Prologue Leave Konoha
It was October tenth, a day to be celebrated of the defeat of Kyuubi. A festival went on, every child having fun, running around without a care in the world. But everyone ignored the mob that chased a single child away from the Festival.
This child had blonde hair and sapphire eyes. Blood ran down his face form a gash on his forehead. His white shirt stained from the blood. His black shorts stained crimson as well. He ran from a mob of both civilians adults and shinobi.
The boy was no more then six years old. Skinny from the lack of food and weak as blood seeped out of cuts on his body. He was having trouble seeing since blood from his forehead would seep into his eyes as well. Panting as he ran more, hopping to escape. He turned into an ally, but found it to be a dead end. No escape, he was soon cornered by the mob attacking him. A Kunai thrown at him and embedded itself into his shoulder. He cried out in pain but more knives and torched were thrown at him. Pain exploded at more objects were thrown at him.
Then he felt a heat explode in his stomach. Power poured from his small frame as he roared at his attackers. They stopped. Scared. Terrified. Hopping they wouldn't die tonight. Unfortunately for them, that wish did not come true.
Bodies laid every where. Blood splattered on the ground and walls of homes. Eyes lifeless, stared at the sky or at the ground, seeing nothing. A figure stood in one of the homes. Holding a sword, wearing Anbu gear, all except the mask. He had kill his clan. He stood in front of his parents lifeless forms. His mother's eyes shut in bliss, excepting death, but his father's eyes stared in horror at what his son had done, but dead non the less. He heard a sound from the front. His younger brother was home.
As his brother entered he looked at the bodies, scared. "Brother, what happened?" the older one stared at his younger sibling. "I killed them." "But , you couldn't have." "I'll show you that I did." and indeed he did. His eyes turned red with three tomae around the pupil, then the connected to the pupil to form a shuriken shape. His brother trapped in an illusion had to watch over and over again as his family died by the hands of his brother. When he was released, the older one knocked him out and left his first home forever.
The blonde child stood at the gates, covered in blood, his once sapphire eyes crimson now. He planned to leave but before he could, someone stopped him. It was the Anbu assigned to watch him, the one he called Ni-san. "where are you going young one?" the raven haired thirteen year old asked. His crimson staring into crimson as well. "I plan to Leave Ni-san. I can no longer live in a village that wants me dead." the boys Crimson eyes told of pain and sadness. So his 'Ni-san' decided to take him with him. "Come with me Naruto, I'm leaving this place, I'm joining a group called Akutski, you can come with me and gain power." the boy called Naruto looked at the older one, nodding his head in acceptance. "Alright Itachi-Ni-San." and with that, the two disappeared into the night, not to be seen for years.