The Deception of Dai-nana-han

Chapter 1

Notes:

Disclaimer: The Naruto franchise does not, will not, and will never belong to me. Unfortunately. It belongs to the great Kishimoto Masashi-sama. 

Warnings: There isn't really anything you guys need to worry about, but maybe mentions of violence?

Enjoy!

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Naruto doesn't like that people hate him. In fact, all he wants from life--from other people--is to at least be acknowledged as a person. As sad as that is. 

The only...being?...that ever pays him any attention is a certified demon. Kurama, he calls himself, a fox demon classified as a Kyuubi. Of course, Naruto realized, even as a five year old child, that talking to a demon that lives inside his stomach, (or at least, he thinks Kurama lives in his stomach) is not normal. And he figured that the grumpy fox was probably the reason why all of Konoha hates him. 

But he doesn't hold it against Kurama, because Kurama is always there. 

Always there, comforting Naruto in times of darkness. 

Always there, healing him from wounds inflicted by the villagers.

Always there, teaching Naruto how to be  a ninja. 

That said, the only times that Kurama can't be there for Naruto, are during a game that civilians and ninja alike call: Demon Blood.

Unfortunately, Naruto's first lesson into becoming the best ninja Konoha would have to offer, was learning how to hide his presence from blood-thirsty people--from his own village--that wanted to kill him.

Also unfortunately, it was Naruto's sixth birthday today, and multiple groups of villagers and ninja had begun a round of Demon Blood. And once again, Naruto was running for his life. 

[You have got to be kidding me! Every time, without fail, they manage to organize a few rounds of this stupid game! Don't they ever get tired of it?!] Naruto whined to Kurama, dodging a flying frying pan. 

[Sorry kit. Not gonna lie though, this probably won't be the last time that they do this. Fortunately, this gives you plenty of practice in hiding your immense chakra signature!] Kurama optimistically said back. 

[Are you being serious right now? I'm running who-knows-how-fast across the rooftops of people who want to kill me, maim me, burn me, or rip me into shreds, and all you can think of is how great of an opportunity this is for training?!] the blond griped while leaping over a large gap in between buildings. 

[Yup!]

[I hate you, you overgrown, lazy, irritating excuse for a cat.]

[Aw, don't be like that! You know you love me! I'm just so cuddly!]

[I. Am going to create the pink-ist, glittery-ist, sparkly-ist, most eye-grating cage for you to sit in to think about your life choices for the next ten years. Don't think I won't.]

[You wouldn't dare.]

But Naruto didn't have time to respond, because he had just been nicked in the leg by a flying kunai. 

'Dammit. That's gonna slow me down for a while. Gotta find somewhere to hide.' 

Thinking quickly, he used a weak version of the Body Flicker technique to change directions without alerting his pursuers as to which way he had turned. 

'The river at Training Ground 3 should be a good place to hide. If anything, I can just hold my breath for a while if they come looking for me there, though I doubt they think I'm smart enough to hide somewhere like a training place for shinobi. Hopefully I won't run into anyone there.'