My Family

Chapter 1: New Found Family

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This is my first time posting a written story.

Enjoy the story! ~Cupcake

A little boy was running from a crowd of villagers. The boy was blond and seemed no older than 5.

"Demon!" 

"You killed my wife!" 

"We'll finish what the Fourth started!"

"Monster!"

These were the main things the villagers yelled at the boy. He didn't know why they hated him but he thought he deserved it either way. After all, he's been treated that way since he was born and knew nothing other than pain. Why would he expect otherwise? But that didn't mean he wanted to be hurt. He ran in the streets. Trying to lose the crowd, he ran into an alley, which led to a dead end. 

A man who seemed drunk threw a beer bottle at him. It broke into glass shards on impact.

"This is what you deserve for killing my family 5 years ago!" sneered the man. Soon enough, more people were throwing things at him, until someone had a knife. The man who had the knife started to stab the boy.

"You're better off dead! But we'll torture you until your last breath!" a woman shouted. The crowd roared in agreement. The crowd started punching, kicking, stabbing, and hurting the boy. Demon. Monster. Murderer. The boy they were attacking was screaming and crying, but no one cared. They only grinned and laughed. That was until he went unconscious. The last thing he heard before heading into darkness was the crowd cheering.

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A raven-haired boy was running away from the Uchiha estate. His clan was just murdered by his older brother. 

"Hate me. Resent me. Feel whatever you want towards me."

Why? The boy didn't know why he said that. He wished this was a dream, but to no avail it was reality. Tears flooded his face. They didn't and wouldn't stop. He kept on running, not knowing where he was going as he kept on scrubbing the tears out of his face, until he stumbled upon a crowd scattering from an alley, happily laughing with cruel grins. 

'...Huh?'

He walked a little further into the dark alley. There laid a small boy, probably his age, all bloody and unconscious. He watched as the boy's cuts and bruises slowly healed. It wasn't fast, but he knew it was very slowly healing. 

'Why would they do this?' Sasuke wondered, thinking of the group of civilians that had left the alley he was in not too long ago.

He crouched and tried to wake the boy up. 

"Oi, wake up." He called. The blonde didn't wake up. The raven-haired boy shook him a little. 'Wait, why am I doing this? I don't care! My clan was just murdered! I don't care for this random boy... it's probably his fault!' Sasuke thought, shaking his head. He stood up and walked a few steps, before pausing.