So this is going to be a new story that I'll be updating. It's rated M for a reason. It might contain lemons later on. Violence and abuse is in the first chapter, I just wanted to warn you!

If one were to look in the right place, they would notice a blonde child weeping in the middle of a mob. Monster is what they called her, even though it was ironic. She had never beaten anybody up. In fact, the worst she had ever done was pull a few pranks on her teachers and classmates.

She was only twelve, but she still had no idea why the villagers hated her so much. Her dream was crushed- she had been kicked out of the ninja school, she would never be able to become Hokage now. She had no friends or family; she was just alone. The only person who ever paid attention to her and praised her was the old man Hokage. He even tried to get her back into the school, but she didn't want him to be looked down upon for helping her, so she told him to stop.

Apparently her parents dropped her off at the gates when she was younger and told whoever was guarding the gates to take her in, or, that's what she had been told. Though, she had to admit she had a hard time accepting that. One time, she almost tricked the Hokage into telling her who her parents were, but he stopped himself and changed the story. She didn't hold it against him even if he were lying, after all, they could have been dangerous.

Her entire body was shades of black, blue, red, and green. Old bruises underneath new ones, and the new ones starting to turn blueish-purple. As a pair of ANBU members chased off the villagers, she pushed herself up on her feet and wiped off the dirt from her pants and wiped away the tears on her face, resulting in muddy streaks going across her cheeks.

"You need a medic," the one in the dog mask pointed out as he eyed the cuts on her body. She shook her head and started to walk off.

"No, I'm fine. I can take care of myself," she said. She had a First Aid kit in her bathroom for situations like these.

Sometimes she wished that she could be a shinobi of the leaf, but other times she wished that she could just kill all of the idiots who had ever laid a finger on her. But she knew good and well that if she ever fought back, the civilian council would see to her execution. She reached her apartment and unlocked it, using her key and walked inside before locking it behind her.

To be honest, it wasn't much, but this house was everything to her. It provided security and hid her from the gaze that the villagers gave her. She grabbed the alcohol from under the sink in her bathroom and poured it over the cut as she hit the top of the sink with her fist and cried out in pain. Luckily she always healed up fast; she had no idea why she did, but she knew that she would need stitches if she healed at regular time.

She cleaned the mud off of her face and switched into a new outfit, as the one she was wearing had blood and mud on it. She had long ago took down the mirror, so she did everything by feel. She just hated the way she looked, she hated the bruises and cuts and did her best so that she wouldn't have to look at her ruined body. She ran a hand through her hair before leaving the bathroom. She walked over of the house and locked it as she made her way to Ichiraku Ramen.

It was her favorite place to eat, and the owners never looked at her with those eyes. But she did often see them look at her worriedly whenever they caught sight of the bruises. She always made up an excuse of her being clumsy or something, to try and soothe them, but somewhere in her subconscious, she knew that they didn't believe her.

"Hey Naruto! Want some ramen?" the store owner asked.

"Yup! I was heading this way for it," she said as she stepped under the curtain and sat on the stool next to some guy dressed in a black cloak.

"The usual, then?" he asked. As she gave him a nod, he got to work with making the noodles.

The man beside her finished, paid, and left after a few minutes and her eyes followed after him as he left. She finished her ramen, paid, and thanked them before leaving the stall.

As she was leaving, she heard the yelping of an animal, so she raced toward the sound and seen several of the new genin kicking the poor thing. She created several clones and chased them off, screaming insults at them before picking up the puppy. She checked the collar, and it said that he was property of the Inuzuka clan.

It wasn't that late, so she made her way over to the clan home. On the way there, she patted the puppy's head and said calming words to it until the whimpering stopped. As she reached the gates, she seen a familiar face. "Kiba! Hey, I think this little guy needs some help! Can you get him to your sister?" she said.

He turned to her and sneered before walking over and opening the gates. "Yeah. Come on in, she'll need to know what happened," he said. She followed him to a separate building, and followed him inside.

Hana Inuzuka took one look at her before taking the puppy from her hands and placing it on the table. She turned and towered over her. "What the fuck did you do?!" she demanded. Naruto flinched and make eye contact.

"N-no, ma'am, I didn't do this! I was leaving Ichiraku's shop and heard yelping, so I ran over. A group of the new genin was beating him up, so I scared them off and brought him here," Naruto said before receiving a slap to her face. Tears fell down her face as she left running.

Why did people hate her so much? What did she do so wrong? She bumped into someone, and when she looked up to apologize, she realized it was the man from Ichiraku Ramen. "I'm s-sorry for bumping into you," she said, bracing for the punch. When it didn't come, she opened her eyes and seen him crouched down in front of her.

"Your name is Naruto, right? Why don't you come with me? I can help you. I can give you anything and everything you need," he said, a hand on her cheek.

"You're sure strange," she said. Her eyes widened and she backed away from him. "Are you some kind of pedo?!"

One of his veins on his forehead protruded as he shook his head. "I am not some kind of pedo as you call it. I'm just someone who happens to be good at finding potential talent, and I see that in you," he said.

"What's your name, then?" she asked.

"You can call me Madara, okay?" he said. Naruto gave a nod before standing up.

"If I agree, where would we go?" she asked.

"No where. We would travel a lot, though," he said. She breathed in deeply.

"I just might be crazy enough to say yes. Even if you turn out to be some kind of murderer, I would be better dead than be alive here," she said. He raised an eyebrow as he took her hand in his.

"What a risk. I probably won't kill you, rest assured," he said. "I'm going to put you under a genjutsu so that you won't be awake. We don't want to raise suspicion. " He picked her up bridal style before jumping from building to building until he reached the gates. The guards stood up, ready to fight when they seen Naruto passed out in his arms.

Time Skip: 5 hours

Sky blue eyes blinked open and looked around the room. She pushed herself up so that she was sitting up and sheets fell off of her body. She was in a bed with sheets draped over her.

"So you're finally awake, then, Naruto?" a voice said. She turned her head to the source and took in the man's features that she couldn't fully see last night. He had what could be called a mane of black, silky hair that fell down to his waist. But what was more impressive was his eyes; they were purple with rings.

"I'm awake," she confirmed. She dangled her feet over the edge of the bed as she faced him. "So, I'm curious, um.."

"Just call me Madara, okay?" he said.

"Alright, Madara. Why did you take me away from the village?" she asked.

"Because you will be beneficial to me."

"How so?"

"Here, let me start with an introduction. My name is Madara- Madara Uchiha, to be exact. I am the undercover leader of a group called the Akatsuki."

"Akatsuki, hm? What's the group's goal?"

"Peace. I plan to seal all the Bijuu- excluding you, my dear- inside statues and harvesting their powers to cast a genjutsu."

"Even though your plan seems lovely, that is not real peace. It won't work," she said.

"Sure it will," he said as he walked over to her and placed his hand on her cheek. "Won't you help me?"

"If I object?"

"Then I'll kill you."

"I have so many options, don't I?"

His eyes hardened as he stared deep into her eyes. "I don't want to kill you. You're precious, Naru-chan. I have watched you for a long time. You're beautiful both on the inside and outside. That's why I want you to help me restore peace to the shinobi world."

"I'll help. I don't know if it will work out the way you want it to, but peace..even faked, seems nice. This world needs more peace and love, you know?"