They feared him, despised him, hated him. He didn't care; he used his will of fire to light his way through the thick shadows cast upon him. And he never gave in to the past.
Yet, his heart was still so weak. The host had never known love, only the suggestive voice that taunted him. He still did not cave; no matter how terrible it felt to run on low battery. He didn't care, he was to become Hokage. He was the warrior to vanish the beast.
Regardless of hate, regardless of rejection. He still loved, he loved the villagers with a heavy heart.
Until one day, he gave up. Gave up on his dream, let go of his will of fire, the hate consumed him in darkness. Until, he became a beast. The shadow of the past, a shadow of death.
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Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto, I do not. Be cautious, abuse, pain, sadness, and sexual content will be common in this story. If you do not wish to read depressing, and possibly inappropriate content I suggest you take your leave.