Disclaimer: As you can guess I don't own Naruto. That idea is owned and copyrighted by Masasshi Kishmoto.
Circle of Nine: Prologue
My name is Naruto Uzumaki
I'm 18 years old and I gotta say that life couldn't be better.
I own my own fortune 500 company which raked in a financial windfall of over 500 billion over the last year.
I'm marred to one of the most beautiful and sexy models to ever grace the walkways of Milan. Maybe you've seen her, Ino Yamazaki,
I mean come on she had to have been on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue at least six times alone.
Yeah, Now you remember her!!
OK OK!! Damn close your mouth your drooling all over the keyboard. Now where was I..
I drive a 2009 Aston Martin around the California Highway like I own the shit.
My weekends are devoted to rubbing elbows with many a Hollywood celebrity.
And right now I'm currently laying on the balcony with said model of my multi million dollar beach front property looking at the most beautiful sunset money could allow.
Yes I can honestly say that my life is th...Oh who the fuck am I kidding. My life couldn't suck any worst that if Kami himself tied me down, opened my mouth and took a huge shit!
That fortune 500 company, don't own it, haven't made a single move except to hand over a file to my asshole of a supervisor.
and the closest I came to anything resembling a billion is my score on Bejeweled on my comp.
I'm not marred but my girlfriend is beautiful enough to be a model.
At least I hope so seeing as a good chunk of all of my money has been devoted to paying for her modeling classes.
Course the only thing anybody is leaning from this class is prob her teacher Paul and all the different ways he can make her scream his name.
Yeah, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that your girlfriend is cheating on you.
Especially since I can hear them in the next room every Wednesday
..or Sunday
...or any day ending with a y.
The closest I've been to an Aston Martin or a celebrity on a weekend was watching The Itallian Job on DVD last sat.
And I do have a mansion... well actually a very nice apartment...you know if you squint a little...at night ...while completely trashed.
Yeah you could say that my life sucks.
Actually scratch that.
You could say that my life sucked
And it did
Until three weeks ago.
When a cherry blossom, a bottle of vodka, and a question blew my entire life to shit.
Well worst than it was.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is the start of my very first fic. I've read other works by a bunch of really talented writers and finally decided to try my luck .
So I just wanna take this moment to let people know a few things right off the bat.
- Charaters will have moments of OOC-ness throughout the story
- I won't bash characters too much unless I have to to move the plot along
Other than that any reviews and constructive criticism will be welcomed.
(Flames as well as long as they have a point. This is a work of fiction and I feel that creativity shouldn't have to follow a completely set path.)
Other than that I should come out with the first full chapter in about three days to a week. Take care and please review.
To those who feel the need to bash mine or anybody's work without putting something out themselves, let me take this moment to say thank you in advance for taking the time to read my fic. So have a nice day and please fuck off!!