Disclaimer- I do not own any character. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
"Why would you want to become a ninja, freak?"
A six year old Zetsu was surrounded by his classmates. These kids were the worst of any kind. Even at a young age, they had the attitude of full fledged Amegakure ninja. Zetsu's mocking had been going on for months now. He couldn't take it any more. The class would pay.
"Because I want to prove that even a person like me can become a splendid ninja. That's my ninja way."
The meanest kid knelt down in front of Zetsu and put an index finger to his forehead.
"You couldn't be a ninja even if you were normal like us. Your skills as a shinobi are far more inferior than those of the kids that haven't graduated from the academy yet. I bet you'd be the first in your squad to be killed."
The rest of the kids laughed. Zetsu closed the fly trap appendages around his head, trying to block out their cruel sounds. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't give them that kind of satisfaction. Zetsu was about to scream when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"That's enough, you guys. Leave him alone. Zetsu has done nothing to you."
The group of bullies turned their heads to see their academy sensei looking scornfully at them.
"Tohru-sensei, we weren't-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. Stop bullying Zetsu or I'll tell your jonin instructors of your incompetence as ninja. You might as well start back at the academy."
There was grumbling from the kids as they dispersed from the area.
"Are you okay, Zetsu?"
The plant extensions pulled apart slowly to reveal a yellow eye.
"Are they gone? Will they leave me alone now?"
"Yes. I gave them a piece of my mind."
Zetsu smiled and fully pulled the appendages apart.
"Thank you, sensei."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry, but I've got to leave now. I'll talk to you later, alright, Zetsu?"
Zetsu smiled at his former sensei and turned to walk home. At least one person acknowledged him as everything but a monster.
"Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Zetsu kicked off his shoes and sat at the kitchen table. His mother was standing by the stove, stirring a pot of homemade ramen. It was his favorite food.
"What is it dear?" She set a dial on the stove and sat across from her son, removing the oven mitts she was wearing.
"Why was I born like this? I mean, like a monster."
"I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know. You just came out that way."
"Do you think I'm ugly? Everyone who knows me thinks so."
"You're certainly not ugly. You're my son. I would never think that way about you."
"With all my heart, Zetsu."
Zetsu smiled and embraced his mother's knees. He sniffed at the air.
"Is dinner ready yet?"
"Almost. Give it about five more minutes."
"Remember, mom. I get the largest portion."
"Get ready for bed, Zetsu."
"I am ready. I got dressed while you were cleaning off the table."
"You always were one step ahead of me."
Zetsu smiled, kissed his mother, and went upstairs to his room.
"Zetsu, I made a container of ramen last night. Why don't you give it to Tohru-sensei? He does like ramen."
"Sure thing, mom."
Zetsu took the bento box from his mother's hands and made it to the front door before he was stopped.
"Zetsu, by the time you get home from your mission, I might not be home. I've got errands to run, so I'll be home late."
Zetsu nodded and walked away for the last time.
So, how do you like it? I have the whole story written out, so update time should be short. I finally have some free time. Tell me what you think.