Bonds

Hatred

Naruto slammed the door behind him as he entered his apartment. The run down, destroyed place that he called home. It was no place that a six-year-old should be staying in, but it got the job done. There was a microwave, a bathroom, and a bed. Sometimes there weren't any sheets, or pillows. The mirror in the bathroom was cracked. The reasoning for all of that would be the villagers. They just wouldn't leave him alone, even after the Kakashi incident.

Naruto locked his door and allowed his back to lean against it. He slowly slid down and brought his knees up to his chin. He felt lightheaded. They had thrown things at him. They wouldn't dare get as physical as that one group did, but that didn't mean they wouldn't throw things. Someone had thrown a bottle at his head. It caught the top. Naruto ran a small hand up his face. As he got close to his face, he felt the liquid transfer itself to his fingers.

Naruto felt his face turn into a scowl, his teeth gritting together as his hand balled into a fist. He slammed it into the door that he leaned on. He repeatedly hit it as hard as he could. Tears slowly intruded in his vision as his attacks got slower. Eventually, the blonde stopped hitting the door, and began to sob. The anger was still there, but the sadness had overtaken it. He put his arm on his knees and buried his head in them.

Those damn bastards...

He had nothing, no one. Everyone was against him. He knew that people like the Third and Sayu were on his side, but they were the farthest from his current thoughts. I hate them...I hate them so much...

Naruto continued to sob as he sat alone, tears and blood alike falling to the wooden floor.

*Current time*

Kakashi slid the door closed behind him. He let a small sigh escape him as he approached the middle of the room. Looking down, he noticed the sealing circle. Naruto stood in the middle of the dark room, inside of the circle. His blue orbs held barely any life in them. His long-sleeved shirt was no longer clothing him. Kakashi frowned as he looked at his student.

"Is it active?" Kakashi asked calmly. He knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure if Naruto was still with him. Naruto slowly turned, his dull eyes reaching the Jonin.

"What do you think?" he asked in a dry tone. Kakashi frowned as he eyed the curse seal on his left shoulder. His eyes slowly went down to his left arm. The wrapping on his left hand was no longer there. His eyes traveled to the blondes right hand. The wrapping was still there. The only difference was that his right hand was covered in blood. He gazed at the ground where a puddle had formed. He cleared his throat.

"Turn around Naruto, let's get this over with, quickly." Kakashi said in the same bored tone. Naruto complied. Kakashi reached out to the boy and put his right hand on his shoulder. He put pressure on it. Naruto got the signal, and slowly knelt. After he was on both knees, Kakashi began to run through hand seals.

"This is going to hurt quite a bit, but on the bright side, you can scream, this room is soundproof." Kakashi said before planted his right hand onto the blondes shoulder. Almost on instinct, the blonde let out a bone chilling scream. Kakashi closed his eyes to focus. Naruto squirmed as he felt the pain, but eventually stopped. His head fell. Kakashi removed his hand, and the blonde fell to his side. Kakashi picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

*5 minutes later*

Kakashi leaned against the wall as he stared at the blonde. He glanced around the apartment he had been given at the age of four. He walked around, his eyes scanning. He noticed the run-down kitchen, the microwave looking like it had been used for decades. He made it to the bathroom and noticed the cracked mirror. He turned away. As he was leaving, he glanced at the front door.