A Black Fox is the Most Beautiful

Prologue

Fire. He could see it. The great fire that almost destroyed his city, Konoha, all those years ago. The one that killed his parents when he was a baby. It started in his home, leaving a scar on his stomach in the process.

Everyone blamed him for it. They couldn't accept that a measly storm killed their beloved mayor, so they blamed a small child for it. That child was lonely his whole life. When he started high school, it got even worse. He discovered a part of himself: homosexuality. Now, he may have more fan girls now because he is honest to God, really attractive, but now he has even more hate on his plate as well. There are a few select people who still talk to him though. His regular yaoi fan girls, Sakura Haruno, Ino Yamanaka, Tenten (I don't know her last name), and one of his teachers: Kurenai Sensai. There's also that girl, Hinata Hyuuga, and those guys that just don't care: Shino, Shikamaru, Sai, and Choji. Then his teacher Kakashi Hatake, his father figure Iruka Sensai, his godfather Jaraiya Sensai, and grandma Tsunade. But he does have his regular bullies too: Sasuke Uchiha, Kiba Inozuka, and Neji Hyuuga, Hinata's cousin. There are a few other guys he gets along with, but they live in another city. I guess with that giant list, you'd think he should be happy, content even. However, just because someone talks to you, or enjoys your company, doesn't mean he/she is your friend. Sakura is too infatuated with Sasuke to ever stand up for naruto, and Ino is too caught up in her job and Sai to spend any actual quality time with him. Hinata is too shy and gets too flustered to actually spend time with Naruto, and all the adults have business on a regular basis. In other words, no one cared enough about him to actually find time to spend with him, or become his friend. At least, that's how Naruto saw the world.

Naruto woke up in a cold sweat, and looked around his room. He remembered seeing his mother's face before it went up in flames and was replaced by the glares and mocking laughs of the village. Little did he know, he wasn't the only one that knew of these recurring dreams, and he wasn't the only one that wished they would just disappear.

A/N: I promise it will get less depressing, I don't know what came over me. Hope you liked it! All ideas are welcome.