When it Rains (SasuNaru)

Prologue

This is a story about a very sad and lonely Naruto. His happy smile and determination are all an act. He is sad and broken on the inside. The abuse and neglect of the village has had a severe impact on his emotional stability. He is depressed and suicidal. He forces the negative memories at bay, but every time there is a rain storm it cracks him open. It brings back all the painful memories. He believes no one has noticed. He thinks no one cares. No one can help him. He is wrong. His savior is an unlikely source. What will happen when his savior figures out what is going on? Can he be saved? Will it be too late? This story has a SasuNaru in it. I do not own Naruto or any of it's story line. Just my own ideas of this story. The story may have triggers. Be warned. M for language.

I would like to point out that I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. No converting to another language thank you.

Prologue 

           Hi, my name is Naruto Uzumaki. Oh you have heard of me, have you? That is not surprising. I am the demon child after all. The whole village despises me for something that is out of my control. As a child, I thought that they were wrong. What could I possibly have done to them? A mere boy on the scale of things that matter. But that was before I found out that the Nine Tailed Fox spirit is sealed inside me. Then the beatings and the harsh insults of the villagers made sense. No matter how hard I believe that I am not the Fox demon, they disagree. Their fists, their words, their cries. All of it shows how much their opinion clashes with my own. I think the only thing that has kept me sane, is that I believe I am not the demon. Just it's container. I wasn't the one who attacked the village. I was a damn baby. How could they blame me? Personally I think it takes a new level of stupidity to blame an innocent child for the crimes of another.  

          It is not much to go on, but it is the only thing that keeps me from fighting back. It is the only thing that keeps me from harming them. I do not want to be the demon they think I am. I do not want to be the monster reflected in their eyes. I used to think that if I showed them that they couldn't hurt me behind smiles, that I would be okay. I was wrong. Sure, the smiles were fake but they didn't know that. They weren't privy to the pain that lies underneath the surface. Here was a happy-go-lucky child and yet they were still cruel. So even though the smiles didn't stop the torture they put me through, I still kept up the façade. Why? Because I thought that maybe, just maybe, my own smiles could affect me. That maybe I could actually be happy, even if it was just for show. I was wrong.

           The words and the beatings still get to me. How could they not? How can someone that goes through every single damn day being hated and despised be happy? It is not possible. So I pretend. I have been pretending for so long that it is second nature to me. I hate the village. I hate the villagers. I hate people in general. I hate my life. I hate the world. I hate violence. I hate weaknesses. I hate the circumstances that shape the horrible fate we are all doomed to. I hate everything. But what I hate most of all.. is myself.

           I hate being this weak pathetic creature that is hurt by mere words. Words can hurt worse than any flesh wound. I hate that. You would think that it would be the opposite. Not for me. I would rather take a beating than have them say the cruel things that they do. Why? My wounds will heal. Words will not. They scar me in ways that I cannot fix. Their words leave me broken, bruised and tainted. I hate being weak. I wish I could change that. I wish I could change my life. I used to think that if I trained harder and got stronger that it would show them that I was different than the Nine tails. I was wrong. That seems to happen a lot in my life. Being wrong that is. No matter how hard I tried, it was never good enough. I'm not good enough.

           Even after I brought Sasuke back from the valley of the end when we were 13, I thought maybe things would be different. I had been tasked to get him back along with Kiba, Shikamaru, Neji, Choji and Lee. The village had been upset that Sasuke had been hurt. Despite the fact that I had a gaping hole inches from my heart. Despite that I almost died. Despite the fact that he had been the one to leave the village. Despite the fact that he was the cause of the whole mess. I was treated worse than before. It has been three years since then and I have gotten a hell of a lot stronger. Do they see that? No. Do they even try? No.