It was raining on this October 10th. Lightning showed a small figure running through the empty streats. Another flash revealed a mass of figures, all running after the smaller one. The smaller figure ran into a dimly-lit alley. Only, it was a dead-end. He turned around, frightenedm, and saw that the exit was blocked by the mass of people. One, a Chunnin level Ninja and aparently the leader, stepped forward. His silver hair was damp from the rain, and fell flatly around his face. He had a manaical grin on his face as he etched froward.
"Now, demon, we will finish what our Yondaime started those five years ago." As he said it, he drew a sword from his back. He slashed the boy acros the chest, and then again, acros the back when he turned. "And now, to finish you off for good." He raised his sword for a final blow.
"What do you think you're doing?" There was a large figure just outside of the only lightsouce, a streetligth. It seemed to be a man riding a mount. When he dismounted, there was a dull sound, signifying that he wore heavy armor. He hefted his hammer on his shoulder, and repeated the question. "I asked, what do you think you're doing."
"We will kill this demon in the name of the Yondaime. We will be known as heroes." The crazy silver-haired man sneered, followed by shouts of 'YEAH!' and 'FOR THE YONDAIME!'.
"Demon?" The stranger said. "All I see is a small boy, badly hurt I might add."
"You demon-lover. Kill him!" There was lightning encasing the figure's hand. He fired a bold wich arched and hit most of the people in the crowd, amplified by the rainwater. They were on the ground, unconcious. The silver-haired man sneered, and charged. He was met by a hammerblow to the head, crushing his scull. The figure walked toward the boy. The last thing he felt before unconciousness claimed him was gentle hands picking him up
The Sandaime was doing paperwork in his office when he stopped and looked outside the window, sighing. He had been unable to visit Naruto today, being swarmed by work. It was always the case, especialy on this perticular day.
"Hey, you can't bring that demon in..." The door crashed and his secretery flew through it. Sarutobi focused on the doorframe, drawing a kunai just in case.
"Put that toy away, I mean you no harm." A figure walked inside. He was taller than any man Sarutobi ever saw. The first thing he noticed was the green skin and long, sharp teeth sticking out of the stranger's lips. The second was black armor with gold trimmings and a hammer at his belt. The third was a small boy in his arms, unconcious.
"What did you do to Naruto?" Sarutobi said, raising the kunai even more.
"I? Nothing. I only saved him from a mob of humans trying to kill him."
"Who are you? What are you?"
"I am Thrall, son of Durotan. I am the Warchief of the Horde. We Orcs are a race of people to the far west of here. My party was traveling home from an inspection of an outpost far from this continent. We made port next to this village, and I came here to get supplies. When I entered, I found this boy being beaten. What was that all about?" Sarutobi sighed, lowered the kunai and sat down, before telling Thrall of the Kyuubi attack, and sealing into Naruto.
"Hm. He will not have a normal childhood here, that is for sure." The orc said after the tale was told. Naruto was now resting on a couch. Thrall looked at him, and some images of his own childhood came to his mind. He made his mind up. "I will adopt the boy." he said.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I will adopt him and take him to Orgrimmar. I will raise him to be a noble warrior of the Horde."
"Under two conditions."
"What are they."
"One, the boy must agree. Two, you must bring him here in ten years to graduate from the Ninja Academy as his parents wanted." Thrall agreed to the conditions and they waited for the boy to wake up.
Naruto stirred as he woke. Frst thing he realised was that he was out of danger and inside the Sandaime's office. He sat up and looked around. He gasped when he saw a green man, and tried to shrink as much as he could.
"Relax, boy. I will not hurt you."
"W-w-who are you?"
"I am Thrall, Warchief of the Hord."
"Naruto, Thrall was the one who saved you today."
"Realy?" Thrall nodded. "Thank you mister."
"Naruto." Thrall got the boy's attention. "Tell me, how would you like to grow up with a family." Naruto's eyes watered and he shook his head up and down vigourusly. "Well, I may not have a wife, but I would like to adopt you and take you to Durotar, the home of the Orcs."
"Truly?" Thrall smiled and nodded. Naruto threw his arms around him, or at least tried to, crying. Sarutobi handed a scroll to Thrall.
"Give this scroll to him when you deem him ready to learn of his real parents." He whispered. Then he hugged Naruto. "I will see you in ten years, when you come to graduate at the academy. Goodbye, my boy."
At the bottom of the tower, Thrall strapped Naruto to the huge wolf, wich he told him was called a Warg, and they left for the Orc boats. When he god there, Nazgrel greeted him
"Throm-Ka, Warchief. The boat is ready to depart at... You do know you have a pinkskin on your Warg, right." Naruto shrunk into Thrall, as the Warchief chuckled. "Naruto, this is Nazgrel, one of my advisors. Nazgrel, this is my adopted son, Naruto."
"H-h-helo."
"Son?" Nazgrel raised an eyebrow. "Alright then. Hello, Naruto. When do we depart, Warchief?"
"Right now." He saw Naruto looking at the village in the distance. "Don't worry, Naruto, you will be back in ten years. In the meantime, you will like it in Orgrimmar."