A Thrilling Tale; The Genius In Disguise

Ask About Me

(Age 4)10-10-????
Is it weird for a four-year-old to be completely aware of the world and its consequences? What am I saying? Of course it is. What's even weirder is that I'm fully capable of outrunning a bunch of full grown adults.
I don't know why they hate me. They just do. I don't think I've done anything wrong, yet they call me things like "demon" and "monster". What's so monstrous about a toddler? I mean, I know we're "ankle biters" but still...

Ah, damn. I've been caught. It's never easy when they catch me. I get hurt worse when I run. I may be fast, but I'm not very strong. Adults are still adults even if they are idiots.
I don't make a sound for the entire duration. It makes them want to hit me more, but I refuse to give them what they want. They want me to suffer, but I'm not suffering. I can't quite remember, but I'm sure I spit on a guy's face. He poured acid on my eyes. I passed out from the pain and shock.

"...fuckin' hell man." Pardon my language.
I stand up and shake myself off best I can while standing knee-deep in what looks like sewer water.

"How kind of them," I grumble. Hoping to find an exit nearby, I start walking. To no avail, unfortunately. As far as I walk, I only see high walls and dim light. I sigh and close my eyes, tilting my head up.

"Breathe, Uzumaki. You're okay?"

"Are you though?"

I slowly turn around.

"What the fu..." Its shape isn't distinct, but I can definitely tell what the glowing red figure is. So, like a completely sane person (sarcasm) I walk closer to the dull red bars separating me from the giant fox creature. It just sits there, staring at me intently. We stare at each other for a few moments before I smile.

"Hi! I'm Naruto Uzumaki. What's your name?" I stick my hand through the red bars. The fox flinched back, shocked by my sudden introduction. Yet, still, he places a claw against my hand.

"I am the Ninetails." He says in a low tone. I can tell he is weary of me, trying to gauge my intentions. Honestly, I just wanted to break the silence.

"Let's work well together," I said.

"Why would I work with you?"

"We're both stuck in this body in this stupid village. We might as well give those bastards hell while we're here."

The Ninetails grinned, but only a bit. Still, I'd caught his attention

"Seems fair to me. I'll be in your care, kid."

"Likewise."

1-3-????
These fuckers are getting bold. Chasing me around in the middle of a Tuesday; what the hell??

"You've got spectators at your two o'clock."
I spare a quick, inconspicuous glance up. Sure enough, those two asswipes are watching me again. They never help me, just sit and watch for hours.

"Don't they have anything else to do? Does nobody have hobbies anymore?" I grumble.

"They're ANBU. It's kind of their job. Don't worry about them and focus on the fact that you've been cornered."

Sure enough, I had reached a dead end. I rolled my eyes and sigh, turning to my pursuers.

"Maybe we can talk this out." One of them swung a wooden plank at me.

"Guess not," I muttered. I dodged their attacks, but I was still cornered. I decided to do what any sensible ninja would do: replacement jutsu. The looks on those villagers faces when I vanished was phenomenal, but not as much as the looks on the ANBUs' faces when they saw me on the tree branch above them.