Naruko Uzumaki ran as fast as her legs could carry her, knowing if she slows down for even a moment they'll catch her and hurt her, just like all the other times.
Why, why me? I didn't do anything?! A question she asking since she was three years old
Running into an alley Naruko quickly ducked behind boxes, curling up to be as small as possible when the sound of the mob's footsteps grew closer. Holding her breath Naruko rocked back and forth and began repeating a mantra she made two years ago.
"I am no one. My family hates me. I need power, power to do anything."
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When I was three-years-old a masked man attacked my parents while my mother was giving birth. Taking my brother hostage until my father saved him, then taking my mother and extracting the Kyuubi from her before having it attack Konoha. My father fought the masked man and forced him to retreat, he then planned to summon the Shinigami to seal the Kyuubi into my brother. Only for the Sandaime to take his place and seal half the Kyuubi into my brother and the other half into me.
Naruko rubbed her throat where a very faint white scar could be seen running across her throat
But that wasn't the only thing to happen. No, I was stupid enough to leave the house and encountered the masked man. I would have tried sneaking away, but he had spotted and would have done who knows what had he not heard the Sandaime approaching. Instead he slit my throat severing my vocal cords and rendering me mute. Not that anyone cared about me or that I was hurt, my parents included. Naruko scowled.
It's funny, they planned to have my brother, but not me. I was the mistake that shouldn't have happened, even though it's not my fault they couldn't keep it in their pants. It was during the Third Shinobi War when they got all hot and bothered, resulting in me. I was born during a war, but my family only saw me as a nuisance and liability. They hated me, blaming me when their comrades died. But when my brother was born their hatred turned into disgust. They thought I was to blame for everything bad happening to them. They're complete idiots.
Five years passed and Menma's arrogance inflated to new heights, from being worshipped as both the son of the Yondaime Hokage and Red Death, but also as a hero for containing the Kyuubi. And what happened to me, I was left alone and hated. The only good thing was I had Kurama to talk to, Kurama being the name of the Kyuubi. It was surprising learning the Kyuubi had a name even more so that the fox told me it. Then again I'm sure no one has also blatantly walked up to the Kyuubi and hugged it, not my fault its fur looked really soft and cuddly. Naruko was not exactly having the best common sense when she first met Kurama
That and she didn't really care if Kurama had killed her or not, what she had to lose and who would miss her.
But that was the only good thing that's happened in my life. A couple months before my eighth birthday I overheard my parents talking with Jiraiya, a perverted lecher I have desperately wanted to castrate, gouge out his eyes, cut out his tongue, and chop off his hands. I couldn't really hear them clearly, only bits and pieces about some prophecy they believed was about Menma. Personally, I think prophecies are all bullshit that only idiots follow. But one thing I did hear was that they needed to focus entirely on training Menma, this I didn't really care about, what I did care about was what they said next. They couldn't have any distractions, including me.
This, obviously, worried me as I thought they'd simply kill me, which I sometimes wonder would have been kinder. No, instead what they did was drug me and put a memory seal on me, making me believe I was just some orphan whose parents died during the Kyuubi attack. The only reason I still remember is Kurama was able to destroy the seal a week after it was placed. I didn't go back to the Namikaze family, as there'd be nothing to stop them from simply putting another seal on me, and probably tightening Kurama's seal, preventing him from helping me again. Besides in a way my parents were dead, they died long before I was even born. So, I was just Naruko, another unfortunate orphan that was hated by everyone.
That had been a year ago, I'm nine now and I've done surprisingly well. I've stolen anything I need to survive, I didn't really care who I stole from, nobody in Konoha cares about me so why should I care about them. And that's my story, a little girl abandoned and alone, with her only friend being a giant angst filled fox, who was secretly a big teddy bear.
"I heard that! I am not angst filled or a teddy bear! I am the mighty Kyuubi no Kitsune, strongest of the Tailed Beasts, a living force of nature, the very thing of nightmares! I. AM. FEAR! Fear me mortal!" Kurama roared
Love you to Kurama.
"… You know what? I fucking hate you." Grumbled Kurama
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Naruko listened for any signs that the mob was still around. Not hearing anything, Naruko exited her hiding spot sighing in relief. Though her relief was short lived when something hard impacted the back of her head sending her to the ground.
"Hey, I found the demon bitch!" Someone shouted
No, no, no, no! Naruko fearfully looking behind her seeing a villager holding something in their hands, likely whatever struck her
Looking around Naruko's fear increased when she saw the mob returning bigger than before. All of them holding assorted weapons, whether it be actual weapons like kunai, knives, or anything they could grab that'd hurt. This worried Naruko even more as usually they only struck her with their fists and feet, never weapons.
No! I can't die here, I won't! I still have so much to live for, to gain power, my revenge, I won't die, I won't die, I won't! NO!
Naruko unconsciously calling on Kurama's chakra and something else inside her unleashing a blast a red chakra and a shockwave of darkness and light blasting all the villagers away before she suddenly felt the sensation of falling
Then darkness.