Kyle's Past (WIP)

[Kyle]

Clang

The sounds of kunai clashing flowed through the air.

Thud~

Takeo hit the ground with a loud thud, as his father quickly raised his kunai to his neck.

Takeo was a 6 year old boy at the time, with an abusive father who worked him day and night to become the next greatest ninja. He hated living there, and would have run away before if it weren't for his mother, who was the only kind being to him. Everyone else excluded him from their games, and groups, because he was part of the richest family in their town. The only people who came to his house were political leaders, of whom wanted nothing to do with him, except see his progress in training, like his father.

"Not good enough. Try again." His father said, and pulled away.

"Father, I've had enough training for the day!" Takeo exclaimed as he got up, groaning.

"I'll tell you when you've had enough training." His dad said, a blank, permanent scowl on his face. Then, he ran at him with his kunai. Takeo parried the first blow, and hardly the second, it leaving a cut on his cheek. He felt the blood flow down his cheek, but his dad just kept coming at him.

"Dad, please!" He yelled, dodging his blows, not ready to go in for the offensive after the last time.

"No." He said simply, and ran at him another time. Takeo dodged the first attack, but tripped on a rock behind him, and was hit directly in the arm with his father's kunai. It dug deep into his arm, leaving a large gash. His father laughed.

"DAMMIT!" He yelled, parrying his father's next blow, and moving in for the kill. He launched his foot into his father's stomach, and knocked him back a few feet. Then, he ran from him and crouched up against a large tree, clutching his arm, trying his best not to cry out in pain, or even cry, for that matter. His father looked at him, and simple chuckled.

"We'll never get any farther at this rate." His father muttered to himself, and walked back to the house.

"Bastard..." He commented as his father walked away. He heard it, and stopped abruptly in his tracks. He turned, and walked up to Takeo.

"What?" He asked, in more of a sort of growl. Takeo just looked at him for a few moments, unsure of what to do.

"I said... Bastard." He finished, looking at his father with a sense of pride. He finally stood up to him.

Smack

Takeo hit the ground as his father smacked him. He rubbed his cheek where he did, and started crying. His father had never hit him that hard unless they were training.

"BASTARD!" He repeated, and his father just looked at him with disgust for a few moments before closing the gap between the two. He then picked him up by the neck and held him against the wall.

"Listen, scum. If it weren't for your mother, you would be dead by now. I would have happily killed you a long time ago." His father said with an evil grin on his face. Takeo just watched in horror as he said these things.

"... Daddy..." He gulped, and cried harder.

"Daddy... please stop..." He gasped through sobs.

"TAKESHI!"

A woman burst through the house's doors, running towards the two. Takeo's father dropped him, and turned to face his mother.

"What in the hell are you doing to our son?!?" She yelled hotly as her rage boiled up inside of her. Takeo's father looked at his wife for a few moments, an evil, death stare on his face. Soon, he turned abruptly and walked back to the house.

"Mommy... daddy.. H-H-He hurt... me..." Takeo said between sobs as he showed her the cut. She quickly ripped the bottom of her shirt off and wrapped it around his arm.

"There, honey. That's to stop the bleeding..." She said with a faint smile.

**4 years later**

((I'll write more later... I'm tired atm, and can't think XP))