An Act
Story Description
"Everyone should learn to look underneath the underneath."-
Sasuke Uchiha (orphaned, mentally abused)
"Everyone in this damn village are stupod idiots who don't know the difference between a scroll and the kunai in it." -
Naruto Uzamaki-Namikaze (orphaned, abused, hated) (future Uchiha #SasuNaru)
"Can't you just stop controlling me, I am not just some doll you can play with then throw away." -
Sakura Haruno (abused)
"I am not him. Can't you get it through ypur thick sculls that I AM NOT HIM AND I WILL NEVER EVER BE HIM." -
Kakashi Hatake (orphaned mentally abused)
Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzamaki, Sakura Haruno, Kakashi Hatake.
The kids saw them as The Arrogant Stuck Up Emo, The Deadlast, The Banshee Fangirl, and The Pervert Ninja.
The Adults saw them as The Famous Orphan Emo, The Demon Brat, The Useless Banshee and The Failure.
The four had been hated for all their life.
But they learned to suck it up and hide their emotions.
Silently breaking behind their masks.
Never showing anyone the real them.
What happens when the four of them get stuck in a team together?
Will they stay the same?
Will they break each others masks?
Read to find out
Reminder: I might put another chapter with a different person's P.O.V. on a certain event or I might make a different Book to what that person was thinking.
Of course there will be ominicent, all knowing or third person P.O.V. and there might be times when I put it in another persons P.O.V. if needed. This story will be fully in Naruto's P.O.V. unless needed.
Thoughts might be in 'hi' or not.
No like no read.
Warning: Mosstly foul language, I might write some of Naru's abuse, Some smut (SasuNaru, SakuHina, KakaIru)
Nother thing
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF WHOEVERS UP THERE DO NOT HATE
IM 11 FOR KAMI'S SAKE I DON'T HAVE GODLY SKILLS I MAKE MORE MISTAKES THAN AN ADULT
*cough*
Now that that's done go read my book 😀😀
The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person.
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Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams.
(Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)