Atelophobia (n.)
Fear of imperfection.
"look at him, he's adorable aunt"
"don't touch him, check what his label is first dear."
The blond newborn was turned on his stomach, a dark black mark, his "label", was seen spelled vertically on his small back. The child began to cry as the doctor forcibly held him down to further inspect the label, a look of disappointment soon became a look of disgust as the doctor immediately freed the newborn of his hold. His attention was then focused on the scarlet haired mother; telling a mother that his child has already failed in life was never easy.
The scarlet woman laid exhausted on the hospital bed. After hours of intense labor, she was practically dead with exhaustion. The look of hope in her eyes soon died the moment her eyes met the doctor's.
"I'm afraid he's imperfect Ms.Namikaze"
The statement that would change her life, was finally stated. Scarlett eyes grew wide, fear flashed across the mother's features. She began to tremble, soft sobs soon escaping her. The teenager beside her held her expression stone cold.
"Would you...like to keep him? Adoption is always an option ma'm"
"of course I want to put him up for adoption! You know what the punishment for keeping him is!"
The words left her before she could think, and regret flooded her quickly as they took the newborn away. The blond cried and cried the further they took him, as if he knew where he was being taken. Nobody looked his way because they knew what had to be done with the imperfect children who were born living instead of dead.
They began the labeling process.
The newborn was carried into an empty room, nothing but four white walls, tile white floor, and a table was inside. The doctor, although hesitant, placed the infant on the cold table; the child began to cry immediately.
"I apologize for this in advance little one."
A stamp was held out, words began to write themselves on it's dark black ink. Loud, weird, alienated, foreign, dumb, violent; all kinds of words were imprinted on the stamp. The medic patiently waited as the words halted, then held the child down, and pressed the stamp on his back. The crying suddenly halted, and all that was heard was the child trembling below the harsh ink.
"I'm sorry."
The stamp was off now; the child had fallen asleep.
"Naruto Uzumaki is your name little one. I wish you luck on your harsh journey, next stop, the adoption center."
End of prologue.
Birth of A Hero.
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Atelophobia (n.)
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