It's actually really beautiful here… the many different trees on the plantation… It's calming. Dad says the plantation was built sometime in the late eighteen-hundreds and was owned by a rich nun and her husband.

I've seen paintings of her in the attic; I guess they were left behind when she died. From what the old newspapers say, she was a murderer to her husband, along with her son… It's a shame really… considering she was so young to have committed such an awful crime. Not that, that really matters, I guess…

I never really see my dad anymore… he's always doing paperwork in his study. The butlers and maids don't ever pay me any mind, saying I'm interfering with their work… It gets lonely…

The plantation sits on the outskirts of the city of Konoha; it's in a very secluded area near a large river that runs through the East end of the property. The property is about twelve miles in all, and a large stone wall surrounds the perimeter. It was named Villa Caprice by the nun and so dad left it that way. No one lives out here, so I've never really had anyone to play with or hang out with, over the twelve years of my life I've gotten somewhat used to being alone, seeing as it's been the same with every plantation.

I never got to know my mother; she died when I was born. Dad said she was feeble and ill, so he honestly wasn't surprised when they told him she had died, now that doesn't mean that he wasn't sad, he just knew he had to expect it.

I've never really had much to do with my father, mainly because he owns so many plantations and has to keep up with them all… He always stays in the study, the one that the nun's husband used. It gives me a strange feeling when I'm in that room, it's creepy. I generally stay out of there unless absolutely necessary.

I have to go there now, actually. Dad called me from the kitchen, saying he needed to talk to me. I had to walk all around the construction crew on the way, since the house hasn't been owned in over one-hundred years; there were a lot of repairs that had to be done.

The construction company said that the house was actually in remarkable condition, considering no one had been keeping up with it… I hardly find that the case. Seeing as we just moved here about three months ago, the repairs aren't very close to being done. I hardly see how the house is still standing. The inside isn't nearly as bad as the outside though.

It's a very large mansion, about three stories with a porch that runs around to the sides of the mansion. The porch has a balcony over the top of it, and both bedrooms at that side of the house are connected to it. My bedroom is the one on the left, the one on the right being empty. Dad's bedroom is on the third story and has a small balcony coming out the left side of the mansion, while the study has one on the right.

I'm not allowed to go on any of the balconies at the moment, the construction crew had to completely redo the ones on the third floor, and the one on the second had a LARGE amount of holes and rotted boards. They said they'll be done next week… we'll see.

I came up to the large French doors of the study, some strange carvings of vines and flowers adorn the middles of each door. I get that strange feeling once again, I hate this room. My dad is sitting on the couch by the steel spiral staircase that goes up to the tops of the bookcases and another smaller writing area.

He looks up from his paperwork when he hears the doors open; I'm surprised he even noticed. He motioned for me to come and sit beside him, as I make my way over a small shiver racks my body, but my dad didn't see it. I sat down beside him and he ruffles my spiky blonde hair before turning and looking into my eyes.

"I hate to have to tell you this, but the electric company won't have power out here for another four days. Since you won't be able to do anything with electronics, I figured you could go and map out the entire plantation. I know you're good at drawing so I doubt you'll have any problems." He turned to get his papers again, but paused. He must have remembered something. "Be careful when you're going over the bridge at the river, it may be rotted in spots and I know you can't swim."

That being said I grabbed my sketch pad and left the house to map out the property… I hate being outside here, it's got an unnatural feeling... pretty, but unnatural. It's not as though I've got a choice in the matter though, my dad may not ever see me, but he still has complete control over me…

I hate my life as Naruto Uzumaki…

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I hate it here… there's nothing but hazy streets and unbearable smog everywhere. I get a headache every time I step outside, not to mention the noise is just about nerve racking!

"Brat, get in here! NOW!" and her… I hate her, my mother. She's never done anything but beat me and malnourish me… I have a lot of scars from her beatings… I guess it's not all bad though, she's the reason my body is so toned and muscular… I mean I have a six pack at the age of thirteen!

"Hello Mom, is there something wrong?" I sweeten every word that leaves my mouth, if she even catches the slightest bit of hatred in my voice, she'll beat me…

"You, ya little bastard, have just been disowned! I finally was able to talk the orphanage into taking you, and city hall into removing all your birth records from my name! You only have that bitch-for-a-father's last name to go by now… Of course I'm not going to let you go without a little present to remember me by!" I watched as she stood, and then I realized she was toting a beer bottle and was extremely drunk.

As soon as she was a few feet away I turned to run, and of course with my luck that's when she decided to throw the beer bottle. SMACK! I heard the bottle shatter as it hit the back of my head and stars enveloped my vision. She took this opportunity to sit on my back and began to beat the living shit out of me!

Finally after about half an hour she stopped and drug me to my feet. "Go get in the car ya shit! I'm taking you tonight so I don't have to feed you later," she turned around and went into her room as I watched.

Seeing as I had no choice I went to the car and sat in the back seat on the right side. My mom came stumbling out of the house and sat in the driver's seat. After seeing her so drunk I immediately buckled myself in.

She flew out of the parking lot in front of the apartment complex, and my heart started at 100 mph. I watched as everything flew by in a hazy blur, before looking at the speed gauge… My heart skipped a beat. We were flying down the road at nearly 150 mph!

… And then I could only watch… I watched as the light turned red… I watched as the truck turned in front of us as his light turned green… I watched as the brakes were shoved through the floor… and I watched as my mom's car slammed into the truck…

…and then I watched as my mother bled to death in front of my while my head rested against what was left of the back windshield… I held not sadness for the loss of my mother, but my head was burning with an unbearable pain, and I could tell I had broken my arm from how it rested against the door, my body was numb except for the parts that had been abused a little while ago… and those where only a dull ache…

I hurriedly opened the door and ran down an alley nearby where no one could see me, I was very thankful that the bridge over the river was nearby. I followed the highway, maybe I could find someone to take me in… Then I wouldn't have to go to the orphanage…

For now though, I'm gonna head for that old plantation outside of town, it's been abandoned for so long, I can stay there so no one can find me and continue from there… I know I can stay there without being interrupted at least…

After about an hour of walking I was taking the part of the highway that ran along side the plantations stone wall… Now I just have to look for a way in… It actually wasn't very hard, considering the wall was so old… A lot of holes had been made in it over time, and I found one that was nearly as big as me!

I ducked under the crumbling stone and made my way through the trees. I managed to make it to a clearing in front of the river, and lay down on the hill overlooking an old bridge…

I don't know why, but I started to fall asleep the minute I laid down.

I just got disowned, lost my bitch of a mother, got into a car wreck and broke my arm, and am now in the middle of an abandoned plantation…

I hate my life as Kiba Inuzuka...

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I'm trying out a new style of writing for the prologue. The rest ought to be a bit better! I hope you enjoy this!