If Smoke Could See

Title of Chapter: Can't Forget

Naruto POV

Finishing up with my training, it was around the time for my meeting with Lord Danzo. Deciding it was best to head out to one of the many Root headquarters that were around the village. I did this so I would not face any sort of punishment for being late.

Once there I waited. I presume the position like time and time before. Kneeling on one leg. My back is facing the huge double doors. I waited too long for Lord Danzo to arrive. There was another in the room but the presence disappeared just as fast as it came.

I felt the all too familiar chakra enter the room. A shiver ran down my spine as I heard his voice. Danzo is the person who found me after one of my many beatings from the villagers. He trained me into the perfect lifeless weapon that I am today. He is the one I should thank for being alive but then again all Lord Danzo has done for me is bring me pain. I have been torture day in and day out. Only when I am on a mission is when I am not brutally beaten and torture. There is nothing I could thank this man for. All Lord Danzo is a demon in human skin.

"Stand, boy." His low, eerie voice echoed through the room. I did as I was told and stood but that is all I did. I did not turn around because I knew the consequences of disabling his word. Speaking out of turn or speaking at all was never and will never be allowed.

"Turn and face me." As soon as the words left his mouth I did just that. My hands are still behind my back. Facing him for once I am glad I am blind. I hate this man plus, he is ugly. When I was younger his body was covered in bandages. No idea if he still is but his chakra has darkened and that is never a good sign. 

"You're as useless as ever. You can't even look at me. You are just a blind fool. I am glad the villagers took those beautiful eyes of yours all those years ago. Well, I should say I am glad I took those pretty blue eyes of yours." I shivered once more at the tone in his voice. I always knew he had something to do with the villagers taking my eyes. I just never thought he had the balls to admit it. Trying my hardest not to remember is always a struggle. I don't want to relive the last moments of me being able to see. In the end, I can not stop the memory from taking over. 

Sensitive Content Warning

The air was frigid, the night was dark, filled with creatures of the shadows. The village was a cold and cruel place to be at night but what am I saying it still is a cold place. I don't think it will ever change from being a cold, cruel, and very unforgiving place. That day was October 9th. The next day was my birthday. I turned 5 years old. I would like to celebrate my birthday for the first time. Eat cake and have it presented to you. Just like all the other normal kids. That is what I kept telling myself for that is what they kept telling me. The people from the orphanage kept telling me. I would get to be normal but what is normal? I still don't know the answer to the good-forsaken question. 

What I did not know was what would happen. I would never get to celebrate my birthday or eat cake or get to open any presents. I would instead have to run until they caught me, scream until my lungs could no longer breathe, and cry until there were no more tears.

Being the age of 4, not even 5 years old. I haven't even hit double digits. My birthday was tomorrow. They told me it was an early birthday gift yet the hate in their eyes said otherwise. I can never forget the hate in their eyes as they force me to run. There were no head starts. No, I was told to run and if I was caught, they said I would find out soon enough.