Disclaimer: Again I'll follow the trend of these. I own nothing of this except the plot line.

Author Notes: I've been getting some really good review among the few I have for this story and it makes it fun to be the author :). Not much else to say so I'll move on with the story for now. Oh yeah, thanks for all the reviews! :)

To answer Bronx83: That's not the intention behind it what-so-ever but I do have a plan for it all. And to answer one part, Minato can be Hokage, but ANBU are ANBU, they're trained to be good.

I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain, I see the love, I see the hate, I see this world that we could make, I see the life I see the sky, I'd give it all to see you fly, Yes we wave this flag of hatred but you're the ones who made it- Young: Hollywood Undead

Chapter 4: Past is Past; Now is Now

He sprinted down one of the many alleyways that he had come to know in this vast city, desperately trying to get away. He could hear the thunder of their many steps following him where he ran, along with the occasional sound of feet on rooftops. He rarely ever outran it completely. Some would give up and go home but the rest, the ones who truly wanted it, would chase until they got what they wanted.

Knocking over trashcans and anything else that might present a problem in the path he continued to run as fast as his legs could carry him, practice at the making him resilient to the efforts that it took to run this long. He knew there were some he could never outrun. The ones on the roof, they always got him. Dashing out of the alley into a busy city street, he barely stopped to notice the lanterns, decorations, and revelry of the crowds during the festival. He dashed through the crowd desperate to reach the alley at the other end of the street since it was one that had an entrance to the sewers. If he was lucky on this occasion they wouldn't follow him down there. All he had to do was reach it before they caught him.

Sliding into the turn, the manhole in his sights, he ran. 'Almost there,' he thought almost joyously. But then he crashed into set of legs covered in black pants. Looking up he saw an ANBU mask and began to backtrack to the entrance. 'Maybe I can reach the one two blocks over,' he thought returning to his feet and turning around to face the entrance of the alley. Seeing the dark mass of shadows at the end he got scared. 'No, no, I thought I had put more distance than that between us!' he thought frantically, beads of sweat beginning to build on his forehead. He began to back away from the large mass of shadows forgetting the high ranked ninja behind him. When he backed into the ANBU's legs he as picked up by the collar of his shirt and thrown at the feet of the crowd, he could clearly see the malevolent smiles plastered on the faces he could see.

"Please, don't," he whimpered in fear as he tried to curl in on himself in a desperate effort to protect himself from what he knew was going to come.

-dark male chuckle-"So the demon asks for mercy? I see no reason to give you what you wouldn't give us seven years ago, monster. You are the reason my wife and daughter are dead. I have to watch everyday as you go about this village as if you did nothing, tricking many kind hearted people with your act of innocence. Well I'm tired of it. Today will be the day that we will be rid of the plague that is you. All I really have to say is good riddance, demon scum!" spoke the leader of the mob, a middle aged man carrying a butcher's knife. "Grab him."

He was violently grabbed by the arms and held up in the air. Try as he might he knew that the ones holding him were much stronger than him. Closing his eyes tight, he began to pray for them to at least be quick about the inevitable. A cold blade was place on his cheek and he heard the man from before speaking close to him.

"Welcome to our world you filthy demon!" he whispered as he pressed the heavy blade further into his skin, drawing blood.

-I guess I should warn you that this is my first time thinking up a torture so if good, bad, or just plain terrible let me know what you think-

"Put him on the ground," the order came and he was pressed down on the cold dirt of the alley. "Now make it so he can't escape."

He could hear the cold hearted laughter as apparently the leader of the mob chose several of them and got them to step forward. The world went silent for a moment until something was jammed into his left hand. His eyes shot open to see farming scythe impaled through his hand and continuing through to the ground. Another shock made him look at his other arm, this time a metal spike. Feeling the same in his legs he didn't bother looking to hard since the three point he felt let him know that one was a pitchfork, the other he didn't even want to know. All he wanted was for it to be over.

"Ready the whips," again came the harsh command. "And have the salt ready as well, I want him to feel this."

