The Tale of the Cursed Namikaze

Chapter 1 : First Friend

Uzumaki Naruto, a cheerful blond boy with cerulean eyes and, interestingly with 3 whiskers on each cheek. He was short for his age. He wore a black shirt with a red spiral design on the back of it. He also had a unique pair of goggles, which could be said to be a mixture of a goggle and a green headband. It was placed on his forehead instead of his eyes. He also had all of the world against him. The five-year-old was not oblivious to this fact but had no idea of the reason.

He always wondered why people glared at him for no reason and also sometimes gave him cruel beatings for no reason. This perturbed him a lot. They were never nice to him. Even the caretakers in the orphanage he used to be were always rude and cruel to him. Many incidents would not want to leave his mind. He would sometimes wish he had a terrible memory and could forget everything, as the cruel nature didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. But it didn't seem his neurons would work the way he would have liked. He just came to the conclusion the world didn't understand him, and he didn't understand the world.

A year ago, during his birthday he remembered when he was kicked out of the orphanage. That day still sent shivers down his spine. But a few good things had also happened that day when he wondered about it.

Flashback

'...I have nowhere to go...What did I ever do?! Why do they hate me so much?...Why me? Ahhhh drop it...let's go to the festival site, I need to take my mind off a bit.' thought the boy, who had just been shooed away and was told never got come back by the matron of the orphanage.

He headed toward the festival area he was enjoying by himself there without bothering anyone, though his enjoyment was limited to just looking around as no one would let him near the shops. After a while, he was pulled by his collar into a back alley where 5 men surrounded him. In a quivering voice, he asked, "Can I do something for you all?"

One of them said, "You see we kind of have a thing against you. So, we have got to kill you!"

Another one spoke, "And also scream as much you can we want to see your agony. The way you put us all in agony that day."

By now Naruto was trembling. 'What.... why? And what day?' The only thing he could do was start running away. The men chased him, but lucky for Naruto he was quite fast and innately athletic. Through the alleys and silent streets, he was able to gain some distance, but they were still not that behind. He knew to avoid crowded places in such moments as it often led to another problem. His eyes started to well up as the instances of mistreatment ran in his mind.

Which was why he wasn't able to sense or dodge the glass bottle thrown at his head. It impacted the hind side of his head and broke. Naruto gave out a yell of hurt and fell down. Naruto brought his hand where the bottle had impacted and, the next second saw his hand was full of blood. Oddly enough he didn't scream, just tried to get up and walked a few steps ahead, but he wasn't able to properly coordinate and tumbled back down. He turned and saw one of the men who was at the head pick up a long-shattered glass.

The man raised his hand and yelled, "Now you die, demon." Before he could be stabbed Naruto heard a faint sound. It sounded like many birds were chirping. An electric blue line crossed the lane and impaled the man in front of him. The other four paled and ran away, but the man in a mask and silver hair had already seen them, it was done for them. The boy just looked at the dead impassively. He had no emotion he could describe. He was still a kid and didn't have much of negative emotions in him, and neither did he understand everything properly nor he would be able to at that age.

Naruto then looked at his usual saviour but this time he had enough. He in a low tone said, "Inu, thank you." He said with devoid eyes and then he slipped into unconsciousness due to loss of blood and the area where he was hit.