Kumo's white kitsune.

Prologue

*Disclaimer* I do not own Naruto, or any of its affiliates. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Naruto's heart beat throughout his broken and scarred body, thumping against his small chest. The villagers were after him again, wanting his blood for the night when the Kyuubi ripped through the leaf village and killed the 4th hokage and many others. Tonight was October tenth, the day when the attack took place. The villagers were especially voracious about torturing and taunting him on this 'special' date. Naruto leaned against a concrete wall near the edge of the village, hoping that nobody would see him and alert the others. The rippled concrete jabbed into his ripped and bloodied skin as he panted and looked around wildly for any lanterns. He finally relaxed and leaned back when he heard a loud noise behind the wall, Naruto held his breath and willed his heart to slow down as the sound, whatever it was got closer, and closer.

Naruto finally let out his breath when a woman poked her head into his face and sneered at him

"Disgusting monster, i will make you pay for what you did for my family!". The woman slapped him across the face and spat at him. She backed off with a arrogant face that clearly said "I hate you." Another woman stepped forward and stabbed his lip with a kunai, snickering at him begging for her to stop

"I-i'm s-sorry!!" He screamed at her as she ripped his lip open.

"No apology can account for the damage you've done. My husband is dead because of you!"

She yelled as she dug the kunai deeper. Naruto's tears blinded him as he wailed in pain, the village square he usually loved felt like a torture chamber. He didn't know why these people blamed him for this, he never did anything wrong except spray paint some buildings. As the woman finished, a man knelt down slowly and simply stared.

"

My turn."

The man said with a ominous voice as he eyed the boys thin form. The man suddenly opened the pack he was wearing and took out a long thin object. Naruto quickly shut his eyes as he felt the first lash against his skin, the pain spreading throughout numbed every sense he had. All he could hear was the villagers taunts and threats that ringed throughout his ears and he could only feel the pain that filled him. He didn't notice when a strange odor filled the air and the voices seemed to slip away.