"Demon!"
"Monster!"
"Devil!"
A 6 year old blonde boy ran for his life as the villagers yelled countless insults at him.
'What did I do them?!'
'I don't deserve this!!'
'Do I?'
Tears streamed down the blondes whisker marked cheeks as he ran for his life. Trying desperately to get away.
But as fate would have it, his bare foot hit a loose rock and he tripped forward. He tried to get up, to run from the hell he called home. But his thin malnourished body refused to move. It had finally reached it's limit.
"Found you, demon"
Pain blossomed in the boys already weak body as a foot connected with his side, undoubtedly breaking one or two ribs.
"Lets finish what the fourth started."
More villagers started to arrive soon after that. A few shinobi even joined in on the 'fun'. They beat and cut him without the slightest hint of mercy, carving words like 'demon', 'monster' and 'fox' into his skin.
The poor boy didn't have the strength to fight back, not that he would anyway. He didn't even whimper. The blonde had lost his will to live.
After a few long hours they started to back off, leaving the boy where he was. They snickered and laughed at the thought of the 'monster' finally dying. They had finally "finished what the fourth had started".
The alleyway was empty, except for the blonde, and the pool of blood around him.
Thump thump thump.
Footsteps echoed through the night as a white haired figure walked into the alleyway. The figure in question stopped when they where next to the blonde, then crouched beside him.
"Still alive huh?"
The figures hand clenched, before reaching towards the blonde.
"I'll make the pain stop."
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