The Naruto character(s) do not belong to me, I have no rights of ownership.

~Prologue~

Naruto laid on his back upon the queen sized mattress- a mattress he payed for fresh outta pocket- with his arms bent behind his head for support. His shaggy blonde locks plastered against his arms and forehead- dripping of leftover water from his recent shower. The whistling of the wind outside his bedroom window seeped through the screen opening; cooling his body. Here in his bedroom, Naruto felt save and secure to know that the bastards he called his family wouldn't dare set foot inside his utopia. Within these four walls, the blonde could hide in his safe haven from the lewd remarks directed towards him by the explicit delinquents he attended the same educational facility with.

He could go to school to avoid his parents hurtful words- however that would mean becoming vulnerable to the students/ teachers of Konoha High. He was constantly compared to Kyuubi- his rebellious older brother by 5 years. Kyuubi was a 21-year-old college drop out, with long red hair that just rippled down his shoulders to the small of his back. His emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, and his unnaturally curved stature- almost like the average woman's- made him look more feminine than the normal man should. The teachers would monitor his every move, and state ludicrous things like:

"Kyuubi Uzumaki would've easily answered that question, blindfolded and naked."

This was the same Kyuubi that promised to take him to the moon when he became at a famous astronaut, at the age of 10 (making Naruto an ignorant 5-year-old at the time). The exact same Kyuubi who pissed in the neighbor's dog bowl after finding out that their German shepherd had bit his little brother on the arm. And did their parents take the little boy to the hospital? Hell no. But if he had been their precious Kyuubi, the two would've practically busted their asses to get him to the best hospital in America. If only those bastards saw him now. The 16-year-old had lived his entire life being compared and even over looked by those who just so happened to walk into his miserable life. He could remember times when his mother Kushina would give him bubble baths before bedtime- while shampooing his hair, she'd say things like:

"You took after that damn father of yours" or "I shouldn't have slept with your bastard of a father."

All while the shampoo water would become yellower by the seconds. At first he wondered why his shampoo would always turn yellow as he washed his hair. However when he stepped outside the tub, his bright blonde locks would shine brighter than the dull color they'd become when he first stepped inside the bathroom. Kushina told him it was her "magic touch" that revived his hair to such vibrancy. He later realized as he grew older, that it was only his shampoo that made his hair glow so bright. this only made him began to wonder:

Why was his hair always fading anyway? Was that even normal at all?

Those questions would earn him an intense glare from his father, Minato, also known as the senator of Texas. Minato Namikaze, always had a huge anathema with anything his son did. Naruto could never please the man no matter how hard he tried, and that bothered him to death. He could reminisce on a time where the man actually treated him like a son. The middle aged man would take, both Kyuu and himself for walks in the park, and they'd play Tag or Hide 'n' Seek in their ginormous backyard for hours on end. But one day that all just ended. The love deteriorated, and this ample amount of disgust and hatred made its prescience known. Just abruptly, Minato practically disowned him, and would relentlessly beat the boy for hours without the slightest sign of fatigue. Cerulean orbs would darken with rage, but after years of abuse, Naruto became use to his father's murderous rampage. To this day, he's slightly frightened the man.

That's why he stayed enclosed in his bedroom. He could sit in here all day long, without his parents bothering to speak to him. But that damned brother of his was a completely different story.

The door flung open.

Damn.

"Naruto!" Kyuubi exclaimed, before gawking at the naked 16-year-old laying nonchalantly on his bed. Naruto stared back at his older brother just as baffled, before his brother coughed awkwardly at which he wrapped a towel around his waist. The redhead was clad in a teal muscle shirt- despite having little to no muscles at all- and some baggy grey sweatpants. Kyuu continued to gawk, while lacing his fingers through his hair nervously. "Ummm, Naruto..." He pointed cautiously at the younger boy, while azure eyes narrowed upon seeing Kyuubi's taut person. "...were you ummm...mas...masturbating?" Azure eyes shot open.

"No! What the hell Kyuu?!-"

"-Hell, you're naked on the bed so I thought-"

"-There's something called knocking for one. And, I was simply air drying."

