Demon fox

the fallen Sannin.

"Did you get a tattoo?" Asked a boy as Naruto walked towards the swing.  "Freak."

Naruto kept his head down and he walked quietly. Don't cry, don't cry..
It was another ten steps, and he would be away from them, they would go to the canteen and buy themselves lunch or play with their friend and he would be allowed to sit at his swing and wait till the recess was over.

"I swear those marks on his face were creepy enough, like a fox, or a rabid dog. Now he got another on his head." Another boy laughed, his fingers poking at Naruto's cheek. "What, cat got your tongue?" Mocked he.

Naruto shook his head to get the finger off him. He clenched his hand. You are better than them. You will be the hokage one day. They will all look up at you, they will want to be like you one day.

Naruto shivered as he sat down at the swing, the shade of the tree was like a blanket that hid him. He looked up, his eyes narrowing. He could feel them, hiding behind the little mound of the dirt, in the shadow at the corner of the red wall, on the branch if the tree, the Anbu were watching him.

He leaned his forehead on the rope and closed his eyes and tears poured down his cheeks.

He opened his eyes a he felt the presence before him. His mind spinning in a whirlpool of confusion.

"Hey man." A hand rested on his shoulder and Naruto looked up at a smiling face of Choji Akimichi. "You don't have to cry just because you forgot your snacks." A plastic packed was pushed into his lap as the chubby Akimichi slumped down in the green roots of the tree besides the swing. Beside him sat down Shikamaru  Nara, his hand reaching behind his head as he leaned back onto the tree.

"Eat up, Naruto. You've been avoiding lunch ever since you came back from that absence three weeks ago." Shikamaru smiled. "And wipe that snot off your face, you look disgusting. Sorting here alone like a loner."

Naruto blinked once, twice and thrice..
What the fuck.....

The plastic wrapper gave into his fingers as he looked at the chips within. He was in shock, he understood, too confused to make any sence of what had just happened. He was finally going crazy.

"Thanks." He smiled as he looked at the chubby boy. "You are a life saver Choji! Believe it." He grinned.

"Glad you know it, Naruto." The chubby Akimichi chuckled. "Why don't you come with us to the playground after the academy today, Naruto? It's fun."

"Really?" Naruti almost fall off the swing. "I can come?"

"Why not?" Shikamaru said with a bored groan.

"But they don't let me in." He looked down.

"It's public property." Shikamaru shrugged. "You just have to come with us, it's just as much yours as anyone else's."

Naruto frowned. It's mine too?

He looked at his hand.
No, that's not possible! It was impossible.
.........................

Naruto woke up one day with cold sweat pouring down his face, he could feel the wet bedsheet where he had sweat like bucket. His back sticky and cold.

That dream, that man, he was dying. His pale byakugan losing it's life, a wooden stake pierced him and the mark on his forehead faded away. He was finally free, his destiny...

Naruto stood up, rushing towards his bathroom where he emptied whatever he had eaten the night before. His stomach squeezed like a lime between a chef's fingers, spewing everything it held. He whimpered.
Yet another nightmare. He slumped down as he leaned on the wall, his throat sour with the bile, his hands shivering, lips quivering, teeth tittering.