A demons love
What can I say? Another one of my random ideas that just popped into my head and I thought that I should write it down. I'm not really sure how long this story is going to be or if I'm going to finish it but I'll try my best.
Disclaimer: isn't it obvious, otherwise I wouldn't have put the disclaimer.
Summary: A five year old Naruto goes back to the past after a miserable day of being chased and beaten up by a mob of villagers. He meets his soon-to-be father and mother. But there is something wrong. Naruto doesn't seem to remember much. Could this be a chance for him to start over again? is it really true that he can have his family back, even for just a short amount of time?
Naruto didn't understand why the villagers hated him or how they had come to despise him so much. He guessed it probably had something to do with the 'thing' lurking within him. The weird presence he felt every time he got angry or when he was sad. It wasn't fair though. He was getting punished for something he isn't, something he didn't want to become. The Kyuubi is the monster, the demon, not him. He, Naruto Uzumaki, was an orphan; a helpless five year old who didn't have much knowledge of its prisoner or anything for that matter. What the Kyuubi did in his past life, Naruto did not know but whatever it was, it made everyone hate him.
Naruto pushed a strand of his spiky blonde hair away from his face and looked down from the tree he was currently hiding in. the villagers stood beneath him, hatred written all over their faces. They had brought weapons this time and he noticed that a long time ago. It should still be okay though. All he has to do is stay quiet in his hiding spot and make sure they don't find him and then after they are all gone later, he would climb down slowly and run home as fast as his little legs can carry him. The poor kid didn't think he could take another beating for the day anyways. His body was already bruised and the cut on his forehead was bleeding fast. The warm thick and sticky blood made their way down his forehead and to the bridge of his nose. Naruto, without thinking wiped his hand across his forehead, making the blood stick to his hand like glue. Naruto stared at his hand for a moment. Red. It was red. At least his blood was still the same colour, which meant he wasn't an alien or a monster. Naruto turned away, ignoring the sight. It wasn't only his forehead that was bleeding. Some of the wounds had already healed and were replaced with soft tanned skin while the others were still processing. Naruto leaned down and stared as the wound on his leg slowly began to heal. It wasn't the first time he saw this and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last, but every time, he still found it interesting to watch. He liked how the skin slowly came back together and how the steam rises up. He liked how the wound disappears. It was all so interesting to him.
Naruto smiled weakly and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He was cold, bruised, bloody, hungry and alone. Maybe not alone but the Kyuubi's presence was close to nothing anyways.
It was getting cold and the young blond knew the villagers weren't going to leave any sooner. His clothes were all torn and he wanted to go home. He just wanted to go home and cover himself with his blanket, if it was still there and not burnt like it was two days ago. Home wasn't probably the safest place to be right now but he didn't care. There would be nobody there to protect him.
"This is not fair; it's all your fault!" Naruto buried his face on his lap and could feel hot tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. He sat there and sobbed quietly, forgetting about the vengeful villagers who still stood beneath him. "I want to go home,"
"I wish my daddy was here, he'll show them!"
Naruto had drifted off to sleep without realising. He was woken up by the light raining and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the sky was a gloomy colour. Slowly Naruto stood up and looked down from the tree he was hiding in. The villagers had gone, no doubt chased away by the rain. Naruto smiled sadly at himself and carefully climbed down, careful as to not slip and hurt himself. As soon as he was safely on the ground, he started running.
His house wasn't far away and if he ran fast enough he could get there without anyone spotting him.
The rain has now picked up its pace and Naruto's hair went flat against his skull, his torn clothes sticking to his skin but he didn't stop running.
Naruto notice, as he passed a few shops and houses, that the whole village was lit up. The place was beautiful at night and he admired it. But there wasn't a single soul to be seen around. Something was wrong and Naruto could feel it. He came to an abrupt halt when the rain suddenly stopped. The clouds cleared away and a dazzling moon appeared. It bathed the whole village with its bright moonlight and soon people started to come out of their houses and shops. Soon the quiet village was filled with noises and chattering. Naruto's eyes widen and he stared in shock. What was going on? He turned around on his heels and prepared himself for another run.
