So, since it's kind of hard to find a Kushina fic about her life I decided to make one. Now I like some of the ones out there, but I'm going for a kind of angsty one. Simply because we don't know too much about her except that she's not from Konoha, that her country no longer exist, and that she has a personality similar to Naruto's. I'd imagine that to be pretty hard on a person. Maybe it's the reason why she was such a tomboy, huh? She needed to toughen up?

The birth was over, surprisingly, quickly. She had often heard how women could spend hours and hours in labour before the baby came but this one had no trouble at all. Painful as hell though. Natsuko glanced over to the side of the room where the child slept fretfully in its crib, tiny little hands opening and closing like a flower in bloom. Just as quickly she turned her head away in disgust.

'So here it is' she thought, 'the little brat'.

She had none of her mother's chestnut hair, only a flaming red mop to cover her head, the same as that man had had. Her eyes had not yet opened so their colour was unknown for the moment but Natsuko was certain she had his eyes as well. The idea surged through her like poison. His child. It was his child, not hers. She would have to care for it yes, feed it, clothe it, spend and spend and spend on it but 'it' will never be hers. It would only be that man's.

Her eyes darkened as she thought back to him. It was odd really. Some times 10, even 20 men a day she would pleasure and then never see again but it was him that came back to her when she saw her child. Who else had there been whom had held such a unique shade of red for their hair? At first that had been it but then the rest of his face began to fill out. The dull grey eyes surrounded by the well developed lines. The usual sent of alcohol secreting along with his sweat. His heavy body rocking quickly against hers with that horribly raspy voice whispering dirty words and phrases… and the hair. The shocking red hair speckled by a few grey ones as well. She knew 'it' was his.

A frail crying could be heard in the corner. Natsuko's head turned sharply in the direction of the crib but her body did nothing more. The wail soon started into a full blown cry for attention but still Natsuko refused to move. Eventually the crying got to her and she buzzed for a nurse then simply stared out of the window until someone arrived.

She knew her work at the tea house was over now. They didn't employ mothers. At first she thought she could destroy it. Yeah, that was a good idea. She could have paid for a proper abortion but if mama-san had found out she had become pregnant then she would still be terminated. The first thing they drilled into you when you arrived was contraception. However if they knew how many girls would forgo the condom in lieu of a large tip then they would be left with almost no staff. She couldn't risk the chance. Instead she had an 'accident'. She threw herself from the top of the main staircase only to hit her head on the bottom step, causing a nasty coma. When she had awakened she was already 7 months along. The little bitch survived.

"Natsuko-chan!" The nurse had burst though the doors, her face red and angry at the mother's lack of interest in her child. Immediately she went over to the baby girl and picked her up, soothing the newborn in her arms. She frowned over at her mother who did not even bother to glance over at the intrusion. The nurse looked back to the baby and sighed. This girl's mother couldn't have been more then 13 and yet here she was, now with a little girl of her own. The nurse didn't like it. 13 years olds should not have to be mothers or prostitutes but the slums of Taifu said different. The city was a threshold to decay and disaster. Poverty and yakuza ruled the streets, where people would die of starvation and simply be left to rot. Surely the hell of the Whirlpool country.

The nurse cradled the baby in her arms, now verging tears. This was not a place to raise young ones. However she held back her feelings of pain and focused on her short term goal, which was getting this child's mother involved.

"Natsuko-chan," she began sternly. "This is your daughter and you will take care of her. If you have any questions feel free to-"

"When can I leave?"

The nurse frowned. "You will be discharged as soon as you are fit to leave however," At this, she sat down next to the girl. "You need to be able to care for your child as well."

"How!?" cried Natsuko, her impatience showing. "How can care for 'it'? How can I pay for all that it needs!?"

The baby started whimpering again but the nurse remained calm. "There are various state programs designed to help single parents such just like yourself. You need only to apply for them." She gently touched the girls shoulder and offered a comforting smile.

It was quite sad really. This girl, this child, had remained in the hospital's care for the past two months. Labelled a high-risk case, she was declared a danger to herself and to her child and was therefore kept for monitoring. However, while she showed little interest in harming her child, she also showed little interest in the fact that she was carrying. As though her protruding belly was once again flat. Maybe it was really just an accident.

Natsuko glared at her lap, the nurse's words barely registering with her. She would never again make nearly the same amount of money she had been while working at the Red Lotus however… She could still make good money as a street walker. It was more dangerous though… rival girls and pimps always fighting for territory. Although with such connections there might be someone to watch the brat when she was busy… it could work

"Fine." she said lifelessly. "I'll give it a shot."

The nurse smiled in relief. At least she would try. "Here, try holding her."

Natsuko gently took the baby into her arms and stared as she slowly open her eyes for the first time. Grey. Curious, innocent eyes of grey. His child. Never hers, always his. To the nurse however, it looked like a mother finally accepting her child. She would go home that day with horribly misled thoughts and fantasies about a loving parent and happy child. How wrong she would turn out to be, but she would never know that.

"Have you though of a name?" She asked tenderly.

Natsuko froze. She had forgotten that she the right to name this child. But could she call it? A name popped into her head and then that was it. She would not waste anymore time on it.

"Kushina." She said. "Kushina Uzumaki."

The shouts where angry, as where the punches. Kushina pulled her knees up to her chest and covered her ears with her hands, humming softly to drown it all out.

"They always fight." She though bitterly. "Mommy gets angry, Jin gets angry at mommy and then mommy gets angry at me… She knows I've been bad." But she didn't think much of it at the time. It was just an apple. People get mad over worse, and she had been so hungry today. Mommy had forgotten to make her breakfast and she had been so hungry… What did it mean anyway? Paper and coins. The 4 year old had found some pretty rocks but no one was interested in those. They just want paper and coins. That special paper and special coins.

She stopped humming and slowly lifted one hand from her head. The angry noises had stopped and had lain for a new sound, desperate sobs. Kushina instantly covered her ears again. Mommy was crying. She did not like it when mommy cried but she never tried hugging her or kissing her to make her feel better. That was a no-no. Mommy would just get angry at her and slap and kick and say it was all her fault over and over again.

Suddenly the door burst open, light from the other room falling on lidded eyes. Kushina froze from her rocking and instead made herself as rigid as possible. Peeking under one eye she saw a shadowy figure in the doorway, a light bulb casting a halo from behind her head and glimmering off the scissors in her hand. Kushina screeched.

"No, Natsuko, don't!" It was forbidden to call her mommy.

"Get over here." Natsuko said emotionlessly. Kushina shrunk back further. "I said get over here." Kushina, knowing the consequences of further disobedience, slunk towards her mother, her body trembling in her presence. When she was in reach, Natsuko lashed out and dragged her closer by her arm. Kushina flailed her remaining limbs, screaming her head off. Someone somewhere in another room yelled at Natsuko to keep the brat quite. Slap!

"Natsuko, don't please!" Slap.

"You've been bad, haven't you!?" Slap.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Slap. "Natsuko, please, please, mommy I'm sorry!" Slap. Slap.

"Don't. Call. Me. Mommy." Each word accompanied by another slap. Kushina cried as she flung her little body about, but what can you do when your assailant is bigger and stronger then you? Her treatment that night was a full hour of slaps and kicks, as well as a few jabs with the scissors, in a knowingly useless attempt to make her stay still. Until, at last, Natsuko gave in and went to her bed to sleep. Kushina, exhausted from her struggles, found just enough strength to crawl under her mother's bed to hide from the monsters.

So there it is. I guess I'll wire another chapter depending on reviews.