A/N: Hello readers, this is a challenge fic!!! YAY!!! This was requested by my friend Jon who lives in Johnstown. I know! Don't fricken ask! I really enjoyed writing this, so please enjoy reading it.
Dedication: To the challenger, duh.
Disclaimer: I have no time to own or write or make up such an amazing thing as Naruto.
Note: This will prolly be one of my better works so…whatever. The characters might be a little OOC… or their roles flipped; maybe both.
The Key: This is for narration "this is for speech" this is for thoughts. Bold is for whatever.
Street Life
-Prolog-
(-9:30 pm. -Ally way- Mid October Weather: chilly and windy Temperature: 56 F. -)
"Kyuubi, I know you're embarrassed but we gotta eat! Ask someone for money!" A pale skinned boy in a black dirty hoody pulled over his head with black hair poking out, and dirty blue jeans stands against the ally wall with another, and coughs. The other boy is a little shorter but more muscled wearing a more visibly dirty grey jacket with orange design on it and an black bandana covering his blonde hair and ears. Both are thin, from lack of food, the black haired one evidently ill.
"Shut up Ookami, we'll just jump someone for their cash."
"We got caught last time." The boy coughs.
"It's dark enough, and besides who gonna recognize us?"
"That's not the point Kyuubi, besides I don't have the energy to fight someone."
Kyuubi sighs, and pushes off the wall. "Fine…" He sees a shadow heading down past the ally. "Stay here." Ookami watches as the blonde walks out of the ally and to the person passing by. "Excuse me Ms. Can you spare some change?"
The woman takes one look at the boy and wrinkles her nose in disgust. She wore a beige trench coat on her slim body, which was sharp compared to the blonde's attire. "Keep away from me. Filthy street scum, go back home." The woman turns around and walks away.
Kyuubi glares daggers at her back and leans against the wall. "Pretty girl, very ugly personality. I hate having to ask these people for money." He spies two more people heading down the street and wonders why the older one is holding the hand of a small girl. Maybe it's his sister he thinks.
"Good evening." The small girl smiles at the blonde as her assumed brother nods to him.
"Spare any money?"
The boy is tall; six-foot maybe and skinny as well, short black hair and a pale complexion, he looks exhausted but still smiles, both do. He has an earring, and black jeans with a high neck jacket on and a zip up hoody over it. The little girl maybe four foot eleven inches has the same black hair but in a long pony tail and is in jeans, boots and a dark blue sweatshirt hoody that is at least three times her size, so it bunches up on her.
"I would, but we don't have any either." He has a light German accent.
"You on the street too?" Kyuubi feels the need to be on guard in case one of this new guys buddies showed up.
"Yea. My little sister and I escaped from the war in Germany, our nation state. Our family was killed in a fire, that our rival gang set." He has a stern look on his face, although he is being open and friendly to the other boy. This bothers Kyuubi.
"You are too open and free to be a gang member, what is your name? And hers." Kyuubi had set into a defensive state.
"What is yours?"
"They call me Kyuubi."
"Glaciyan is what they call me. We call my sister Goddess, because she is almost literally perfect." His hand squeezes the smaller one in his gently.
"Interesting. Where were you going?"
"No where and everywhere."
"That explains a lot." The blonde eyes the two before focusing his attention on the next passerby and asks for money. The man gives him a dollar and scurries away quickly.
"That wont buy you much in New York City, you know," Glaciyan comments.
"Thanks for pointing that out." Ookami slinks out of the ally.
"What's going on?" He coughs a few times and eyes the two new comers. Kyuubi gives his friend the rap.
"You got a place to stay?"
Glaciyan shakes his head. "Do either of you know where we could find a safe place to sleep tonight?"
"This is NYC, no where is safe. But we have somewhere to go, but it isn't fancy."
"I don't want to intrude but do you mind if we stay with you?"
Kyuubi and Ookami share a look that lasts about one minute in a silent conversation. Finally the black haired one speaks. "Sure, just don't tell anyone else about it. It's suppose to be only for our gang. "
"Thank you."
The blonde grumbles and walks off leading them somewhere forgetting to gather more money from others passing by.
(-10:45 pm. -Abandoned Building- Weather: windy and chilly Temperature: 51 F. -)
They are now in a dark abandon building on the third floor where all the windows are boarded up perfectly and there is minimal damage to the room, a few candles light up the room. The room is cold, but not as much as it is outside Two large stained mattresses are in corners on opposite sides of the room and a 3-seat, worn and ripped couch against a wall, both away from the windows. Four people are in the room besides those who just entered.