The sound of footsteps let him know that they were coming closer and sever faces entered his line of vision. And whips were what he saw. Leather, chain, serrated, they had it all. The first strike came across his chest with one of the serrated ones. He heard someone take something and it fall onto his chest making him scream out in pain. 'So this is the metaphorical salt in the wound, huh?' he thought to himself while he fought the sensations in his body, desperate not to shed a tear for them. But that seemed to be the signal for the all to begin. The slashes came from all directions, striking anywhere and everywhere. And it was made worse by the salt. (1)

After what seemed like an eternity they stopped. Thinking they were going to stop he slowly opened his eyes, only to have a hot knife shoved in his left one. He couldn't hold the tears back after that one.

"Tie him to the cross and get the barbed wire," came the leader's voice once more. The impalements were removed and he was lifted into the air again and slammed onto a hard wooden cross. (2) Ropes were tied around his arms and leg and he let his head drop down not giving the effort to try and be strong. He was roughly grabbed by the chin and forced to look at the man. His cold black eyes stared into his own blue ones. He was forced to look in those eyes as something was being wrapped around him, he could feel it was loose and little pricks and cuts spring up all over his body as it made its way up to his neck. The cold eyes continued to stare into his he raised his hand to the middle of their faces, a gloved hand holding the ends of barbed-wire lengths. A dark smile crept across the face of his tormentor. "Now demon, enjoy this," he yelled as the end of the wire were yanked hard, tightening it around the small body.

"NOW EVERYONE, COME TAKE A PISS ON THE DEMON THAT HAS PLAGUED US FOR SO LONG WITHOUT REPRIMATION, TEACH HIM HIS PLACE," he shouted to the cheering crowds and as they lined up to do so, their eyes met once more and he whispered in his ear, " You get what you deserve demon Uzumaki!"

()

Naruto shot awake, his breathing labored as he hunched over, the black wing pendant around his neck dangling. 'It's just a dream, it's just a dream,' he told himself over and over again. As he continued to rock in his state of shock he never noticed the door of his room opening and two people step inside with him. He jumped as he found himself in the embrace of his girlfriends and in a few years wives, Temari and Kimimaro(made him a girl, decided not to change the name). "Oh, it's you guys," he said trying to regain control of his breathing. Temari looked up at him, her hair falling behind her head as her deep teal eyes.

"Was it another nightmare, Naruto?" she asked gently. He stiffened and slowly nodded.

"Yes."

She shook her head slowly pushed him down on his back, with Kimimaro not letting him go. (No sex yet, at this point Naruto is 12, Temari is 13, and Kimimaro is 16.) "That was the past Naruto and this is the present, don't let it bother you to the point that this happens all the time," she laid down herself. "Get some sleep Naruto, we're here," she murmured as she and Kimimaro drifted off. Naruto remained awake, thinking about all that had gone on in his life in the past two years. Meeting his new brother…

Flashback

"Naruto was wandering around the Sand village trying to get used to the area and maybe meet new people when he heard what sounded like crying. Being one used to it he searched for the source and found it was a small red headed boy sitting in a sand box, playing by himself with some of the sand floating around him. Getting closer he decided to speak to the other boy.

"Hi, I'm Naruto, what's wrong?" he asked in his greeting. The red head jumped in surprise at the fact someone was talking to him and wasn't afraid of his sand. (3)

"Um, I'm Gaara," he murmured out. Gathering his courage he decided to ask the blond boy to play with him. "Um w-would you like to, um, p-play with me?" he asked expecting a no and closing his eyes for the coming answer.

"Sure!" Naruto said smiling. Gaara looked up at the first person who wanted to play with and couldn't help but ask his next question. "Um, a-aren't you afraid of my sand?" the timid read head asked.

Naruto couldn't help but smile and answer, "Nope 'cause I got some of my own, see?" he said releasing some of the Iron Sand in a cloud to let the other boy see. "Now let's play!"

And that little instance formed a bond of friendship between the two boys that would lead them to greatness.

Flashback end

…..rescuing Kimimaro….

Flashback

Naruto, Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro were searching through the underground facilities of the Kaguya clan for information on one of Naruto's bloodlines while the ANBU squads were assisting the mist ninja in taking down the Kaguya rebellion.