Not wasting another second, Naruto began running back in the direction he had just previously come from. He didn't know where he was running or why he was even running.
Naruto looked behind him expecting a mob of villagers to be chasing him but to his surprise, no one was following him. But he didn't stop running though and that's when he bumped into someone.
Naruto fell back down, his butt hitting the wet ground hard. He winced and looked up, preparing an apology. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes widen as he stared at the stranger in front of him.
The man that stood in front of Naruto was tall and had the unwrinkled complexion of a young man, probably in his early twenties. Naruto couldn't tell the exact colour of his hair due to the moonlight but from the look of it, he guessed it was sun beam blonde. It was naturally spiked and he had two bangs that fell to the side of his cheeks, framing his fine figures. His bright blue eyes which were now a lighter shade of grey from the moonlight looked down at Naruto. Naruto gulped when he saw that the man carried a kanta. He just wished he wasn't planning on using it.
"I'm sorry about that," The man began and Naruto stared in shock. Was he apologising? That can't be right, he must be hearing things. No one ever apologises to him. Naruto got up and took a step away from the man. The man frowned and blinked, seeing Naruto's reaction.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" the stranger asked and Naruto took another step back, his leg muscles tensing up and preparing to run yet again. What if this man attacked him? Naruto shook his head at the question and he thought he saw the man sigh with relief.
"Well that's a relief. What is your name?" The man questioned and Naruto raised an eyebrow at him. Name? Naruto thought for a moment and when he didn't answer, the man spoke again.
"You do have a name, don't you?"
Naruto thought for a few more seconds. Should he tell him his name? Can he trust him? Naruto stood there for a minute and began to wonder. What was he still doing here? Why wasn't he running or begging for his life? And most of all, why hadn't the man attacked yet?
"It's N-Naruto…" Naruto replied and the stranger looked at him. The boy sounded scared, almost terrified.
"Do you have a last name?" The man questioned again, this time smiling at Naruto. Again Naruto went into thinking mode. Did he have a last name? He was pretty sure he did but now he couldn't remember what it was. Naruto glanced at the man in front of him suspiciously before shaking his head. Why was the man being kind to him? Maybe his kindness was just a trick. "I am not sure," The man heard Naruto mumble. The older blonde just blinked and stared at the kid in front of him, scratching the back of his head nervously.
"Well are you lost then?"
"Where are your parents?"
"I don't have any."
The man stopped and examined the younger blonde. 'Poor kid.' He felt pity for the kid. No wonder, he looked messed up right now. What happened to his clothes, he must be freezing? The child looks so young and here he is, wondering about all by himself.
"Come on, lets get you some new clothes, you must be freezing in those," The man nodded his head towards Naruto's torn clothing. Naruto looked at himself then back at the man. When the man moved towards Naruto, he shuffled away from him slowly. The man frowned and looked at Naruto.
"I won't hurt you," he assured and extending out his hand, having figured out that the kid was very protective of himself. He wondered why. Naruto stared at the man's hand and then back at his grinning face. Naruto felt a warm feeling rush over him. For once he met someone who didn't want to attack him apart from the old man, Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei. With hesitation, Naruto took the man's hand. It was warm and Naruto liked it.
The man smiled and started walking while holding Naruto's hand.
"I'm Minato Namikaze by the way, but you can call me Yondaime-sama," the man said. Naruto nodded. Namikaze? Naruto thought, where did he hear that name from before?
Ok folks, that was the first chapter. This is the start of a beautiful friendship this is going to be a time-travel fic for those of you who might have gotten confused. Basically a five year Naruto goes back to the past and yada yada…don't want to say a lot in case I spoil it. Naruto doesn't know that he has time travelled though. O-O'
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy and please REVIEW! THANKS