Naruto + Ino Pairing D.P= Different Point of view F.B= Flash Back
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Please Note that this is the first chapter. I plan to write about 60 altogether. Updates every day! Please bear with me. This is going to be an epic story. Belive it!

P.S - I don't own Naruto.

It was a beautiful spring afternoon in Konoha. Birds chirped softly as they scavenged for worms and squirrels fought for acorns in the forest area surrounding the impressive village. The massive walls surrounding the town were nothing to cough at, but they were completely over-shadowed by the gargantuan monument carved into the cliff that protected Konoha's back. The monument showed off the four previous kage's faces in all of their glory, intimidating anyone who know anything about these legendary shinobi. All of them being previous leaders of the village. The sun shone on these faces making them look even more amazing, if that was even possible. There was a soft wind blowing through the village, rustling the trees surrounding the town and whispering good cheer about the coming summer.

Civilians, shops, and apartments lined the streets. Light poles and complicated alley-ways riddled the lanes of road. The buzz of human activity could be heard through-out the town as people went about doing things that needed to be done. In the outskirts of the village were more homes, these larger than the ones found in the main hub. Shinobi clans usually inhabited these areas. Around the inner edge of the wall were various training grounds for shinobi to practice various skills. These were well used. Each ground shared both similar and different scars from the years upon years of use. In the far center of the bustling town was a large building that housed the current kage, as was customary in each major village. This building was a deep red and four massive arching pillars flanked the outside ceiling. All in all, a very peaceful sight for anyone that inhabited Konoha.

This beauty was lost upon a downcast and lonely looking child that sat on a still swing in the local park, the wind pushing the boy ever so slightly. This boy appeared to be about five and a half years old. He had shockingly blue eyes with a mop of yellow hair on his head and slight whisker marks across his cheeks. He wore a ragged black t-shirt with green shorts and small sandals. His hair covered his eyes as tears softly rolled down his face. He shook slightly as soft sobs racked his body.

Why? Why do the villagers hate me? Why do they shun and drive me away as I walk down the street? Why do they not let me buy clothes and refuse to serve me food in their resturants? Why do the children whisper and snicker at me behind my back? Why do they run away when ever I try to play with them? Why? He gently drew his name in the dirt of the park with a small stick, looking at it with a small amount of anger. " Naruto", he whispered. He didn't even realize someone was approaching until he heard the footsteps just a few feet away. His natural reaction was to cringe as he was expecting a kick or a harsh scolding. But instead, he got a timid " Hi."

D.P

The Yamanaka clan were a proud and high stature amazing mind transfer techniques were a legend in the field of espionage and still are today. Members of the family more often than not ended up in the interrogation division, as their skills were appropriate. Their family ran a flower shop, well known to everyone in Konoha. At the moment, the next generation of Yamanaka was walking along side her dad. Around the same age as Naruto, she had almost white blond hair tied in a small pony tail. A small purple kimono covered her person. On her face was a cute but mildly serious facial expression . She tried to copy her father as much as possible.

The Patriarch of the family had the same hair color done in the same way. He was tall and wore a jounin jacket around his torso. Always having a serious look on his face as he was the cool and calculated type. " Ino, don't get to ahead of me !" He stared and sighed lightly as she skipped down the side walk, having not heard a thing he said.

Suddenly she stopped, looking towards the playground that was nearby. He followed her gaze to a small, crying boy on a still swing. Inoichi Yamanaka grimaced. Secretly, he empathized for the boy as he had watched over the years what the villagers were doing to him. Not really blaming the boy himself for what was inside Naruto. He had nothing to do with what he harbored, and yet the people of Konoha treated him like it was all his fault. The near destruction of the town almost five and a half years ago brought a sad and thoughtful expression to his face as he thought. He could never really approach the boy for fear of his clan joining the mess Naruto was in. He didn't even notice his daughter look at him expectantly before quietly and quickly approaching the crying boy.

D.P

Ino loved walking through the village with her father. It was one of her favorite activities besides flower arranging, which in itself was an art. She considered briefly that she wanted to be as good as her mother one day. Her mother, who was a master at the delicate and beautiful craft, was slowly teaching Ino everything she could. She skipped ahead with happy thoughts as she enjoyed the wind in her face and hair. The billowing of her purple kimono made her giggle. All of a sudden she heard crying, stopping Ino dead in her tracks. Curious, she looked around only to find the source sitting on the park swing. She stared at the boy with yellow hair and whisker marks who was getting nasty looks from the other kids playing in the sandbox. Before she knew what she was doing, she quietly walked across the soft dirt until the sobbing boy was withing touching distance. She thought for a second before timidly saying " Hi."

D.P

Naruto quickly looked up as he realized it was a simple greeting. His gaze was met with aquamarine eyes. Staring at her, he saw the light blonde hair in a pony tail and the fierce aquamarine eyes that were still looking back at him. She was no older than he... why was this person coming up to him? Doesn't everyone in the village hate me? He quickly wiped his tears before staring at the ground again. Ino quirked her head to the side and looked down. She saw Naruto written in the dirt. " Naruto, is that your name?"

He snapped his head up. No one had ever asked him his name before, let alone in a soft and inquisitive tone.

