The Clown Prince of Akatsuki

As hectic as the world of shinobis could be, the interior of the mighty Konohagakure remained as peaceful as ever. With a Hokage as mighty as the Yondaime, even the legendary Kyuubi had to bend its furry knees and have its power divided.

Everybody knew, the whole world.

Minato Namikaze, alongside his almost weakened wife, confronted the berserk Kyuubi that threatened the existence of the entire Konohagakure itself and emerged alive, victorious.

With Kyuubi's chakra and soul divided, the mother of the Village— Kushina Uzumaki's gruesome death, peace kissed the village once again.

Everybody knows it.

My father, the all-mighty Yondaime, my younger triplet brother, Menma Namikaze, and my elder triplet sister, Naruko Namikaze...

And even me.

What did we know, you might ask?

Naruto, who remained seated at the last bench of the class with his eyes drifting around the busy streets near the academy smiled softly.

The death of my mother, Kushina Uzumaki, was my fault. During the first day of my birth, me, alongside my siblings were brought in from of the restricted Kyuubi. His Yang Chakra sealed within Naruko Namikaze, a beautiful, twin-tailed blonde that sat on the front seat of the class, with her rival, Sarada Uchiha.

Meanwhile, the Yin chakra was sealed within Menma, another blonde-haired boy remained accompanied with his fangirls, the most prominent being a no-name pink-head.

Usually, a being of chakra should be pretty much destroyed after having its chakra divided into two extreme parts, even Iruka taught the whole class the same thing. Alas, the divide of chakra happened to have unlocked something greater sealed within the monstrous being itself.

Sadly, the entity sealed within a monster as terrifying as Kyuubi could only be another monster that could even force the snarling fox to pee in fear, if it had the appropriate organs, of course.

As if agreeing to my words, the soft grey hair that had remained unkempt and uncut for far too long flew over my face, covering my vision as I was no longer able to see the light of the day, and yet, in the darkness, I found myself becoming a little bit comfortable.

After the being was finally sealed, Namikaze Naruto was no more. My existence... no, due to the sealed entity's existence within me being the reason for my own mother's demise, I grew up hated by all.

Swiping my grey hair back, I longed to gaze at my own reflection... my own ruby red eyes that matched the colour of my blood...

Ah... blood...

I long for it, too.

After all, Namikaze Naruto was no more.

I am but a plain ol' Naruto.

***

Smack!

A slap, far too slow in front of my trained eyes managed to land directly on my face, making my head flung sideways, bringing my hair alongside it as my kind employee gripped a fistful of my hair, pulling my body. A scowl carefully made a u-turn within me and failed to surface.

Story of my life.

A barely audible sigh escaped my lips. Child labour was non-existent within the village and yet, I have to labour through each day, just to eat. Not to mention, I have been using the same pair of clothes I received from the moment I was disowned.

My eyes fall on the round face of the pockmarked fatty, my kind employee, as the malicious grin that came with the confidence that the demon I was proclaimed as would not receive any attention from the might Yondaime humbled me. Everyday.

Another swift slap, at least, in the fatty's eyes, struck my already burning cheeks, making half of my face numb and almost instantly, the most basic endurance capabilities of the accursed Uzumaki clan appeared within me.

Things were as clear as they could get. I, a disowned brat, had the honour of receiving the mighty Yondaime's special treatment.

Getting beaten and broken every day. Although I did not like school hours, at least, they were a respite for me. And a slap at Minato's face as he couldn't stop me attaining the most basic rights of a villager.

It's sometimes funny, how a man can change just for a woman.

Did the Yondaime not hear of the quote— Son before hoes...

Although, calling my own mother a hoe seemed to be a little cruel. But the bitch named Anko dancing around the Yondaime's cock was definitely one.

Or so the rumours painted her.

Slap.

Oh, well, my daily treatment still isn't finished.

Spit.

With one lump of disgusting phlegm over my forehead marked the end of my daily session of the show of fatherly love as the fatty threw me back at the trash can, right where I belonged.

"Get late once again, and I'll break you!" The fatty snarled, but he suddenly laughed.

"Oh, well, it's not like you will escape my kindness."

True dat.

I smile at his words. His slaps were the only thing that managed to sting me, at least, physically. My heart, my thoughts, that wished the whole world to burn and me pointing at the scene while laughing, were definitely broken. No doubts.

Yet, after each sting, a soothing string of energy, that's right, the kind I am feeling right now would feel me, mend my wounds, heal the cracks that resurfaced within my thoughts of spiralling madness and made me realise that I am not alone.

I could never see it, really. The pale phantom arms that wrapped themselves around me. It was soothing and I would feel flattered every day. Even when insides the dumpster, these arms never cared for my state and always piled my back to a functioning human being.

As if it could feel my thoughts, the arms slid within myself, towards my chest and I finally stood up. Wiped away the spit that marred my oh so perfect face and got going.

No reason to wallow in sadness and despair...

When I can use this time to grow stronger and—

Make others sad and desperate.