The Blind Prodigy - A Naruto Fan Fiction

Chapter 2: Flashbacks of the Past

"Naruto!"-speech

'Naruto!'-thought

'Naruto!'-bijuu talking

'Naruto!'-talking to bijuu

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{Previously}

"Don't make me laugh! Iruka has hated you since you killed his parents! He only wants to get the scroll back," Naruto turned away, plastering a look of betrayal on his face, he was about to run away when Mizuki called out to him,

"Look at that, the demon's afraid," Naruto was immediately pulled into a flashback.

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Chapter 2: Flashbacks of the Past

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Flashback *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 7 years ago *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A 4-year-old Naruto was sitting under a tree, the sun was slowly sinking further into the horizon, tomorrow was his 5th birthday and the 2 year anniversary since he began living on the streets. That morning he had asked Kaka-nii if he could stay overnight until the Kyuubi festival was over as Naruto is often targeted by shinobi and villagers alike.

Kakashi or Kaka-nii as Naruto called him had taught him how to use chakra for simple tasks like walking on surfaces as well as telling him stories of his parent's achievements and how much they loved him.

Naruto sighed, and slowly started walking to Kakashi's apartment. He arrived within minutes, he was sat outside knowing Kakashi would either be asleep, at the Hokage's office or reading his perverted novels somewhere in town, his thoughts were when a loud rumble was heard. He blushed, knowing that his stomach was the culprit, he hadn't eaten in days and with little to no money and no one willing to sell you food Naruto was heavily malnourished.

He decided to have a nap on a branch of a nearby tree, using the tree climbing technique Kakashi had shown him, from his perch he could see civilians hanging lanterns and decorations for the Kyuubi festival. It seemed to be all fun and games but Naruto knew that it was a day full of torment to come. The villagers saw today as a day to kick, stab and punch Naruto as well as the occasional jutsu if shinobi get involved.

Another grumble came from his stomach, deciding he had enough he pulled out the small amount of money he had and walked towards the main shopping street, in search for someone willing to feed him.

He approached a new looking stall, hoping that the owners didn't know what he contained, noticing the 5 seats in front of the counter he jumped up to the middle seat. The old man standing behind the counter noticed Naruto, his eyes widening slightly after he realised who he was, but instead of them changing to looks of hate and hostility, his gaze softened to one of sympathy and respect when he inspected the boy's lithe form.

"What can I get for you?" Teuchi, the man running the stall asked, Naruto's gaze shifted to the menu in front of him. He looked up to the man, lifting the menu and pointing at the kanji littering the page, 'Miso ramen' was what he had pointed at.

Within minutes a fresh, steamy bowl of ramen sat in front of Naruto, he stared for a few moments before slowly reaching towards the bowl, attempting to eat with his hands, the hunger controlling his actions. Just as he was about to grab a handful he stopped and remembered to use the chopsticks provided.

He picked them up and started eating, albeit slowly as he wasn't used to eating with chopsticks. When he finished he emptied out his ripped pockets and put down the money, tilting his head as he did so as if asking 'How much?' Naruto had 15 yen spread in front of him, the man grimaced, so little money and it has to last the week.