So I had this idea in my head for a while and it had to get out sooner or later... this is my first story annnd... hopefully you'll like it, if you read it!!
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Chapter 1.
Breaking out
"Naruto-sama!" A cute, kind of hot secretary walked into his large and neatly furnished office.
"What is it Mina-chan?" Naruto sat at a beautiful oak desk and in a large, dark leather chair.
"Ah, Shoji-sama told me to report to you that Konoha will be sending emissaries with negotiable alliance contracts within the week."
"Huh. A little late of the uptake for Konoha… Thank you Mina-chan, you can go." Mina left, leaving Naruto to contemplate his past.
"How did this all begin anyways?"
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A small, three year old Naruto walked out of his preschool building alone, not bothering to spare a glance in the direction he was going. He knew how to get home. Hokage-jiji showed him once, and that was enough. He never liked going outside though, not anywhere except Ichiraku really, even though people could still see him there. Everyone in Konoha was mean to him, with all the stares, the looks, and the mutterings that they thought he couldn't hear.
'Demon? I don't get it'. He never knew what to make of their spite for him. He hated it in Konoha.
He arrived at his small apartment and immediately crawled into his bed. Lying down, he stared up at the cracked and chipped ceiling blankly.
"I don't like it here," he muttered to the sadly painted ceiling. After napping, he decided to make some ramen but had run out, so he timidly walked down to Ichiraku's.
"What can I get you Naruto? Teuchi asked kindly, itching his neck with his ladle.
"And why do you look so down? Something wrong?"
"Nothing oji-san, just everyone being weird here again, Naruto replied glumly.
"But I think a chicken ramen will make me feel better!" he said, turning his mouth upwards into a wide grin.
"Good choice, I'll have it ready in a second."
Rather than eating his food intensely, Naruto ate slowly, his young mind in as deep thought as he could generate.
'I wonder if jiji would let me move away from here. Probably not... He pays for the apartment anyways. This place is… mean. I wonder if people everywhere else are nicer than here? It's probably better than here anyways. All the traveling merchants are nicer'. Finishing the last of his ramen, Naruto made a quiet resolve to leave Konoha. Over the next week, he thought of ways to leave, as the gates were constantly guarded by ninja who seemed to notice and observe everything. Not to mention the ANBU everywhere, who always seemed to be a looming threat.
At first, Naruto thought of attempting to fool the ANBU by cosmetic trickery, but after seeing a seedy merchant trying to disguise drugs as simple cooking ingredients and being violently apprehended, Naruto immediately thought against it. Eventually, Naruto turned to ninjutsu as another possible option. He observed gennin in the academy showing off by creating bunshins and henging them and such and made up his mind to learn bunshin. The only problem was, he didn't even know how to mold chakra.
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"Hiiiiiiiiii jijiiiii!!!" Naruto yowled out as he kicked open the Hokage office door.
"What is it this time, Naruto?" Sarutobi peered at Naruto over his mound of paperwork.
"I need some help. I wanna learn how to use chakra so I can avoid the villagers." Naruto's actions were a quick dip from his boisterous entrance, his eyes to the ground and his voice scratchy and barely audible.
"And how then would you use the chakra to avoid the villagers? I do believe that you'd need to learn how to use techniques as well." Sarutobi's mind went through the motions of logic, finding chakra enhanced jumps as well as henges to be the most reasonable.
"Um, I saw a lot of ninja's running on buildings really fast and I was thinking I could learn that. And there are a lot of academy kids that can change how they look with chakra. I wanna learn how to do all that!! … And stuff!!" Sarutobi looked at the small boy with amusement.
"Alright, if you think you can. I have a scroll here that details how to sense your chakra. It might be a little hard to understand, but come find me if you have any difficulty. Is that okay?"
"Sure old man!! This is gonna be awesome!!!" Naruto cheered as he exited the office.
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Six months passed, and Naruto had persevered in his chakra training. The daily hate filled glares and murmurs were a constant reminder of his goal to finally leave this place full of anger. Even more, he felt somewhat prepared to leave his most hated hometown. He had enough money saved up to last him maybe three months, and had his possessions neatly ordered for quick departure at any time. There was one last skill he needed to master though, the bunshin.
He had mastered the basic chakra control exercise based on having a leaf stick to your forehead as well as float off of your forehead. Extending his knowledge of chakra control, he tried to imitate the many ninja he saw on a daily basis, who always ran around on the sides of buildings and effortlessly made superhuman jumps from building to building, tree to tree. He had gained a rudimentary grasp of running along the sides of walls as well as using chakra to allow things to stick to him. Interestingly, falling asleep on training grounds allowed him to wake up to ninja practicing their techniques to where he could observe them.
