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This Day

This day is the day I dread the most. Not because of the noise or the children of the village running around with bags looking for candy. It's the fact that they have a festival to on the day Kyuubi attacked the village. It's a whole day to celebrate the people who have died protecting this village from a huge and evil monster.

They hate me, you know, the villagers. I'm not Kyuubi. Why can't they see I'm nothing like him? They shout and threaten me on this day. A day I should be happy about.

For you see today is my birthday. It's more of a secret. No one actually tells me 'Happy Birthday'. I've never told anyone, anyways. I stay inside on this day.

"Naruto get down here. The festival is today!" Sakura's voice. I look out my window. Eight of the Rookie Nine are standing outside.

"I don't think so. I think I'm sick." I make an excuse. I can't go out. The villagers can't see me. Next think I know, I'm dragged out of my apartment (house thing) and I'm headed to the hospital. My friends bombard me with question after question. I don't really answer. The stares I'm getting, my friends are oblivious, are of hate and disgust. They don't shout or threaten or beat now. They see I'm with a lot of people. Most notably they see I am with higher class villagers. Sakura, Ino, Sasuke, and Hinata come from very well known families.

At the hospital, I am ushered into a room, alone, by an attendant. I just sit there. After a few minutes, someone comes into the room. Of all people, I see Gaara come in. He's here for a meeting between the kage and was in the hospital checking out Kohona technology. I greet him well and he asks if I am sick. I say not really. He smiles, a rare thing to see, and walks out of the room.

"One more thing, Naruto," he says. "Happy Birthday." I am caught off guard, but I thank him. He gets it. He gets it more than anyone. He knows it's my birthday and I'm happy that someone actually told me. The nurses outside the room refuse to go into a room with a monster. They send a young girl in, frightened.

"I'm not sick. I need you to tell my friends that I should stay in bed for the rest of the day." I said in calmly. She answered she could do that. I got up to go to my friends. They said that they wished I could go to the festival with them. I'm glad I don't have to. They walk me home. Sakura, Sasuke, Hinata, Kiba, and Ino come into the apartment with me. They had never actually seen the place. It was not dirty, just empty. I didn't get much money. They looked at the bookcase which was stuffed with everything I practically owned. I offered them something to drink and went next door to a very nice old lady who had an ice machine. I came back after a few minutes to find them holding a piece of paper: my birth certificate.

"Your birthday is today?" asked Sakura.

"Yeah guess it is." I try to laugh. The tension is thick and I want to leave. Rather, I want them to leave.

"Fifteen years ago from today?" Sakura asked again.

"Yeah" A smile is plastered on my face. They face me.

"The day of the Kyuubi attack?" Sakura asked.

"Uh-huh" My answer. Did they know?

"So you're like a miracle child! Oh my Naruto you need to go to the festival. They don't know so it would be amazing to know something good came from something bad!" Sakura was happy? They were all happy? What the hell?

"Um..no…" So they don't know. They tried to drag me to the festival grounds. People glared at me. I don't want to be here. Tents of goodies are everywhere to be bought. Finally a man speaks up, right before we get to the grounds.

"Why is the monster here?" My friends are confused. I get free and run around to the back of one of the tents. They follow me there.

"Why did that man call you a monster?" Sasuke asked.

"You know the story of the fourth hokage and how he saved the village. He had the put the Kyuubi in a vessel. He couldn't kill the Kyuubi. So he sacrificed his son, a newborn born that day, and put Kyuubi in him." I finished. I try to stay calm, but I didn't want to tell them. More importantly, I could hear a mob. My friends were shocked.

Their shock was nothing compared to the shock I got when someone from the mob blasted a jutsu into my heart.

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