Why The Mask

Chapter 1

Third POV

By just looking at the village hidden in the leaves, you would see a big lively village with sweet innocent children running around playing tag with their friends as their parents call them inside to eat their lunch. Birds flying overhead as they sing a beautiful tune to the sky. Village ninja jumping from roof top to roof top getting to where they are needed to be.

You could see a small boy playing with his new puppy, and another boy collecting insects from the plants on the ground. A lazy Nara child lounging around watching clouds, wishing that he could be one himself, and a chubby Akimichi child, sitting next to him, munching on one of the many bags of chips that he carries around with him. Two little girls, one a blonde and the other a pinkett, sitting in the middle of a filled full of flowers. There's a small boy with long brown hair, tied into a low ponytail, with lavender colored eyes, holding onto his beloved father's hand, while smiling at the little girl standing across from him with the same eyes as his, as she tries to hide behind her own father who is the exact replica as his. A little boy with Raven hair, which shoots out in the back as if it were the butt of a duck, begging for his older brother to teach him how to throw a kunai the right way just to get poked in the forehead once again and being told another 'maybe next time'. Then there's a boy, with inhuman bushy eyebrows, kicking at a thick tree stump mumbling something along the lines of 'if I can't do 500 kicks I will do 1000 punches', and there's a small girl with two buns at the top of her head running around people with a big stack of newly made kunai and shuriken trying to get them to their new owner on time.

Then as the sun slowly starts to set you can see everyone slowly making their way back home, some going to their family's and others going to an empty house.

And if you just sit there, and wait as the village starts to die down until the only living thing on the streets are a couple of stray cats chasing after a mouse. That's when you will see a small boy, no older than four years old, making his way out of the forest of death. The only clothing on his small frail body being a pair of loose worn out shorts, the only thing holding them up is a vine the boy had found in the forest.

As the boy steps out of the forest he starts to look around checking to make sure that his senses were correct and that nobody was around. Quickly after confirming that he was correct he ran into town looking for the nearest dumpster in hopes of finding something warmer to wear and possibly something edible to eat.

Naruto's POV

During my little hunt through the dumpster I had been able to find an overly large black sunbathed T-shirt that looked as if it had seen far better days. Not really caring about the look of the shirt I had put it on anyways making a little knot at the bottom of it in hopes of making it fit a little bit better. Sadly that had been the only thing I had been able to find though, not that I had my hope up for anything else really.

It would have been nice to have had something to eat after not having had anything in the past six days, seems how I couldn't tell from what was and wasn't edible in the forest that I had called my home for a little over a month now.

Thinking that it would probably be best if I were to get back to my forest, from my three hour long hunt through nothing but garbage, before any of the villager's decided that they would like to do another one of their little 'fox hunts'. But as I turned around I started to realize that I was already  to late.

At the end of the alleyway that I was in stood a village shinobi. Not knowing if he was one of the good or the bad ones I just stood there doing nothing waiting for him to make his move. Slowly I watched as a sadistic smirk slowly started to tug at the man's lips.

Bad it is, I thought to myself. Turning around I go to make a run for it only to realize yet another mistake I had made tonight.

Not only did I not keep a look out, but out of all places to choose from I just had to choose the one with the dead end, I scold myself.

I could hear yelling and laughing from the now group of people behind me as the man called out to his friends saying something along the lines of 'look who I found'.

Not being able to turn back around to the group out of fear of just how many people were actually there, I just stood there frozen in place.

I could feel as silent tears started to trail wet paths down my chubby cheeks as I stood there willing myself not to make a noise. I will not give them that satisfaction!

Calming my racing heart I forced myself to stop my pathetic childish crying, even with me only being four years old. Reaching my hand up I wiped the remainder of my tears off my face.

I tried my best to listen as the group started to make their way towards me yelling stuff I couldn't quite make out with my hazy brain.

"Hey demon! Turn around and look at us when we talk to you!" I hear a man yell at me as I feel a foot come into contact with my side making me fall down to the ground. I was barely able to catch myself from coughing out at the force of the impact with the stone cold ground, but then I reminded myself not to give them the satisfaction of being able to see or hear the pain that they cause me.

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