At the forks they had split up and Naruto had wound up in what seemed to be a prison of sorts. As he slowly made his way down the tunnel, inspecting the cells as he went past, he began to hear a person breathing. Running towards the end of the cells he looked in and saw what looked like a teenaged female Kaguya.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked the girl huddled in the corner. Her head shot up and he noticed she seemed to be expecting someone else. Her eyes grew suspicious as she slowly stood and stumbled closer to the cell bars.

"I am not injured," she said in a monotone.

"Well lets get you out of there," Naruto said summoning some of the Iron Sand from his large jacket and using it to break the locks on the door. As soon as it was open the girl charged him tackling him to the ground.

"I am grateful that you have released me but I am afraid I must kill you," she said without a hint of remorse in her voice, growing a bone spike in her palms, preparing to strike him. But he took a page from Gaara's book to gain the upper hand.

"Iron Sand Coffin!" he shouted raising his palm in a motion to pick something up. The unknown girl was quickly surrounded by a lump of black sand and floating in the air above him. "Now let's talk about this like civilized people shall we?" he asked standing and bringing out his own bone spikes as well as forming a variation of armor he had been working on using what little he understood about the nature of the Kaguya's famous Dead Bone Pulse. The girl's eyes went wide at the realization of what he could do and quickly began to explain things.

Flashback end

…. and finally his first kill, well first that he actually did instead of it being something done in a fit rage or by accident….

Flashback (sorry about their being so many of these if you don't like them, I'm just trying to add some back story and memorable moments of his to it all)

The squad was on their first mission ever it was to protect a caravan of merchants from bandits or in Baki's case rogue ninja.

Naruto was walking at a steady pace, the ends of his white robes(4) fluttering around the ends of his legs as the caravan trudged through the sands of Wind Country toward the forests of River, then moving to the Hidden Leaf Village to sell their goods and make the return trip.

As they were passing the edges of the sands and into the plains that lead to the forests of River he noticed movement and signaled Baki-sensei who signaled back that he was aware of them. As they moved forward into the grasses the hidden enemies 'ambushed' them. The one that came for Naruto was thrown onto the ground and pinned there by his lithe body. He grew his bones to attack but found himself faltering. Baki-sensei walked up to him holding two of the bandits by their throats, slowly suffocating them. The ground next to Gaara was stained red while the sand shield around him fell apart. Numerous cuts and slashed covered the body at Temari's feet, while the man with Kankuro was thrashing in Crow's grip while the poison slowly took its toll. "Kill him Naruto," Baki ordered. Naruto raised the sharpened spike to impale the man couldn't bring himself to give the final thrust.

"I-I can't Baki-sensei," he mumbled. Baki sighed.

"Naruto, would he give you the same mercy? Would he think twice about killing you? Would he hesitate to run off recuperate and then do things like this all over again? Would he hesitate to rape, plunder, and murder? If he wouldn't then you shouldn't think twice about killing him and any like him whether they hold and honest face or hide behind believable lies, now kill him," Baki ordered once more.

Naruto looked in the man's eyes and saw that what Baki-sensei said was true, and people like him needed to die. Naruto's eyes hardened become a deeper blue as he tightened his muscles to finish it. "Die you filthy mother-fucker1" he shouted as he sent the bone through the man's chest, impaling his heart and killing him instantly.

Flashback end

As he realized he need his rest, Naruto began to drift back to sleep, remembering that tomorrow they would be starting out to the Chunin Exams in Konoha. Oh how he couldn't wait to show them what he had become.

And finished. Spent nearly two hours typing this up from the top of my head so hope it wasn't to bad.

(1)-If you ever have actually had salt put on a wound, it burns like hell. It really kinda does help towards healing but man it hurts!

(2)-Hope I'm not offending anybody by using the cross as the place he was put on, its just not really something there much substitute for with whole demon thing

(3)-At this point they're about ten, which I think is around the time when Gaara's uncle Yashimaru(?) took the job to kill him, pretend it hasn't happened yet.

Well tell me what you think about it and what you think could be improved on.