Naruto was born with the soul of kyuubi sealed in him and was neglected by his parents and beaten by the villagers and seen as a demon. while his younger sister and brother mai and menma were loved and praised by everyone until one day everything starts to change.

What happens if Madara had a son. He hid away from this world. What happens when this son emerges from shadows and challenges world. Sharingan Naruto. Eventual Rinnegan. Alive Minato and Kushina. Revised all chapters. Hey guys, this story has entered the Watty awards so please keep voting.

¨Naruto? Is that you?¨ He was abandoned for a stupid reason. Twelve years later, his 'family' returns as if nothing had happened. Luckily, Naruto knows how to hold a grudge. -- Edited up to chapter eleven. -- Best rankings: #1 in "Neglect" (As of 09/05/2018) #8 in "Darkness" (As of 20/05/2018) #7 in "Darkness" (As of 20/05/2018) #37 in "naruto" (As of 15/08/2018) #17 in "naruto" (As of 21/08/2018) #2 in "naruto" (As of 26/08/2018) #2 in "anime" (As of 18/12/2018) #1 in Darkness (As of 02/04/2020) - The only thing I own is the words. This is a re-write of an original story (The Abandoned Child) by @jarodlikestowrite. I suggest you go check that out, too! Naruto is not mine. It is owned by Masashi Kishimoto.

Harry discovers his friends true colours after narrowly escaping death. Weeks into the summer he journeys to Diagon Alley and discovers more truths about himself. There Harry will make a decision that will change the world for better or worse. Disclaimer - THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. All credit goes to Fuck_It_Up_Kenneth. You can find the story on ao3. (#1 in murder - 7/4/19) (#1 in harrypotter - 8/4/19)

Keith hated himself for liking Lance. His limber build, the way he carried himself with shoulders raised and chin held high. His blue eyes, dark like the sea's deep, inky bottom. His tangled mess of dark brown hair that stood at odd angles, and never seemed to obey Lance's vigorous brushing. His smooth, light brown skin as he crinkled his nose, or batted the sand from his eyes on a particularly windy afternoon. Even his laugh, as loudly obnoxious as it was, Keith adored. And that was the worst part, because, unlike Keith, Lance hated him. With every word he uttered, an argument seemed to arise. Lance constantly joked and poked fun of Keith, determined to one up him in every way imaginable. So, in all retrospect, Keith had every right to detest Lance in return. But that was the thing: he didn't. Even as Lance stood before him on the worst days - face scrunched and reddened, throat hoarse from the shouting - all Keith thought as he stood stone faced, eyes locked on Lance's chattering lips, was: 'wow, I really want to kiss this shit-head.' And then he was both mad at himself and the world. Mad at himself for imagining Lance in ways he shouldn't, and mad at the world for allowing Lance to be in his life in the first place. It was torture. As powerful as a lash to the chest, or a hammer to the kneecap. Especially now, as Keith stood above Lance's cold, unflinching corpse. The dead boy's bony hands crossed over his chest, shoulders squared atop the white, velvet cushion that rested inside the opened coffin. He wore the best suit and tie money could buy, and had his shaven scalp hidden by a head of hair that was similar, but could never match the boy's old image. The image before cancer. The image before hell. The image before Keith's every being crumbled to dust. *** A Klance au in which Keith discovers that him and only him can see Lance's ghost. COVER ART: kuurakuu on Tumblr

When the paladins are threatened by Lotor, they have to make a choice; death or loss. What they choose won't surprise you but it's the unsurprising choice that broke our Lance. This is my first fanfic so sorry if it's a bit dodge ((Don't own any of the characters. They all belong to dreamworks))

1 week power-saving drill. The heats off. 3 blankets, 2 pairs have to share a bed. Lance is warm. (i was 14/15 when i wrote this, i'm now 20 and really wish i had the patience to go through and edit this story because i did my favourite character keith a HUGE injustice im so sorry my main man 😔)

Naruto is forgotten for his sister and brother. He can tell that his siblings hate his guts. His parents don't give two shits about him not even when he comes home bleeding profusely. He is beaten by the village because they think that he is the nine-tailed fox. One day when Naruto is 6 years old he has had enough and leaves the village vowing to show them all how wrong they were too neglect and beat him. He joins the sand and the Kazekage adopts him into his family, also making him a human weapon for Suna to use, just like Gaara....

Naruto was neglected all his life because of his sister, Kameko. She was the supposed 'Child of the Prophecy' and the hero of Konoha for keeping the Kyuubi at bay. One day he loses his memories and gets taken in by the Kuryama family. A few years later, him and his family return to Konoha and finds out his family wants him back. What will happen? Read to find out on "The Forgotten Child"! I suck at writing descriptions so just read the story. Gomenasai! This is my first fanfiction hope you guys like it! Please vote and review! Also please check out the sequel and my other stories! Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and never will.

Warning: Intense Mature Content Sasuke is at a Boy's night with the rest of the boys. They get drunk on Sake and do a yaoi version of seven minutes in heaven. And Sasuke and Naruto get shoved into an empty storage closet of Naruto's What happens next????