves of Konoha a place where the woman and her rolling pin could not reach him. He dashed across the rooftops with no particular path and did not stop until he reached the forest. Although he admittedly had very few of them the forests of Konoha were one of his favourite places and he would spend the majority of his time nursing his wounds among the branches and training with the sole kunai he had found one morning still lodged firmly in his ankle. As such he had set up a camp of sorts with a makeshift shelter and training dummies made from logs he had found lying around. Naruto was fully intent on spending the rest of the day here but as the day grew darker and his stomach emptier he decided that venturing back into the city would be unavoidable. So pocketing the kunai he made his way back through the forest and into the commercial sector of Konoha.

Finding a butchery a long one of the streets Naruto circled around the back of the building and snuck his way into the dumpster in search of some offcuts to make a meagre meal. Upon re emerging from the old Iron box he cursed every god he had ever known for his stroke of bad luck. Standing in front of him was the fat pig like butcher, Meat cleaver in hand, Panic quickly turned to fear and then anger as the man raised the knife above his head intent on ending the young boys life once and for all. Faced with the concept of death Naruto was surprised to discover that he had mixed feelings about whether or no it would be a bad thing to just stand still and let himself be killed. In the end though his anger toward the pig faced man won out and he dashed away before drawing his kunai.

"Poor little demon, you all alone now, no father, no mother not even that bastard hokage to keep you safe" even the mans voice reminded Naruto of the squealing of a pig. As the mans hand came down again Naruto found that he did not jump away again but instead acting on instinct alone and mustering all the strength, anger and hatred he could, he drove the kunai through the mans neck severing the jugular and spraying his face with blood.

Naruto did not linger knowing that the villagers would not be merciful if they discovered that he, the demon fox of Konoha had just murdered a civilian. He drew the kunai from the mans filthy neck and wiped it on his apron before pocketing it once more and dashing from the darkened corner of Konoha's streets, he ran with the conviction never to return. Surprisingly his luck turned and he met no resistance until the main gate.

The sight before him sickened Naruto to his very core. Standing in front of him was a crowed situated of every harm bringing rotten villager he had ever had the misfortune of encountering.

"There he is" one shouted

"Kill the brat" another joined inEarly the next day he picked up his pace and ran non stop for hours before his instinctual needs for water and a bathroom forced him to stop at a watering hole just large enough to comfortably swim in. he did not dwell though and soon returned to his journey albeit at a slightly slower pace.

"That demon doesn't deserve to live"

Not sticking around to say his goodbyes Naruto took to the rooftops and then the trees desperately trying to distance himself from the fowl village that had caused him so much grief and pain. He ran and he continued to run until he felt his leg give way and he fell in a crumpled heap upon the floor of the forest. He did not sleep that night, every time he would come close to falling into the nights sweet embrace an image of the pig faced butcher would creep into his brain and he would wake up with a start. The next morning exhausted and feeling more alone than ever he continued to run.

Whilst running a relatively fresh gash in his shoulder reopened and stained his shirt with even more fresh blood. He ran long into the night again and only stopped when he came across an old town. This town was situated upon a hill overlooking the vast rolling plains that made up the land of fire deciding to spend the nightEarly the next day he picked up his pace and ran non stop for hours before his instinctual needs for water and a bathroom forced him to stop at a watering hole just large enough to comfortably swim in. he did not dwell though and soon returned to his journey albeit at a slightly slower pace.

One week later exhausted dehydrated and starving he came across another town this one slightly larger than the last. From the sign outside the main gate he had reached the land of rice patties. Finally giving up his mad flight from Konoha Naruto walked to the nearby inn and asked for a room. Luckily he was not asked to pay in advance, as he had no possible way of paying the innkeeper. It was from this inn that Naruto began to plan his new life. Feeling well rested from actually sleeping in a bed for the first time in his life Naruto woke up with a stretch a yawn and the greatest fright of his short life.

Sitting languorously across from him was an old man with long, spikey white hair and most importantly a Konoha headband. "Jiraiya legendary toad sage of the sannin at your service".

Naruto's jaw nearly hit the floor at the old mans introduction. That is of course until he remembered the severity of his situation; this old man was here to take him back to the village where he would be put on trial for murder.

"Relax kid I'm not here to bring you back, I can fully understand why you left, all I wanted to do was talk" Jiraiya simply stated calmly

"O-ok" Naruto's six years old voice nearly failed him as relief flooded his system.

"Good then, down to business, and I guess there's no use beating around the bush on this one" Jiraiya sighed and patted the back of his head " Naruto I'm your godfather, your parents entrusted me with your safety if ever they were unable to take care of you …. and before you go shouting at me for not being there for you, just know this, I tried, I really did but I had a duty foremost to my village and secondly to you, that being said not a day goes by where I don't wish I could have been there for you growing up."

They sat there in awkward silence as Naruto processed the information he had just been given. Not trusting his voice to reply he merely stood up from his chair walked over to Jiraiya and hugged him around the neck "you're here now"