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CHAPTER 1

Contemplation

In the dark sat a young boy of five or six, he was still, quiet, and focused on his current line of contemplation.

'Why do they all hate me? I haven't done anything too bad, have I? No, my pranks started after their hate, and their hate started before my first memories. So why? I'm different, I know that, my mind works differently than others close to my age, I think more like a teen than a child, but I never show this to anyone, so they can't hate me for... that's it, maybe the reason they hate me isn't because of the way I am but because of what made me the way I am, as stupid as that sounds. My odd abilities and tendencies have to have come from somewhere, but where?

Silence was his answer, he hadn't expected an an actual answer but he couldn't help but hope.

*sigh*"I'm getting nowhere and I'm hungry anyway, I'll think about it more later"

As the boy left his home he winced, the sun always hurt his eyes, and not always after having just come from the dark, on the other side however, he could see in the dark as easily as if it were day.

His eyes fluttered back open, becoming adjusted to the light, at least in part, revealing a brilliant deep blue. The light, he found, still hurt his eyes so he shook his head and allowed his spiky blond hair to cover his eyes as a sort of visor.

Walking onto the street he fixed his face with an impish grin that stretched his whisker marked cheeks far and wide, hiding his depression from the hateful gaze of his fellow villagers.

After fifteen minutes enduring the murderous glares, our blond friend reached his destination, Ichiraku Ramen.

"Naruto-kun! How are you doing today?"

Still grinning Naruto replies, "good, Ayame-chan! Even better now that I can get some of your ramen!"

"well I'm glad that I can make such an impact on your day."

'you do more than you know Ayame-chan', "umm... Whats 'inpact' mean?"

*giggle* "Impact, means several things, what I meant was, I'm glad that I could change your day in a good way, see?"

"YEP! Wow, your really smart Ayame-chan!", 'And kind, and beautiful, not to mention a great cook'

"Well thank you Naru-kun, aren't you sweet"

"Heh, I try"

"so, what can I get you today?"

" I think... I'll have... five, no six, bowls of miso ramen!"

" Alright, I'll get right on it."

" Thanks Ayame!"

"So, are you excited?"

"For what?"

"You start the Academy soon, right?"

'Damn, forgot', "OH YEAH! It'll be great! I'll be a super ninja in no time! Believe It!"

*giggle* "I do. I know you'll be great, just do your best."

"Thanks, I will!"

LATER THAT NIGHT

*sigh* 'I wish Naruto-kun would stop using that fake smile around me, but I guess it won't happen until the villagers stop with their foolishness... or until I can finally get him to crack'

She was on her way home and the blond still pervaded her thoughts, it had been two hours since he left her to tend her fathers shop in solitude but still he was there in the back of her mind.

As she entered her house she could smell an all to familiar scent, her father had been drinking again. Ever since her mother had died in the Kyuubi attack her father had been drinking more and more, he became more angry, and only when he was at the stand did he act decent.

She went in as quietly as possible but she knew he knew she was there, he was after all an ex ninja, although he was never that high up in the system. She didn't want to anger her father, she feared him, although he never hurt her, the looks she would catch from time to time unnerved her to no end.

" Ayame-chan, mere fer a mint"

She flinched at his voice but made her way to the kitchen where his voice came from.

"Hai, Tou-san?"

" I kno yer tird from werk but I wanned to say g'night"

" Thank you, goodnight Tou-san, do you need me to help you to your room?"

"Dat't be nice"

As she helped him to his feet she couldn't help but feel disgusted, with herself for her kind nature, even to those she didn't care for, and at her 'father' for his smell, his hatred of Naruto, and his wandering hand which now rested upon her breast.

"T-tou-san? Can you please move your hand?"

"Sommin like this?" he asked as he groped her roughly.

"ACK! No, I meant REMOVE your hand!"

"Why? I'm sure yous'd let dat fuckn' demon brat touch you"

"No I wouldn't and that's not the point, your my father!"

"So? Fathers has needs too, and you've growd so much, yous looks lik your muther, besides I just want a taste, I proms yous'll like it"

Even in his drunk state he was able to overpower her, forcing her to the ground and kissing her forcibly, his hands began to wander and she tied to scream, but his mouth on hers wouldn't allow it.

THERE IS A RAPING HERE BUT I REFUSE TO RIGHT SAID RAPE SCENE BECAUSE I HATE RAPE WITH A PASSION THAT CANNOT BE EXPRESSED IN WORDS ALONE, BUT ITS NEDDED FOR THE STORY SO I SHALL LEAVE IT AS IMPLIED.

Tears streamed down her face, bile rose in her throat at the thought of what her 'father' did to her, she lay there for a long time before she gave up her consciousness.

CHAP END

The first chapter is mostly to set a couple of things up for the future, but you'll have to wait and see.

I've been told my style of writing is a bit odd so if there is anything you think I should work on I'd like it if you let me know.