Disclaimer: (Yoda voice) own Naruto, I do not. For the Yoda voice, the same.

a/n: due to technical difficulties (read: I lost the rough draft), I will not be posting Naruto: Serious for a while. For those who have read my profile, N:S is going to be the fic in which my name appears, no sooner, no later. For those who haven't, read my profile for further info. This fic will make a reference to the original Naruto to point out one major difference between the two here in the beginning, after that, it won't happen, like this, again (just more or less (mostly less) following the original story line, that's all). Now, on to the story!

Narrator (that's me)

'demon/inner-person thinking'

"demon/inner-person talking to jinchuuriki/outer-person"

"demonic voice"

"talking"

'thinking'

"talking to demon/inner-person"

flashback

-----------------------------------time skip/scene change

Chapter 1 (that's right folks, no prologue this time)

His Story

Konoha, a beautiful shinobi village, over looked by the great stone faces of the Hokage, past and present. Sitting upon the face of the 4th Hokage were three children who were each about 4 years old, one of which, who happens to be the hero of this story (for those of you who hadn't figured that out yet), was easily spotted anywhere in the village, even if only as a yellow and orange blur chased by the victims of his latest pranks. This was Uzumaki Naruto.

"Pink is not Neji-nii-san's color," giggled Hinata, thinking back to the prank that had gone off with out a problem just a couple hours earlier.

However, unlike most versions of Naruto...

"Green isn't exactly Itachi-nii-san's color, either," responded Sasuke, barely containing his laughter.

This Naruto was born with a problem...

"I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces," laughed Naruto with a hint of sadness in his voice.

A problem that could affect his life as a ninja...

"What do you mean, Naruto-kun?" asked Hinata. "You were looking right at them."

However, Naruto never was one to let a problem get in the way of his dream to be Hokage, not even...

Facing the general direction of the girl, Naruto sighed. His lively blue eyes unfocused, despite the fact that they seemed to bore into her very soul. "You forget, I'm blind," he gently reminded her.

Being blind from birth. This is his story, the story of the Kitsune Musha, the Fox Warrior. But, that's getting ahead of the story.

To Be Continued...

Like it or not, I WILL finish this story. So there.