Guardian Angel
Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, SO PLEASE STOP RUBBING IT IN cries
Just being friends with Sasuke, meant that Naruto was protected by the villagers, even though he didn't do anything, he helped just by being there. So when Sasuke leaves, it goes back to what it was like before they became Genin. When he finally returns, will He be able to save hin from the wrath of the villagers.
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Guardian Angel – Chapter 1 – Memories
The blonde boy stared forlornly out of his dust covered window, watching the occupants of Konoha go about their day business. A pang of grief stabbed through his heart, it had been a bad day today. Why me? He thought Why am I the one so unloved?
As Naruto gazed, a silent tear made its way down his whiskered cheek, as memory after memory flashed through his mind.
He was three years old. Small, blonde, blue eyed. He was sat on a bench in the nearby park. There were children his age, being pushed on the swings by their fathers, laughing with joy, carefree, a wonderful summer's day.
And then someone looked up, and noticed the demon child, all alone in the shadows. He heard murmurs of discontent, he was only three years old, he didn't understand what he had done wrong.
Suddenly the park was empty, the villagers not wanting their children anywhere near him. He sat on the wooden swing, where only moments before it had been in use. It was still warm; this was the closest he had gotten to human contact in weeks.
He stared at the dusty ground, there was no-one to push the swing for him, there never had be. Have I been bad? He thought I must have been bad for everyone to hate me so.
He looked at the sky, darkening with foreboding rain clouds, and silent tears made their way down his grubby cheeks. Why won't anyone love me?
He was ten years old, a loud mouth, trying to get someone, anyone's attention. He was acting stupid, he knew it, and he knew that this wasn't the way to make his class mates like him, but nothing else had ever worked. They hated him. They always had, and they always will.
He sighed, and sat down, he might as well give up this once, and he didn't want to anger Iruka-Sensei too much, after all, it wasn't his fault that nobody could bring themselves to love the demon child.
Naruto had always found it strange that the villagers had called him that. He wasn't a demon, was he? He hadn't done anything that bad, had he? No, he knew he hadn't, and yet he couldn't comprehend why they hated him so.
He went home alone that night. Again. No warm welcome back for him, no lovingly prepared meal, just the usual instant ramen.
He was twelve years old, in the forest outside of Konoha. The sweat was dripping of his forehead. He was staring, astounded, at Mizuki.
No, it couldn't be true, could it? He refused to accept that it was true.
And yet…
Get away, Demon Child
Monster
Murderer
It made sense now, why the villagers had hated him for so long, why they looked at him with those cold, hard eyes, why no-one could bring themselves to love him.
He was the demon, the Nine-Tailed fox that had tried to destroy the village. He was Kyuubi.
That day. He was walking down the street, returning from a bout of training. The usual murmurs and comments followed him wherever he went.
A rock hit him. He heard the crack as it collided with his scull. Raising his hand, he felt warm blood dripping down, matting his hair together.
Laughter.
Cruel laughter of the villager who had thrown it.
This was the third time that week. But it was the comment that followed that hurt the most.
Why don't you just go die, demon.
The child didn't know why he said it; he was just mimicking his parents.
And yet, in and amongst all the painful times, there were happen times to.
As Team 7, training as Shinobi.
They were always yelling at him, telling him to stop goofing around. But he didn't mind, because they had fun, and they were never mean, well, not most of the time. And it was the only time that anyone acknowledged him.
That's why it had hit him so hard when Sasuke had left. Even when he was taunting him, always calling him dobe, it didn't matter, they were friends and rivals. The first person Naruto had ever truly connected with.
Gradually, over time, things had gotten better.
He didn't know if he just didn't notice it so much in his happiness. Or if the taunts had grown less severe as Team 7 was established.
He was lying in the dirt. The ground was churned up and mixed with blood. He could hear the crashing noise of the waterfall behind him, crashing on the jagged rocks below. He could hear his heart pounding, almost as loud as the river.
Staring down at him was boy of his own age. Ivory skin, midnight eyes and raven hair. His rival and his best friend.
There was a kunai in his hand, pointed down at his chest. There a murderous glint in his eyes, like Naruto had never seen before. He was frightened. Not of death, but of loosing Sasuke.
The hand clutching the kunai raised, the hand came down. But it stopped abruptly. The boy snorted, turned on his heel, and casually walked off, as if he were merely going to the shops.
But Naruto had seen that look in his eyes before he had turned. What was it, compassion, friendship, regret? He hadn't been able to kill him. And it gave Naruto hope. Hoe for the future, that they would get Sasuke back. Whether it would take a year, or a life time, he would return.
And these were the blonde's last thoughts before the blackness engulfed him and he lost consciousness.
The sun had set, and slowly the trail of villagers was diminishing as everyone returned to their homes and families.
By now the tears were flowing freely. But strangely, it was the happy memories of the fun times with Sasuke that had brought on this depression.
As a child he had struggled on alone, but as a Gennin, he had had Sasuke.
But then he left, and left him alone again. And the taunts had come back, with a vengeance.
With a sigh he left his seat by the window, and flopped down on his hard, wooden bed.
He had gone back to square one, and had no-one to take him forwards again.
Woot. Sorry it was so short.
In true Naruto fashion, I gave you.../drumroll/ FLASHBACKS!!!! yay
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