Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhoods ❯ Childhood of Kakuzu ( Chapter 7 )

Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhood of Kakuzu

 

 

 

Summary: `Fairy-tale' complex parody, Kakuzu-centered. How Kakuzu became the man he is today.

 

 

Thanks: To my wonderful beta-er, Susan.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and all mentioned fairy tales (Sleeping Beauty, Humpty Dumpty, Snow White & The Nightmare Before Christmas & the Ugly Duck). All credit go to Kishimoto and authors or the mentioned fairy tales.

 

 

When Kakuzu was four years old, he knew that life sucked. Everywhere he went, everywhere he showed up, even in his own house, it was always the same.

 

Ugly.

 

Somehow, people always called him that every time they saw him. As though all humans carried the never-satisfied lust to humiliate him over and over again. Even his parents didn't hide the fact that they preferred not to look at his face.

 

So naturally, Kakuzu was a loner.

 

Kakuzu preferred to sit alone in the attic rather than go outside and make friends - for even the boys his age seemed to think he needed to be told he was a disgusting sight to behold a lot.

 

The attic was Kakuzu's kingdom.

 

There, no one could ridicule him. No one could call him names. No one could say what he already knew: that he was ugly.

 

There, Kakuzu could play for hours. He played he was a lost prince from a country far away, where people all looked like him. He played he was a hero in disguise, and that his face was only a mask to hide his true beautiful features.

 

Kakuzu also read a lot, because playing on your own gets boring after a while. Well, actually, Kakuzu couldn't really read, because he was four, so he stuck to picture books instead.

 

Luckily he owned quite a lot of those.

 

He loved the picture of how Sleeping Beauty hurts herself on the spinning wheel, and then falls asleep. Kakuzu knew he could never wake up the beautiful princess, because princes were beautiful, and he wasn't. But Kakuzu also knew that Sleeping Beauty was really clumsy. I mean, hello, she fucking cut herself on a spinning wheel. Really, if Kakuzu ever learnt how to sew or spin, he would make sure he would not stupidly hurt himself.

 

He loved the picture of Humpty Dumpty who had just fallen of the high tower. Kakuzu knew the King should have been happy with all the money he already had, instead of stupidly spending it on way-too-expensive workers to build an unnecessary tower to reach the sun. Really, Kakuzu knew that if he owned that much money, he wouldn't be so stupid.

 

He loved the picture of Snow White - of when the hunter gave the deers heart to the queen. Really, the queen was stupid. Didn't she notice right away that the heart was a fake?! Really, if Kakuzu were ever in such a position, he would -without a doubt- immediately see if the heart was a good and healthy human one.

 

He loved the picture of Jack and Sally, standing on top of a hill in the moonlight, in The Nightmare Before Christmas. It was always Sally who captured his attention. Sally, with all her stitches, was still a sight to behold. Really, if Kakuzu ever needed surgery, he wouldn't mind the stitches in the least.

 

And then there was his favorite picture.

 

A picture of the Ugly Duck.

 

Kakuzu just knew the story was about him. He just knew that he would bloom into something handsome one day too, and that people wouldn't call him `ugly' anymore.

 

 

Twenty years later, Kakuzu still hadn't bloomed.

 

So naturally, Kakuzu burned the picture of the Ugly Duck.

 

Then he learned to sew, made a small fortune which he didn't spend on anything really, and found a really good and healthy human heart. Then he tore his chest open, planted the heart inside, and closed the gaping wound with a ton of stitches.

 

All in all, Kakuzu was pretty satisfied with whom he turned out to be.