He had also mastered the henge, which, in tandem with sticking to things, became a key tool in his pranks and escaping from the angry individuals that he targeted.
But the one skill that had consistently eluded him was the bunshin. After training in chakra exercises constantly, he had gained a limited sensitivity to amounts of chakra usage. By paying close attention to the ninja he saw performing techniques, he began to gain a grasp of their chakra amounts between techniques. But the one thing that confused Naruto was that in some bunshins, the chakra level was abnormally low while in other bunshins, the chakra level was enormous. Confused by that expanse of chakra difference, Naruto first attempted the smaller one after noting that it would be easier and had less hand seals. Unfortunately, each time he tried, his clone looked like it had been grinded in between two very large rocks.
After deciding that he couldn't perform the lesser one, he decided to try performing the more chakra concentrated bunshin. He observed the ninja practicing their techniques, constantly running through their seal orders in order to perform their technique correctly.
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After a week of searching for the ninja actually performing the technique, then observing and committing the handseals to memory, he experimented on his technique and incidentally fell unconscious from exhaustion. Fortunately, he wasn't on a roof or anything. When he finally awoke, he growled to himself in frustration as he surmised that he was either to weak to use either bunshin.
'It's not fair!!!' he ranted in his mind. He thought everything was okay and going in the right direction, but then at the last second, he had to get jilted by a roadblock that was chakra usage.
'Fuck the roadblock,' he thought and resumed attempting the bunshin again. Unfortunately, living in a ninja village had expanded his exposure to profanity exponentially, which would ultimately screw with his future quite a bit.
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He had finally mastered the higher-powered bunshin. After nearly two months spent in and out of consciousness, he could not only form one bunshin, but ten, at will. He remained focused on his goal of leaving the village, with the villager's hateful glares and whispers all around him day after day. He felt a small amount of guilt at what felt like betraying the Hokage and old man Teuchi, but not even they could excuse the madness that the rest of the village retained. Well, unless if Teuchi came up with a super awesome ramen that like... made him addicted or something...
Approaching his 4th birthday, he believed he finally had everything ready to leave. He had nearly 6 months worth of savings as well as a small pack that held what he considered his essential supplies— a toothbrush, toothpaste, a large tin cup, a large box of matches, fishing hooks, a small tent, and a sleeping bag. Now all that remained was to orchestrate his escape.
To his knowledge, the Hokage didn't know anything about his abilities, and because of that, Naruto felt confident in his ability to mislead him. He figured out that by allowing his rusted out gas main to leak in his apartment, he could use a bunshin to ignite the gas as a diversion in order to 'disappear' himself. Grinning at the thought, he prepared his diversion the night of his birthday.
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He woke up and immediately henged himself as an old crone and used his pack as a hump back. He performed a bunshin who turned on the gas and allowed it to begin to spread around his apartment, and then set out to leave. Shuffling slowly through one of the less celebratory streets, he moved at a snails crawl, going the long way to the village gates. The village perimeter was 20 miles around, including the forests and took the better part of the day to span. His patience had begun to wane in the first fifteen minutes of his walk, so he had tried to entertain himself by playing a game where he stared at the villagers and tried to make them uneasy with his crone henge. After getting bored with that, he decided to try counting ninja in the vicinity, starting with the hitai-ate's, and then looking for the more subtle hints. Finally, less than a quarter mile from the village gates, Naruto allowed his bunshin to trigger what he had been waiting for all day.
The explosion rocked the building, concrete, glass, and wood all showering the street below. Villagers around it cowered at the sight of the smoking building, but slowly tilted their frowns into vindicated smiles as they saw whose apartment it was.
Naruto shared the grin as he left the village at a full run. The guards had not even bothered to stop him as at the moment, they were on their sixth round of sake and all on the verge of vomiting.
He didn't stop running at the tops of trees until daylight hit the forest he was running in. Thoughts of freedom, of liberation from the tangible hatred within the village flooded his mind as he whooped with joy while jumping from branch to branch, across the plains, wherever he was traveling. Upon entering a fifth forest, he slowed to an exhausted hop and attempted to lie down on a tree but fell off and knocked himself unconscious upon hitting the dirt.
Hours later, Naruto found himself being poked awake by a strange, cloth covered, foreign appendage.
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Well, chapter one is done. Naruto has 'apparently' successfully left the village, whether it was due to the Hokage's unspoken allowance as he is still technically a citizen and able to leave whenever he chooses, or completely blindsiding the Hokage and leaving without his discovery while simultaneously faking his death. Who knows.
He's a little less ADD than your average child because he's slightly autistic, although I'm just building the character- I guess we'll have to see where he ends up, right? Woot
Holler back homies.