"Air drying?" Naruto nodded stiffly. Kyuubi shook his head in disbelief and folded his arms against his chest, while lolling against the door's hinges. "Alright, I'll pretend you weren't jacking off, when i walked in-"

"-Dammit, Kyuu I wasn't jacking off, you bas-" his brother held his hand up to silence the boy before him, and it worked none the less. The red-head smirked wryly, and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, while rising off the door.

"Whatever...It's normal to indulge in self-satisfaction, I get it. I use to jack off when I was your age-"

"-Kyuubi! I WASN'T DOING TH-" Said Kyuubi rose his hand once more to silence his brother.

"I don't care... I came up here because, mom and dad want us downstairs to have a family meeting in five minutes, so I suggest you get dressed." With that Kyuubi turned swiftly on the balls of his feet, and disappeared from Naruto's eyesight. The 16-year-old face palmed himself, and rose from the comfort of his bed, while stripping himself once again of his towel. Naruto stalked towards his dresser and picked out a fresh pair of orange boxers- with little frogs eating flies all over them- an orange polo, and denim jeans. He dressed in utter silence, while his thoughts rambled about in his mind. He loathed family meetings due to the fact that, he was always the butt of the meeting. He would be the talk of the family; however this particular meeting was an exception to the blasé routine surprisingly.

He stepped outside his bedroom, descending the spiral marble encrusted staircase towards the den where his family held such "meetings". Azure eyes examined the fine polished corridor walls. Their bronze hue glistening in the chandelier light. He jammed both hands into his pockets, upon seeing his father's narrowed eyes fall on his person. Watching her husband avert his gaze and tense, Kushina turned around to examine her youngest son. Kyuubi sat on the love seat. His arms resting on both the arm and back of the brown couch, while folding his right leg on top of his left- a little bit above the knee. All eyes rested on the blonde's person, and Naruto simply stared back just as passively.

"Naruto, come in and have a seat." Minato ordered sternly, at which his son did as told. Resting on the soft cushions of the love seat next to his brother, Kyuubi. "We called this meeting, because I want you two to know that, I'm quitting my job as senator... And I'll be running for the federal court system-"

"-How?" Kyuubi inquired firmly, as he twisted a few strands of his hair around his right index finger. "You can't run for the federal judicial system. The president has to nominate you."

"And that he did." Minato shot back with a smile. Kyuubi laughed, while Naruto gawked at his parents.

The president chose him as a nominee?!

"Your father received the news a few days ago, and we decided to inform you, Kyuubi...because not only is he nominated, he's more than qualified to get you a job as well!" Kushina squealed with excitement.

"Are you serious?!" Kyuubi exclaimed with an enormous smile curling up his lips, revealing his pearly white teeth. Minato closed his eyes languidly and nodded.

"But first, I must speak with Fugaku Uchiha about your application for the job." Emerald eyes narrowed upon hearing that name. The twinkle in Kyuu's eyes were now pools of an unexplainable emotion. "I'll meet with him for lunch soon, and see if you can get the job-"

"-No." He retorted unexpectedly. Both parents gawked at him.

"No?" Kushina inquired. "Why, not?"

"You know why." Kyuubi growled out through clenched teeth, before rising off the couch and out the room he walked. Leaving poor Naruto to practically die from the looks on his parents' faces.

"Naruto did you wash your hair today, with the shampoo I bought you?" Kushina asked, while examining her newly manicured fingernails.

"Yes, ma'am." Her emerald eyes glanced over at Minato, who scoffed at her question and rose up from his seat. Mumbling that Naruto was in fact "such a disappointment" as he walked pass his son. His mother looked at him with a hint of sympathy in those eyes, only to rise from her seat also.

"Naruto..." His mother softly called for him, just as she stepped over the threshold and came to a hiatus in the main corridor of their mansion. The teen looked over at his mother, despite her refusing to acknowledge his gaze. She didn't spare him a glance, nor did she try to hide the sorrow in her voice as she spoke. "...You need to wash your hair, son...It's looking dull again." She left the room, and all Naruto could do was stare hopelessly in the spot, where his mom once stood. That was the first time in a long time that she actually spoke to him like a caring mother should.

And it was also the last.

~Well, I finally got around to the rewrite, so you all could get something new to read. Sorry for any errors. Thanks for reading this prologue, and that's all for now! The first official chapter for this story will be up soon hopefully! Follow, Favor, Review; do whatever you see fit too! Peace!~