What's Been Broken can be Fixed, if Given the Chance

(Chapter 2) ...Now Destroyed

(Short chapters in the beginning. Might get longer as the story progresses.)

Third Person P.O.V
Time passed and she grew bigger. She was hormonal and very moody, but he dealt with her like a champ. Soon it was time for her to give birth to their first child.

In the hospital, she was put on a gurney and brought to the delivery room, and transfered to a delivery bed from the gurney she was brought in. The doctor and midwife monitored her. Every 6-7 minutes they would come in and check how far along she was dialated.

Contractions hit her and pain was all she felt, but for Minato, she would give her best. To her the pain was nothing compared to the happiness they would feel once their child was in the world. Though pushing out their child was painful, the joy and happiness she felt at giving him children with their blood combined eclipsed all that pain. To her, the pain was well worth it in the end.

While Kushina was in the delivery room, giving birth, Minato was outside pacing the hallway while having a mental breakdown. He would have a smile one minute and the next he would feel worried with a frown on his lips. He would pull his hair every which way and would murmur incoherently. The doctors who didn't know thought that he was a lunatic. The doctors that did know however, only felt pity and sympathy. Some would clap his shoulders and whisper encouraging words. Those words eased his worried heart a bit.

Five hours later, the child was born. Minato and Kushina heard the cry of their first born baby and they too, were crying tears of happiness and joy. A baby boy with a tuft of red hair, pale skin, and blue-violet eyes. Their world had been born on this day and they named him, Kurama Uzumaki Namikaze.

Three years later, another child was born to them. A baby girl. She had a combination of blond, red, and black hair. She had lightly tanned skin, that was the color of melted caramel. Her eyes were unique. Instead of one color for both eyes, her eyes were heterochromatic. She had a blue with specks of violet in her right eye and in her left eye, she had violet with specks of blue. All in all, she was a very beautiful baby and they named her Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.

Neither one of them knew, but years later they would treat Naruto like a disease. Something completely un-needed and unwanted.
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Five years later and Kurama was now a cute 5 year old. His hair was still red, but the tips of his hair became blond. His eyes were still a pretty blue-violet. His little sister Naruto, was 3 years old. She was 2 years younger than him. Their parents loved them very much. They would coddle them and treat them like the little prince and princess that they were. Everything was great, until the day Naruto turned 5 and Kurama turned 7.
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Teen Naruto P.O.V
When I turned 5, my family started to ignore me. My mother for some reason started to detest me. My father would ignore me whenever I greeted him, or asked him a question. My older brother who I looked up to, started to be verbally abusive, along with my mother. Their actions hurt and when I wanted to know what I had done wrong to deserve such treatment, the only thing thing I got as an answer was a slap to the face from my mother. Verbal abuse from my brother and my father would never show up when I was around, but as soon as I was gone he would appear. To him I was an incurable disease. Something he wanted to get rid off, but would stick with him until he was at the end of his road to life.

His actions hurt me the most. Yes, it hurt to be hit by my mother and verbally trashed by my brother, but that was physical. Physical pain I could deal with, but the emotional pain my father would put me through by ignoring me, now that pain was one that no matter how much I tried I couldn't bear with. It broke me down inside. Even more so, because as I grew older, I believed that it was my fault and that I deserved the pain I was being given. That was until my best friend and her family broke me out of that corrosive mentality.

By the time I had turned 13 years old, I was accustomed to the physical and emotional pain. My family's treatment of me had only gotten worse. My father still ignored me and he would deign to put his hands on me, because to him I was worse than bacteria and I didn't deserve his touch or his love. My mother went from slightly detesting me, to outright hating me. She would abuse me verbally, but would hardly touch me. My brother on the other hand though, went from verbally abusing me to physically abusing me. He would do it whenever and wherever, so long as it wasn't in a place that had a lot of people, so to him the alleyways worked best.

I had only one friend, a girl I considered a best friend and sister. Her name's Ino Yamanaka. I would tell her about myself and she would do the same. I hardly spent time at that house anymore. Most of the time you would find me with Ino at her place.

I gave them many different chances and opportunities throughout the years, but everytime I did, they would take advantage and it would blow up in my face. I no longer care for them. They were the ones who broke me. My once happy and loving family, no longer existed. Because it was now destroyed.

Word count, excluding the bolded words: 978. Enjoy and let me know in the comments what you think. Ja'ne.