Gold to Black

Young and hunted. Ever since birth, he was born to be hated for what he had no choice but to hold. And so, the Kyuubi reached out.

Naruto took that hand and trusted dearly within it. If only he knew the cost if he did..

The eyes of a cursed Beast.
The stone of a fading body.
A name that didn't belong to him.
And the wounds of what was made to look and replace.

Fighting and carry out assassinations for what and was wasn't his, he set out to find the truth. The road was bumpy, unyielding, and most unwilling to show its colors. He needed to find his meaning, his purpose. If only it was something he was willing to hear...

Being lied to and told his real purpose was to kill those who stood in his way, Naruto was sick of it. Sneaking in the mid of dead night, he was soon to regret what he'd find.