In a sea of hatred, Konohagakure, or better known as the will of fire. Where naivety is not an option, now thrust upon the seat of cruelty and isolation, the demon shall arise.

Flourishing in the blood of his oppressors, enemy's. The boy will illuminate, emanating true despair upon those willing or not.

Through the beautiful Bloody flower, higanbana…

The tale of a boy who knows despair, fondness for the flower named higabana.

Naruto Higabana, a name to be feared, to be remembered for century's, if not eternally.

October 10th

There are those who hate. Those who follow as to not be spited, outcasted. Or those who watch with pity, or who spectate finding enjoyment.

Simply there are many people, but many alike are hypocrites. Those who are truly good are rare, and matters a lot on how you define 'good' as.

The main thing is why? Why me…

I will not say I'm some angel, but I'm no devil either. Within my brain I rationalise the possible reasons, the insults, glares, torture, etc.

But I can't… their isn't any. My Jiji(Grandpa), the 3rd Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi had said that they fair the unknown when I inquired.

So… maybe it was beautiful red hair? Maybe my violet eyes that glisten, reflecting the light emanating from the full moon today.

Or could it be because I'm confident in my natural good looks? I have no clue why… it all started a year ago on my fifth birthday October 10th.

Flashback~

Beaten and bloodied. Cuts of glass shards, piercing wounds included, inflicted by various pointy objects such as kunai's, needles, wooden stakes, anything with a sharp end practically.

Bruises from blunt objects or fist and foot, either way both hurt. It hurt… very much…

My eyes were fading, irises dulling looking like one of those egotistical Hyugas… just looking on with ushered tears that couldn't be commanded to stop, to my dismay.

Was this what hell was like, had I always been in it? I could feel the hate, and KI (Killer intent) permeate through the darkness that shrouded my consciousness, making it difficult to muster the courage too even circulate the air too keep my life a float.

then it occurred the feeling of numbness, that must mean I was drifting off, and I don't like it at all… why did this have to be me…

Slowly time slowed.. That's what it felt like, so my death closed in I guess… huh, pathetic..

Eyes dimmed, barely even open, half lidded. Then, Dark! But my eyes were still open? Did the villagers damage my sight? if they did I can't tell anymore…

Then red? And outlines of gray bodies, varying sizes. A flower? Red, radiating familiarity, coldness.. that was warm..? As it slowly glided downwards as it landed upon my chest.

Involuntarily a smile spread across my face. Slowly my senses came back. Hearing the mutters of curses, "Demon brat/ Damn fox is laughing at us/ Let's cut his mouth!/ Let's see you smile after this!" A lot of foul mouthed idiots.

But one thing I found interesting was I could sense their fear.. my surroundings still black with the one flower? The name that I hadn't the clue of.

More flowers raised around me. Unknown too my knowledge the civilians and lowly ranked ninjas vision had gone dark and had witnessed this scene of flowers sprouting from nowhere.

More cries of "Demon/ Fox brat" etc came out as the ninja 3 chunins having somewhat of an idea of what was going, but still the fear lingering off them, obvious as the sun.

Only one had the brains to scream "KAI!" But to no avail, next all three called out "KAI!" Fervently but nothing…

Seeing the ninja pale and afraid the civilians had soon too reflect them. Some shaking and sounds of chattering teeth making the ominous feeling heighten.

Some crying as one of the ninjas took initiative to try to land a killing blow on Naruto in attempt to stop this weird genjutsu.

The flowers had already spread as they wrapped around the attacker growing, constricting him right before Narutos neck, Kunai merely millimetres apart.

The flowers tightened, the strength surprising the chunin. About to call for help as that was muffled by the beautiful red flowers that had completely submerged him in red.

If he was dead or not unknown. Screams and cries called out as they tried to run. All in vin as all was covered in darkness, that was endless.

The red flowers grew until they met the feet of the offenders. Narutos gaze landed on them. Eyes half open, almost asleep, no more wounds only tired.

Within those curious violet eyes was no more. Replaced with the cold reality of the world and a red flower that replaced his irises and sclera. Looked vibrant with life.

Almost alive and omnipresent. Looking too deeply would cause one to fall in a hypnosis like state and all would become null, feelings, the meaning to their existence, coming up blank, and as they glanced upon these eyes they despaired.

With that they surrendered, no hopes nor life, they had died within the field of red glowing flowers…

…Before they even knew what had occurred…

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My birthday has once again come… but this time is different. I smile, walking down the red light district.

Garnering the attention of civilians. Their glares, no longer faze me, no longer cause pain, or cause me to curl up and cry at night.

This feeling of invincibility all started that night. Oddly their were ones that didn't stare with hate or fear but they were odd..?

They smiled, but it wasn't a normal one like my jiji, it was very suspicious..

Like they were hungry? Sometimes I thought of giving them food, but I didn't have the luxury to be so gracious, caring.

Women are very peculiar creatures, the ones that wear revealing clothes that is. I assume they must not have the money to buy thicker clothes.

I asked jiji why they were like this but he started up a coughing fit and looked proud? And annoyed?

I was 5 at the time, apparently I'm not of age to know such things… till now, I'm still curious.

I asked if I could ask them. He had sweat and coughed some more, immediately denying, going as far as forbidding me to even approach them.

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Hokage Office