A boy in a large dirty white coat with a fluffy black fur hood, black jeans and plain sneakers sits on the couch. A large white dog at his side, growls quietly at the new people, his owner pets his head to calm him. "Who are these people, Kyuubi?"
"This is Glaciyan and Goddess, that's Fang and his dog Akamaru. The two guys sleeping on the mattress there is Millipede and Pine and on the other mattress over there is Fuzz. The others are probably out doing looking for food or money."
"What are they doing here boss?"
Kyuubi glares and looks to the side. Ookami coughs hard then speaks.
"He's just learning what being nice means." The blonde punches his arm.
"Never mind that, just get some rest, you're getting sicker and winter is on its way."
The black haired boy just nods to the leader understanding that he is concerned and grabs a raggedy blanket curling up on the mattress beside Millipede and Pine for warmth. When living on the streets, sleeping with another guy for warmth isn't something to be ashamed about.
"Thank you again Kyuubi." His sister then speaks up.
"Yes, thank you. We appreciate it." The tall boy leads his sister to the other mattress on the other side of the room where Fuzz is laying. Glaciyan unzips his sweatshirt and pulls the girl close to him to keep her warm bringing her into his jacket. They soon pass out from exhaustion.
"I'm getting soft." The blonde plops down on the torn up couch next to Akamaru.
"Honestly, it's not bad Naruto. You care about people and we know that so nothing is wrong with it."
"Didn't I tell you not to use my real name?" He tries to change the subject.
"Sorry boss, but I thought you and I were like brothers, we've known each other our whole lives since the orphanage in Japan, including Sasuke. Then they kicked us out when we were 10 and somehow ended up here. Don't you think this is bullshit not to use our real names?" Fang stuffs his hands in his pockets for warmth as he feels a light chill pass over him.
Naruto AKA Kyuubi sighs and rubs his forehead. "I'm sorry Kiba, but ever since Sasuke's brother got himself landed in the Mental Institution, he stopped being open. I don't even want to remember my past. I think Sasuke is getting sicker now, and without his brother here we don't have a place to live or access to money to pay for medicine or food. These new guys are gonna need us now, and I don't have the mental stability to make sure you guys are all alive!"
"I know Kyuubi, but remember that once Windmill gets better he can take care of us again. He also left you in charge because he knows you'll take care of us, and I know you'll be able to handle it."
"What happened to using first names?"
"Never mind, I'm going to bed. Maybe we can get to the church early enough to feed us in the morning." Kiba AKA Fang stands up. "Please get some rest tonight." He goes over and curls up with Ookami and Millipede, Akamaru at his feet taking up the rest of the room.
(- 12:30 pm. -Abandoned Building- Weather: cold and rainy. Temperature: 43 F -)
Naruto relaxes on the couch for a while, actually about 2 hours before he realizes that two other people showed up and curled together on the mattress that Glaciyan, Goddess and Fuzz are laying on. It was the cousins that were born in China, adopted and brought to NY, and then kicked to the street after 2 years. The girl with purpled (It is a real word) black hair, a large dirty light violet hooded coat that hung to her knees and gray sweatpants on is called Light. The one that curled to her is in a similar outfit only black. He has long brunet hair in a loose ponytail, he is called Fate. When living on the streets, your family and those like you are what you tend to trust and can use as warmth for the body or for the heart.
Naruto rests on the mattress beside them comforted that his "gang" his "family" is safe with him. He falls asleep slowly praying they will all be alive and well when they awaken.
-§TBC§-
Notes: I hope you all understand what it means when I do those time breaks, everything in there is to explain where they are and what they are experiencing, I thought it would be cool because it's the street life. Uh…for those who are lost Kyuubi is Naruto, Ookami is Sasuke, Fang is Kiba, Millipede is Shino, Pine is Shikamura because I couldn't think of anything cooler, Fuzz is Rock Lee and Windmill is Itachi because of the thing with his eyes in the Ninja series. Glaciyan and Goddess are original characters but their part isn't too important.
A/N: There. That is the prolog, do you like it? I really do! My best work I think! Please review whether or not you agree, it takes like 60 seconds! Thanks for reading.