Author's Notes...
I did this as a small little ramble thing in a way that I would write my own diary... can you believe I actually write my diary (it's more like a journal) in this kind of concept. And I did it in little less than a half an hour. I was sitting here thinking about stuff while I was playing FreeCell and then I made up a little setting and all that other stuff, and I got this idea. And my fingers just went at the keyboard and created the words from within my brain and I couldn't stop. Thus this. The prolouge. Stange but awsome.

I hope you like what I've written so far and the next chapter is actually forming in my head as we speak. I tremble in excitement.

Disclaimer: I do not own green eggs and ham, I do not own them Sam I am. I do not own Naruto, I do not them, Arigato.

ENJOY

Prolouge

...Dear Diary (corny)

I don't know how it started exactly, or maybe I'm just still in my little denial induced head about the whole matter, other than that when it started exactly I have no clue.

Maybe it started when I was born?.. Maybe.

You see my mother died from internal bleeding, all because of me. My father and dear uncle blamed me for her death for as long as I can remember. And I hated them for it.

They can't blame me anymore because of the accident that left them DEAD.

Not that i'm complaining. I did feel a bit sad but only for my uncle, because even though he blamed me, he still took care of me for the majority of my childhood and kept me safe from my abusive and drunkard of a dad as much as he could.

And had my mother still been alive I wouldn't have had all the hard earned life lessons I've had. Or seen the things that I've had in my 16 years of living.

Not that I actually learned from the life lesson shit. I'm still a bastard whose mean and crude. But i'm silent most of the time and like to keep to myself.

My sister says it's freaky that the only time I talk is when i'm sleeping (oh, those are very... VERY rare times indeed) or absolutely have to because of authorative figures and such. Che, whatever.

Other than that, how I ended up in a private boarding school for the talented is such a big mystery to me, even my siblings Kankuro and Temari.

Well... I am talented. (...I have such a big fucking ego... ignore it, for my sake)

My sister tried to explain it to me so many times but I don't think it's at all possible.

How the hell did I end up with a godfather as rich as that asshole Shukaku anyway?

It couldn't have been my father, he was a broke ass mutherfucker who, when he had money, spent it on bottles of vodka and packages of cigarettes or poker games with absolute strangers at the casino. I'm not sure if he ever went on the slots, but I wouldn't doubt it at all.

Maybe it was my mom. I was told she went to collage and had many friends, maybe Shukaku was one of them and she decided he was the best to be godfather?

I probably will never know.

Hm, If I ask the asshole I'd doubt he'd tell me anyway. He keeps to himself almost as much as I do, if not more so. He didn't even look at us when he came to get us after our father died.

He just told us to 'get in' and opened the door to a very nice sports car.. or at least I think it was a sports car. I wouldn't know, i'm not into what's 'in'.

Anyway we got in and drove until the stars were out and the sun was long gone.

My sister and brother were both sleeping, because I could tell from the way Kankuro was snoring and Temari had a little bit of drool trailing out of her mouth. I could also tell by the way their eyes were closed, but it's funner to tell you all about their icky sleeping habits that they are most likely aware of in Temari's case, or unaware in Kankuro's case.

I wonder if I did sleep, would I have icky habits?... (crickets chirping in the background)

Okaaay... nevermind.

We drove to Shukaku's place and he gave me the liberty and privilege of waking the slumbering siblings.

I crackle laugh evilly in delight.

You see Shukaku lives near the ocean, so it's like a beach resort house thing, except he owns it and it's his actual house.

He looked at me weirdly when I followed him to the door, and his eyes darted to the car where my siblings were. I gestured to the door.

I needed cups first to complete my task.

Obviously he didn't care so he opened the door and his beady little eyes followed me to the kitchen which was up in a loft like thing, and I could tell it was a kitchen because I noticed the fridge.

So I got my cups and filled them with about 3 quarters of water and made my way back out.

Wheather he was standing at the door watching with an amused smirk or a disapointed smirk I couldn't tell. It was a smirk though.

My siblings were still sleeping and with a grin threatening to spread over my features, I splashed them with the water.

I then proceeded to run into the house past a now laughing Shukaku.

That was probably my most enjoyable memory of when Shukaku was actually there. The rest are either boring, annoying or hell... I just don't want to remember. But a week later we were here before school actually started going up to our rooms that we were assigned to get accustumed to the place.

I would thank Shukaku for not seperating me from my siblings, but then that would be admitting that I actually like their company, and I dont want them to know that.

The place is really rather grand and shit. There's the main buildings for the actual school part, then there's some buildings away from the school part that serve as dorms.

Lordy lordy.

The dean must have been drunk or something to allow boys and girls to actually share dorm rooms. Well it's more of a house or apartment would be more appropiate.

You see, there's the kitchen, living room, and then there's 3 bedrooms down the hall and at the very end of the hall is the bathroom.

It's stange because this place doesn't even have a cafeteria or somewhere where students can buy food. That's the way of those rich folk schools I guess. I actually like it. I'm very self councious and I really hate it when people watch me eat with the exception of my siblings of course because they were the ones who would force me to eat when my father wouldn't give me anything for days at a time.

I shouldn't reminisce, it'll only bring back other... unwanted... memories.

I should get going. My sister is yelling at me about unpacking my clothes or some shit like that. Can you believe they actually dragged me to go shopping for new clothes? The nerve.

Author's notes...
There you have it. I hope it was as amusing to you as it was when I was writing it. I was really smiling big when I wrote the little part where he remembers about when he first met Shukaku. Hah. I like it.

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