(cough's nervously) erm short little one shot. This is my first Naruto fic, so please go easy on me. If people actually read this short little thing, I guess you could call it an introduction and continue it...but I think I'll just leave it as a one-shot.yeah, er I just wanted to write something angsty (grins sheepishly)

Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns something!I wanna own something! It's no fair! I wanna own Naruto, not that Kishimoto! Unfortunately that will never happen...

There's nobody here in this ghost town. Nobody wanted to be near me. They all packed up and moved away. Now I'm on my own. Again.

I have to wonder why the gods have chosen me for this horrible curse. What ever did I do wrong to make them so angry? Did I do something bad? I'm sorry for whatever it was that I did! I'm sorry, because nobody can hear me right now.

Soon I will pack up; I will take everything that is mine (which is nothing) and move onto the next town. And there I will stay. Until they move again. They will all move away from me, no matter who it is. I feel so alone. But that is nothing new, for I have always been alone.

Born without a mother, my father dead, dying, or gone, my teacher taught me horrible things and then abandoned me to the cruel life that nature intended for me. Now I know only those things that can hurt me and people.

Strangers, when they first see me, think that I am nothing to be feared, just another person walking down the street. But I hold this curse and as they walk by, a chill seems to over come them. They take a second look behind to look at me, with my blond hair and blue eyes, and they then hurry away, fear in their eyes.

I suppose one would think that if you were in my position, you would kill yourself. I would! Trust me, I've tried. But it won't let me, this curse. I slit my wrists and watch the blood run down the drain, staining the porcelain pink. Then the blood stops. The cuts heal and I am left with nothing but the stain on the sink to tell me of what really happened. Not even a scar remains.

I've tried jumping. The highest I ever jumped was ten stories, off the highest building in that village. I broke my spine, cracked my head open and broke my legs and one arm. I remember bleeding all over the place as sirens called. I was still conscious when the ambulance arrived. The medics took one look at me, then packed up and left, leaving a guy to drag my body to an old alley way. I healed once again.

Everything I have tried has failed. I now look washed out, faded, like the grey road that I travel constantly. I see no end. I see no beginning. I am me and I keep on going and going and going and going. I look worn out, but I still look young.

How long?

How long have I been traveling this desolate road?

Has it been days? Months? Years?

How long will I be like this? For another week? For another year? Forever?

Once again I pack up and leave, a dark shadow staining my past and stretching far before me, staining my future, just staining everything I touch.

People curse my name. Uzumaki Naruto.

Tell me if you guys want me to continue (if I do continue, it won't be this short and it will probably be in Naruto's POV) but (shrugs) I wont continue if nobody reviews. Remember, first Naru fic!

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