The Tragedy of Naruto Uzumaki: A Naruto Fanfiction

Chapter 1: The Spark of a Tragedy

A small boy with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes with three whiskers on each cheek, covered in nothing but rags, sat in a corner shivering as the winter snow fell upon him, his slow, tiny breaths forming condensation in the air as it filled up his lungs. 

"There's that child again. . ." 

"Sitting there like he owns the place. . ." 

"I don't know why Akimichi-sama lets him sit here. He even digs through the trash, like trash." 

The talk. That stupid talk. Over and over and over he'd hear those voices speak like that. Always filled with hatred, directed at him. 

He hasn't done anything! Why should he suffer for nothing he knows about? 

"Heh heh heh, what do we have here?" A voice that sounded like a cat dying spoke, making the tiny boy look up and see a small crowd gathering, no more than four or five. 

"It looks like God has shined on us today and we get to exact our much-deserved revenge." Another voice said. A man grabbed his shoulder, looking at warningly. 

"We can't kill or hurt the boy," He whispered. "What are we gonna do? Make fun of him? Look at him, he's suffering enough." The man shrugged off the other man's hand off his shoulder and glared. 

"Don't feel pity for the monster, and did I say anything about hurting him? No, I got a better idea." He turned to another person and grinned. "Go get a large bucket of water." He then grabbed ahold of the blonde, who began kicking and screaming, trying to get out of his grips as he tore off his rags, leaving him in nothing but a pair of stained underwear. 

The man came back struggling to hold a large bucket of cold water as he tumbled forward. The leader of the group grinned as he took ahold of the water bucket and spilled it on the blonde boy, making him shriek in fear and the more intense chill as the water began freezing around his skin. 

"Come on we gotta go!" One of the cruel men shouted as they ran off, laughing to themselves as they disappeared from sight. 

The boy was left there shivering as he cried silently, knowing any noise would cause further abuse. 

The water on his bare skin froze quickly due to the low temperatures of the winter night, and it was only getting colder. It was always like this, but this time it was worst. They had poured water on him knowing it would freeze. 

Then a lone Akimichi, a rather plump one with a regular Chunin outfit on approached the boy, disgust in his eyes. 

"What a pathetic sight you are, after all you've done, you deserve this and more." He spit on the boy and began walking away, only to feel a tugging at his pants and he whirled around to see a look filled with pleading in the boy's eyes, just begging him to help him. 

"Let go," The fat man demanded, a pinch of fear and panic in his eyes. The boy didn't let go, if anything, his grip on the shinobi's pants only got stronger, tears flowing down his eyes. 

"Please," The child whispered. "Help me. . ." The man's eyes widened before anger clouded everything else in his mind as he forcefully took back his leg. 

"I said let go!" He basically shouted before kicking the boy in the face, making him fall back into the snow as he felt the chill of said snow travel across his back. "Piece of trash, touching me?!" The Akimichi started kicking the boy over and over again until the boy was nothing but a heap on the ground, bruises now forming on his body as blood stained the ground. "If you ever touch me again I'll kill you! You hear me! I'll kill you!" He shouted before storming off, leaving the boy to die.