Still not answering, Ino took the lead. " I'm Ino Yamanaka!" She held out her hand expectantly. Being in a high class family, this was second nature to her. Still unsure of what to do, he just stared back. Ino sighed " Your supposed to take my hand and shake it dummy, " saying it like the gesture was common knowledge, which it was. He tentatively held out his hand. Ino proceed to grab it and shake it lightly. She was on the verge of asking him more questions when her father came. He quickly took her by the hand and led her away from the shocked boy. " But daddy I wanted to ask more questions!"she said as he slightly dragged her away. " Now now Ino, I'm sure you will get another chance".

The cogs were all ready turning in Inoichi's head as he thought about the situation. As they walked home, he made a decision. He smiled to himself as he thought about how much flak he'd get from this. Screw the council. That boy needs a friend more than anything. " Ino ?" she stopped. " Yes daddy ?" " Don't listen to what the other adults or kids say about that boy. He's a good kid, you hear?" She nodded. " Yes daddy. I won't". Satisfied, they turned into their home doorway. The smell of moms cooking already reaching their noses.

D.P

Naruto looked shocked as he watched the two, hand in hand, walk away. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined someone ( his age none the less ) try to genuinely talk to him. He felt a slight pang of sadness as he saw the way she looked up to her father. The only people that didn't hate him were the hokage and Ichiraku ramen. The ramen shop being run by Teuchi and his daughter Ayame. Some of the only good memories that he had so far where there. The ramen made there however was legendary, some might say the best in the land. He'd have to agree.

Sighing dejectedly he began the journey back to his run down and extremely messy apartment, making sure to avoid contact with villagers as much as he could. Usually if he stayed out of their way, they wouldn't bother he walked, Naruto thought back on how he acquired his humble abode.

F.B

" Naruto. I am giving this apartment to you . Since you will be living alone, I will be sending a small payment to you every month so you can pay the rent. Make sure you eat more than just ramen. Any question's Naruto?" Naruto gave a big smile. " None Oji-san. Oh man, this is so cool!" The hokage watched as naruto ran around the apartment checking out his new home with the interest that would be expected from a four year old. He smiled slightly. All of a sudden, Naruto stopped in the middle with a confused look on his face. " Oji-san... why would I eat anything but ramen?" The old hokage held his head in his hands as he faced the daunting task of explaining proper nutrition and food facts to the excited and hyper kid before him.

He felt greatly saddened as he left. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it gently. Considering the fact that the villagers would treat him very differently he knew Naruto would be in for a rough time. Because of his responsibilities he would probably not be able to talk with Naruto in his office to much, if at all. The hokage hoped Naruto could make some kind of friends. He sighed. I'm getting to old for this.

F.B End

Naruto walked into his messy but ramen smelling apartment. It was pretty much all one room with different doors branching out into different facilities. He had a bathroom, a small kitchen, ( which might I add was covered in ramen cups everywhere ) a modest table in the middle of the room, and a small bed inclined into the wall. His favorite blue jammies along with his night cap lay on the bed neatly folded. Laying around the floor surrounding his bed were scrolls. He had gotten these for his fifth birthday from hokage himself. Each one containing stories of legendary ninja and their awesome jutsu.

He plopped down on the bed and thought about the events that happened today. Naruto was getting used to the fact that he was a magnet of hate because of something he did. What could he have possibly done to get so much mistreatment? He racked his brains. Was it one of his pranks? No... Throwing water balloons at innocent civilians didn't justify this much mistreatment. Besides that thought, he really couldn't think of anything he did that would attract this much attention. For a moment, he thought he had heard a small chuckle in the back of his head. Meh. He really was tired.

As he usually did in the evening, Naruto flipped out of his window and lay on the roof of his apartment. He may have been just five and a half, but his thought process was deep.

He thought about who his parents were. Why would they leave him like this? Didn't they love him? He sighed and stared up into the stars, hoping that they would reveal the answer. The moon looked massive from where he was lying, taking up most of his view. He always looked for the ninja on the moon. Sometimes making out his face, sometimes not. After a while , his young mind caught up to him. He crawled back into his bedroom, changing into his blue jammies and nightcap. He fell asleep almost instantly as he slipped underneath the covers and his head touched the pillow.

- A pair of blood red eyes suddenly opened in the darkness. Slits like a cats ran through them as they adjusted to the annoying darkness. A growl emanated from a massive red fox who had nine twitching tails, his head on his paws. The kyuubi himself was mind numbingly board. And irritated. Board because he had absolutely nothing to do, and irritated because he still couldn't believe he was stuck inside a five and a half year old boy. One of his nine tails twitched with annoyance at the constant dripping of a pipe in the sewer like area he was stuck in. ( Naruto's mindscape to be exact ) In front of him was a massive gate, reaching from the floor to the ceiling. A seal planted firmly on the other side. That seal. That damn seal is the only thing keeping me inside this place.

The nine tails growled as he thought about the situation. The eight trigram seal the fourth hokage had used to trap him allowed a little bit of chakra flow through the seal when needed. In time, he might be able to weaken it with enough use. Naruto wasn't even sure of his existence. He found it amusing that this stupid kit held inside of him one of the most powerful forces on earth, and yet he had no idea he was here. He merely shrugged and curled up into a massive ball of red fluff. His mind racing with long term ideas to escape his prison. Just you wait kit. Im coming for you.-