Sorry for the hold up! I stopped uploading for a long time, but now I'm back!

So now, thank you to the three people who voted on my poll. Because two out of three of you said my next story should be a Naruto fanfic, here it is. Well, not all of it, of course, but the start.

Warning, Yaoi-ness in later chapters. aka boyXboy aka if you don't like don't read.

"We can't keep him." A male voice said. There was steel in his tone, the kind that meant nothing and no one would change his mind.

"But John, he isn't that bad." The woman's soft voice said.

"Not that bad! Did you see what he did to the rug?! That rug costs more than he'll ever be worth!"

"But the rug isn't going to make us anymore money! If we get rid of him, the payments stop!" There was a sigh.

"It isn't worth it. I think he's trying to drive us crazy on purpose. No, that –that thing will not stay another day in my house! That is final!"

Naruto took his ear away from the keyhole. He moved away from the door, silently making his way to his 'room'. Once inside, he started to get his belongings together. There wasn't much.

The 'room' was more of a closet then what you would call a bedroom. The walls on either sided were only about 9 feet long, and the room was near 4 feet wide, barely enough room for Naruto lay down, and he only had a few feet between his head and the wall if he kept his feet against the door. The floor was tiled and smooth beneath Naruto's feet. The only thing in the room that could count as furniture, was a sleeping bag rolled out on the floor. The room was dark, lit only by a small lantern from Wal-Mart that cost him $5.90 including tax. Though he had fixed the light problem, there was no help for the faint scent of mildew covered by too strong perfume. The room was also too warm, as there was no air conditioner, but Naruto could adapt well to bad weather, having had a lot of practice.

Naruto put the few belongings he had into an orange backpack that was close to falling apart. He knew that it had about a year at most before it was useless, but the thought of buying a new one did not appeal to him. He didn't know where he would go next, and once there he would have to find a D.I. or some other second hand store to buy a new one.

The last thing was placed in the bag and he zipped it up. He left the lantern and the sleeping bag out, to be put away in the morning.

He wasn't upset that he was leaving; it was never a surprise that he wouldn't stay at any of these homes for long. The conversation that Mr. and Mrs. Doe had that night was one he had heard more than once. Thought the first time he hear that kind of conversation he was angry, now it was more like an annoyance. Still, every time he was dismayed that they made him sound more like a dog than a human. Sure he had a history with expensive rugs, but he didn't pee on them or anything. Fancy rugs just irritated him for some reason.

Whenever he reached a new place, he couldn't help but play a prank or two. He never tried to be mean; he just wanted to see if someone would care enough about him not to kick him out after he did something bad. He wanted someone to try and figure out why he did it instead of not keeping him. So far, that hadn't happened.

Naruto figured that he had until 6 tomorrow before they woke up, and at about 6:10 he would be in the car of his social worker, headed for a new home or back to a big house were they kept boys until they could get a foster family. Naruto knew that his social worker, a woman named Mitarashi Anko, would not be happy with him in the morning.

Naruto sighed and decided it was time to sleep. He had to be up and ready to go before 6 after all.

Naruto pulled off his orange t-shirt, one of three shirts he owned. The sleeves were frayed and the shirt was just a little too short on him, but Naruto didn't even think of getting a new shirt with his limited funds. He folded the shirt carefully and put it next to his bag. Black jeans, in the same condition as his shirt, were taken off and folded, then placed on top of the shirt. Because he only had three shirts and two pairs of pants, and close to no opportunities to wash them, he got in the habit of folding his clothes so he could wear them the next day. He didn't wear underwear because they were expensive and they were not a necessity.

Naruto got into the sleeping bag without any fuss. He was very good at maneuvering in and out of the bag, as it was his oldest possession. The sleeping bag was well older than him, given to him when he was five by Anko. Because he washed it every chance he got, the sleeping bag didn't smell bad at all. He had to keep his head out of the bag, because it was made for the cold weather from outside, so he would get too hot. He wished that he could use it to get away from the room's smell.

He reached over and turned the lantern off. In the dark, Naruto turned onto his side and closed his eyes. He thought of what it would be like next, where he would go now. Chances were that he wouldn't be seeing another foster home for a good long time, but he was alright with that. The house for waiting foster children was sometimes better than most foster homes, but he hated to stay in them. There were so many unspeakably horrendous feelings locked up into those houses, he just couldn't stand it for very long periods of time.

He hoped he wouldn't stay there too long this time.

Yes yes, I know that it is short. What do you expect, it is a prologue. Later chapters will be longer, and I don't want to hear anything about it being too short. Growl...

Okay, I am sorry if you think that way, but all I want to do is get my story out there as fast as possible and to do that I need to break it into smaller than you would like chapters. Sorry. I'll try harder... Really....

Thank you all and please review.