Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, if I did, Itachi wouldn't die and he would marry Sakura.
So here is another Itachi centric fic. I have three now. I love him. Anyways, this story will NOT be yaoi! Just a warning ahead of time.
So read and review! Then check out my other Itachi centric stories!
The small blonde-haired child darted down the alley and jumped behind a barrel. Shaking in fright, he peeked down the grungy alley to see if he was still being followed. He gave a sigh of relief and began to inspect himself. He was covered in mud and had a few bruises, cuts, and scrapes on his arms and legs.
He looked somewhat familiar, though I couldn't place his name. I had seen him wandering about town often enough, but never seen any family members. I had a vague recollection of him being ward of the village, but I wasn't sure.
I heard the pounding of footsteps on the rain coated pavement. Running down the street were some children a few years older than the blonde child. I recognized many of them as they were students from the academy; a few were in my brother's class.
"Where is he?" one of them said, looking around.
"Find him!" another one ordered.
They began to search the small alley. They moved boxes and barrels. Soon they reached the barrel that the child was hiding behind. They shoved it aside and to my surprise began kicking the boy.
"Where is it?!" the first growled, kicking the boy.
"Where did you put Yaoshi-sama's lunch?!" a young girl shouted.
"Answer us, Naruto!" the first, Yaoshi I guessed, demanded.
I remembered the boy now. He was the Kyuubi vessel, though technically I wasn't supposed to know.
I looked at the small boy. He wasn't crying. He stared defiantly as they kicked him. I arched my eyebrows. He was… interesting. If my brother was in the same position I was sure he would be sobbing and begging for mercy.
"I didn't take it!" Naruto growled.
"Yes you did!"
After a few more minutes of this abuse they finally left him alone with a warning.
"Don't ever still my lunch again, or you'll get worse!"
I thought it was quite a childish reason to hurt someone.
After they had left the little boy sat there for a few minutes. I wondered why he did not get up and leave. That's when I realized how much pain he was in. I was sure that a few ribs were broken and probably the arm that hung limply at his side. Tears began to leak from his eyes.
For some reason I pitied the small boy. I walked from my vantage point to the little boy.
"What do you want?!" he cried.
I said nothing, just carefully picked him up, trying to avoid jostling his broken arm or putting pressure on his broken ribs. Through his clothes I could feel that he was quite thin but not starved. At least he was fed and given a home.
"Who are you?!" he demanded.
Yet again I said nothing, just began to walk in the direction of my home.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked in a small voice.
His eyes widened.
"Who are you?"
Oh, the intrigue. Right now Naruto is just a little boy. But later on in a few chapters he will be as old as he is in the anime. So review and tell me what you think!
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