The Demon Child

The Invitation

The Demon Child.

By: SpaceOrbisStories.

Chapter 1: The Invitation.

 AN: I have taken a fair bit of time away from any of my stories and so have more than enough time to think of how to make it better. As such I have started to update older chapters. This will of course likely mean a drop in total chapters as I'll likely join one or more to the chapters as well as editing what already exists. So each chapter should be longer and I hope is an overall better chapter than what existed before.

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Naruto awoke with a start in a cold sweat after yet another one of his many nightmares caused by the villagers of the village he called home. This time it was a group of angry villagers all armed with pitchforks and other such improvised killing implements ready to in their own words kill the demon child and save their village from his very existence. Looking to his left he could see it was now nearing six in the morning and seeing no real need to remain in his secondhand bed that he had spent an ungodly amount of time dragging up the ancient steps of his apartment complex and into his one-room apartment just last year he quickly jumped off and rushed into the shower. Unsurprisingly the water that flowed out of the shower-head was freezing cold but he knew better than to complain to his landlord, Mrs. Misaki Keto. The last time he did so she beat him so bad he had to be sent to the hospital. But even then he was treated like he was contagious. Like being near him would make you sick or something and so they would always do the absolute bare minimum for his care. They would do enough to keep him alive but never enough to keep him comfortable and unlike everybody else, he was only allowed one meal a day and that was whatever was left in the cafeteria the day before and whenever he wasn't being attacked he was constantly being picked on by the older kids or in the case of the adults being run off by the shop owners and streetside vendors. It was due to this that he had mastered the art of the ninja. He knew every street corner or shortcut the village had to offer a twelve-year-old with no real family to speak of. He was almost always alone. The only person who cared for him at all was grandpa Hokage who would come to visit him every now and again. It was in those rare visits of his that he knew love and kindness. Otherwise, it was near-constant bullying or worse being beaten into unconsciousness. But that was his life each and every day. He was Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze. He was the demon child. The social pariah. The butt of everybody's jokes. That fact didn't look to be changing anytime soon no matter how much he wished it to. By the time he was done with his ice-cold shower, it was around 6:10. So with the speed befitting a ninja twice his age he was out the door and jumping from one rooftop to the next with great speed. No sooner had he dropped down onto the school ground's did the bell sound. He had just made it. Unbeknownst to him, however, he wasn't the only person still outside the school. Ino Yamanaka eyed her fellow blond with great intensity. She was his polar opposite in all matters great or small. She was beloved by all who knew her while he, on the other hand, was utterly despised by the same. However, unlike the others in her class she never once mocked him. For she knew how sad his life was. How he was being beaten by both her fellow classmates and the adults. Yet time after time he would slowly get back up and go about his day as if that horrendous act didn't just happen. Today she was going to do something about that. She was going to make his life a little better no matter what. He deserved happiness and she was by sage going to give the boy a day of happiness. He deserved that much at least.

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Naruto entered the classroom and like clockwork, the jokes began to be sent his way. He did his best to ignore them but even so, it still hurt all the same. Sure he wasn't as book-smart as Sakura Haruno or as skillful as Sasuke Uchiha or even as graceful as Hinata Hyuga but he did his best each and every day. Taking his seat near the back of the classroom he hoped the Chunin instructor wouldn't call on him today. That hope however like everything else in his life wasn't meant to be.