So yah I do not own any of the characters in this story they belong to the creator and I also do not make any type of profit from this. It's just for fun and the enjoyment of the readers and myself.
Yay for foster home fics 3 :D That's what this is~ It's my first Fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy ^^
Azuma looked over after hearing Naruto sigh for the 6th time in the past 20 minutes. He could tell the other was thinking hard and was trying to figure out what went wrong this time. It was the same every time a foster home sent Naruto back, he always blamed himself, even though it never was. This time Azuma hoped Naruto could stay the new foster home permanently. He deserved to have a good life, have fun and make friends. He just needed the right home and the right people to be with, and Azuma was sure he would stay this time.
The car slowed to a stop in front of a mid-sized two level house. The lights on the front porch were on telling Azuma that Naruto's new foster father and family were home. He gently patted Naruto on the shoulder, making Naruto jump slightly at the sudden contact. He looked over at Azuma smiling softly.
"Naruto It's going to be okay, your new foster father is a nice man. I've met him before and he already has a few other foster kids already, so you'll make a few friends right off the bat."
Naruto gave him a nervous look and nodded opening the car door and stepping out. Azuma got out of the car on his side and grabbed Naruto's bag out of the backseat and they made there way to the front door.
(Naruto's POV)
'I can't believe it happened again' he thought resting his head against the window…They sent me away too…I thought it was going so well…But I guess they didn't like me as much as they said they did.'
Naruto sighed as they pulled up to the house. He looked it over, it wasn't to small or to big, it looked like a nice house for an average sized family. It was a light blue colour with a teal border around each window, with a slate grey roof. He smiled though as he looked at the porch. It was painted white and a oddly shaped mailbox with the name 'Umino' written on it, the thing looked like a bumble bee morphed with a butterfly…There was a rocking couch, one of those couches he always saw in stores that seemed like so much fun to sit on. With a comfy looking cushion in a plaid pattern with a matching roof.
After approving of the house in his mind he smiled at Azuma, but he was still a little bit cautious. He wanted this to work out, he didn't want to be tossed aside again, he wanted a real family. He listened to Azuma's "Its going to be okay" speech and got out of the car, grabbing a box from the back seat as Azuma took his bag and made his way to the front door, knocking on the door gently.