Disclaimer I do not own Naruto, nor will I ever own any anime or manga series, all Naruto characters are owned by Masashi Kishimoto and Weekly Shonen Jump. This is a work of pure fiction, any scene, characters, and themes depicted in this work are all fiction and any relevance is merely coincidental.

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My first ever fic, I plan on continuing this story as soon as I edit the other 10 chapters that are collecting dust within the exteriors of my hard drive.

With those word being said, enjoy ( if it is enjoyable... )

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( P.S.: Remember people, your reviews are the single source of gratification in my miserable, insignificant life... )

It was another typical summer night in Queens, New York. The sounds of the city could be heard throughout the neighborhood, police sirens wailing in the distance, the ice cream truck's little jingle, the swearing of drunkards outside a bar, the constant honking of cars despite the $100 fine for each honk, all of which he was accustomed to. A light breeze swayed his golden blond hair to a side, sweat poured from every pore on his body, dribbling the ball, shutting out all other things from his mind, only concentrating on the hoop and the angle of the shot he was about to make. Worn out dark blue basketball shorts that reached below his ankles and a ripped white tank top gave him the image of a homeless person, he couldn't care less. He crouched his legs and made the shot, the ball bouncing off the rim and bouncing towards the nearest park bench. It was almost 11:30, all the mothers called out to their children for them to come back home through the windows of their dingy apartments. He walked hastily over to the bench picked up the ball dribbled it back to the center of the court and positioned himself again,

'No use going home' he thought to himself, 'its not like anyones waiting for me anyway...'

15 year old Uzumaki Naruto had been living like this ever since he can remember, just flashes of someone that looked almost exactly like him echoed through his mind,

'maybe he's a relative...maybe he's my brother...' questioning his thought, ' Ah whatever i didn't need him all these years and i certainly don't need him now..'

He went and shot the ball, this time it circled around the hoop and fell though the right side once again bouncing towards the park bench. A single sweat dropped down his right side burn and off his chin. He walked over to the bench and took a seat, balancing his right foot on top of the basket ball. He stared at the top of Elmhurst hospital noticing the full moon. He wondered how he ended up living alone in a apartment in Jamaica, Queens and how he'd been able to pay rent, feed himself and have enough money left to spend freely all alone. He could remember someone with the same spiky golden hair coming and picking him up from school, giving him something to eat, helped him do his homework, put him to bed and read him a bed time story to help him fall asleep.

'Who was he? Where'd he go? How'd he know me? Why did he care for me so much? Is he even real?' He had to be, since he remembered that person telling him,

"I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now, but hey what did i always tell you? Straighten up little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip, what're crying' about, you got me..."

"Screw it, im going home and making me some cup noodles and going to bed!!" talking to himself, he flashed one of his infamous Naruto smiles and picked up the ball and dribbled it out the park.

He went to the corner store and bought himself a 12 pack of beef flavored cup noodles, and started on his way to the 74th street Roosevelt subway station. He swiped his metro card and went to the Forest Hills/Jamaica bound F train. Once he boarded the train after waiting for what seemed like an eternity in the summer heat, he took a seat next to the window, all tough it was pretty useless, all you saw was black when the train went into the tunnel. There were only three people in the subway car with him, a Spanish person scolding his kid not to play around in the train, and a person who seemed to be sleeping with white hair and a mask that covered his mouth with a tilted dark blue bandanna covering his left eye.

"Well, thats New York for ya..." he said to himself.

The train soon reaching Briarwood Van Wyck where he got off, he walked the long haul to the entrance of the station, the Brairwood station was unusually long for some odd reason, partly maybe since there was a police precinct there but other than that there was no reason for it to be so huge.

When he got out, he felt another cool breeze that made him cheer up a little,

" Ah shit!! I forgot i had school tomorrow!!!".

A freshman in Edison Technical High school he had been the worst of his class, graduating from middle school with a 65 which was borderline passing or rather the exact cut off score, in school he was known as the class clown, setting off fart bombs in the bathrooms, switching the girl's bathroom and the boy's bathroom signs, making teachers uncomfortable with the most weird and out of this Earth questions, to the teachers he was known as the delinquent, the person that showed up at the deans office 17 times a day a record only broken by another delinquent named Chavez a kid more referred to as God in Edison since he seemed to be everywhere, " oh!! Chavez, that kid?, yeah he's like God he's everywhere!!!".

To girls Naruto was known as the funny guy, the guy who always made them laugh, but never a likable guy, he was a guy that was always being stuck in the friend zone, this really pissed off Naruto i mean its only natural, who wouldn't be pissed? He recently failed all of his classes because of his excessive cutting and that he failed to do all of the homework assigned to him throughout the whole year, requiring him to take summer school courses while everybody else was enjoying their 2 month vacation.

Naruto was actually popular in the sense that everyone knew what he was up to or what he did people passing on rumors such as "Oh that Uzumaki idiot, yeah last week he spray painted "The Principal has HIV" on the lunchroom wall in big bright letters, made me crack up like crazy!!" or things such as "What an idiot when will he realize that he's nothing more than a dope that wont be nothing but street trash when he grows up?" he even heard things as "Rest of them were okay, how'd he turn out this way?", his local priest even told him that he was "God's divine sin". He just played off all these comments and didn't take them seriously, but deep inside it teared him up to shreds, knowing that the whole community hated him, it gave him a true feeling of loneliness. People say that there is a difference between alone and lonely, well in Naruto's case he was both no matter how you put it. He just wanted to get some recognition, proof that he's alive and breathing. He walked up to main street and 84th drive where he took a left, coming up to a dingy 7 story apartment building, the sign said 140-17-84th Drive Brair 00d LuXurY Apar ments,

'Funny' he thought to himself 'the paints peeling right off the sign and some letters were replaced by another font and there was a cockroach running across it, luxurious indeed...'

He walked up to the elevator and pressed 7, it smelled like someone died in there and decomposed, came back alive and died again 10 times. He stared at the elevator panel, someone had spray painted the word "STOP" just as it would appear on a stop sign. He stared at it for a while and when he heard the little "ding" he walked out of the elevator and came upon the apartment that said 7D except the D was upside down, he put the D back the way it was supposed to be knowing that it would tilt and turn upside down once he had opened the door and closed it back again. He unlocked his door and walked in closing the door behind him, hearing the D on the door tilting and fall upside down made him really mad for some odd reason he just wanted to tear down that door throw it off the roof. He turned on the light and stared at his apartment, dusty, dingy, messy, unclean, unsanitary couldn't even begin to describe it. It was a CO-OP which meant there was just one big room, the kitchen and the bedroom and living room was conjoined, the only other room was the bathroom and a really puny balcony. Clothes were thrown about all over the place, ramen cups overflowing from the trash can, cockroaches scurrying out of the way noticing the giant that had walked into the room. He took a deep sigh,

"Better than nothing i guess.."

He took a cup noodle and put it in the microwave, and hen he had to face the thing he hated the most, the 3 minutes it took to make instant ramen. He then prepared his ramen and finished it nearly chocking on it. He threw the empty foam cup towards the trash imitating a basketball, the bowl also bounced off the trash can since it was already overflowing.

"Yeah, gonna have to take out the trash one of these days.."

After that he changed into his pajamas and crawled into his bed which was covered in his clothes and he fell asleep wondering about the person that looked exactly like him, and who he was exactly.