Naruto Fall In

Story by:Faidechi Shijja

Date: 10-22-10

Fan fiction: Naruto

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor shall I ever.

Summary: Damian has always hated manga/anime after he saw how it affected his two younger sisters. Now thrown into the Naruto world, what is Damian to do? ("Why get some payback and cause some chaos duh." Damian said smiling evilly)WARNING SLASH

Prologue: Childhood

I was only six years old when I lost my only family to deaths cold hands. That year was truly a horrible year for me I felt as if I was some damn toy being pawned around. Since I had no other family, I was passed around to my parents friends. After three weeks later, it was then decided that I would live with another close friend of my father and his two newborn twin daughters, who had just moved from Japan to America.

When I finally met Mr. Everliner and his two daughters Riza and Jazz I just knew that I had finally found a family that I would be welcomed into and loved. Living with them at the beginning was a bloody nightmare a first with the chaos that the twins seemed to bring with them everywhere. They were a strange family truth be told and the complete opposite of my family but it was a family that was still happy even though Mrs. Everliner has passed away not so long ago.

Mr. Everliner was a tall man in his late twenties with short white blond hair. He like his daughters had pale snow-white skin. His eyes were the color of a deep forest green. Riza was the eldest of the twins and was the exact clone of her father except for her eyes that were the color of the blue sky at its bluest. Jazz was the youngest by just five minutes I guessed she toke after her deceased mother for she only had her father's eyes. Her hair was the color of fire itself that made her seem paler the she really was.

I did not look anything like them at all. My skin was a nice sun-kissed tan that made me look darker when I stood next to them. My hair is a dark blue black that reached to my knees. I was always proud of my long hair even though it made me look like a girl. My eyes were big and wide giving me a doe eyed look that really did not help me to stop looking like girl that I was most certainly not. The colors of my eyes were a pale sliver light blue making it seem like I was blind.

My mother had explained to me when I was still a young boy at five years. It had happened one day, I ran home crying to my parents because the kids at the school were making fun of my eyes. She told me that they were from my father's side of the family though it has been 300 years since a child of his family was born with such eyes. That she had told him that only children who were destined for great things and held great power were born with such eyes, So that I should be very proud to have such exotic eyes.

However, as the years seemed to pass I had noticed that my left eye was beginning to darken.