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Chapter 1

It's a beautiful spring morning somewhere in a small city in Japan. This morning, a young man at the age of 21 prepared himself for the day. It's a daily routine he'd become very comfortable and accustomed to. A life one can easily presume to be perfect. However, even the most prettiest of roses have thorns.

"Jay, come on."

Kyuubi Uzumaki stood by the door of his lavish apartment early that morning with the apartment keys in his hand while his other hand remained firm on the doorknob. He looked past the adjacent living room and kitchen, both rooms visible from the apartment's door. The two rooms are designed in one large area, both spaces separated by the change of the grey carpeted floors of the living room to the warm dark mahogany wooden carpet at the start of the kitchen. Through the living room led to an entry way, which led to a short hall where the three bedrooms and bathroom were located. From the hall, a young boy dashed and quickly rounded the corner into the cozy living room to meet his mother by the door.

The five year old looked up at him with bright, big eyes. "Ready."

Jaron Uzumaki looked handsome in his school uniform, a white buttoned up shirt with khakis and a blue blazer that was left open. His long hair that reached the middle of his back hung over his shoulders with a matching blue headband used to keep his hair from his face, showcasing his handsome soft features.

"Alright, let's go." Kyuubi held the door open as he grabbed his denim jacket from the coat rack positioned by the door. Suddenly his voice boomed. "Naruto, go to school today!" The warning was clear in his tone, enough to make the sleeping teenager within one of the bedrooms stir with annoyance.

The walk to the bus stop was short. Five minutes on a good stride. Kyuubi held his son's hand tightly and was silent as he gazed down. The reason for his existence was right beside him, the reason he smiled everyday, the reason for his perseverance through the hardships. The light in his nonetheless dark and unambitious life.

Jay gazed up suddenly and welcomed the gentle eyes of his mother. He smiled. "Mommy, you're so pretty."

Kyuubi chuckled. "Thank you?" He didn't mind the slight jab at his masculinity.

"Hey mommy?"

"Hmm?"

"How come you're pretty like a girl?" Yesterday he asked the same question.

Kyuubi opened his mouth to speak his rehearsed response. That's just how I look. He decided otherwise. "There's girls and then there's boys. But there are some boys like myself, who have pretty features and can have children like a girl. But, that doesn't make them any less of a boy. We are just unique."

Jay nodded his head in full comprehension. For his age, he was quite intelligent, a trait his mother noted he had inherited from his father. He often got one of the best if not the best results and praises on his class assignments. Accomplishments that came natural to the boy.

Jay was silent for a while until he asked suddenly. "Is that why you're both mommy and daddy?"

Kyuubi tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

"All the kids in my class have both a mommy and a daddy but I only have one. "

The question gripped Kyuubi by the heart and threatened to shatter it. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, speechless. He had also rehearsed a response for the expected inquiry. He knew their unusual situation would peak his son's curiosity sooner or later. Now that the time had presented itself, he stood at a loss for words. Just as he was about to formulate a bizarre answer that he hoped a five year old would accept easily, the long white city bus screeched to a halt. He exhaled in relief.

They boarded the bus and the morning rush was as prominent as ever. Today, they were unlucky and not a single seat was available. Kyuubi stood by the front, one arm held tightly on the rail above him while his other hand held his son to his body. The bus pulled off and Jay stumbled shortly, a cute "woah" emitting from his mouth as he nearly fell. Thankfully, his mother kept him steady.

A few minutes into the ride and the young social butterfly had already engaged in multiple conversations with the passengers sat before him. He eagerly learned the names of the passengers after introducing himself, and had went on to recite his entire ABC's forward and backwards multiple times. He then challenged his new companions to ask him to spell any word they could think off, claiming himself to be the best speller in kindergarten. The people were generous enough to ask easy words they knew the boy could spell, inflating his little ego even more. Kyuubi had apologized on his son's behalf but the people had already fell in love with the cute boy's cheerful personality and energy.

The season of spring was a blessing this year. The season had just only begun and already, many various flower buds had sprouted and the cherry blossom trees were nearly full bloomed. The weather was soothing, the bright rays of the sun were accompanied by a gentle cool breeze. The showers of spring had yet to roll in and the people of Japan hoped it wouldn't. They had endured enough rain and snow in the peak of winter.

Naruto Uzumaki sat by the window, in the back of his class. The seat practically had his name written all over it with invisible ink that only those in the junior class could read. As the teacher lectured on about the algebraic equation on the board, the blonde teenager allowed his imagination to run free, his eyes focused on the bird that had prompted itself on one of the large branches of the Sakura tree beside the school building. He eyed the small animal with envy, wishing he could somehow trade bodies with the animal and flee to anywhere he wished. Anywhere beside this hell hole.

The loud SMACK of a ruler against his desk caused him to loudly gasp and lean back in his seat with wide eyes. He gazed up shockingly at the young teacher that gazed back at him with annoyance.

A silent second passed.

"If it's not too much of a bother, can you answer the question on the board?" The teacher's tone is gentle, contradicting his irritated expression.

Naruto looked passed the man to the board. He didn't even know which question they were on. He looked sympathetically towards the teacher.

"I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't paying attention." He admitted.

The young teacher sighed. "Don't daydream in my class Mr. Uzumaki."

"Yes, I'm sorry Sir."

The teacher shook his head and returned back to the front of the class. Naruto sighed and maneuvered his fingers feverishly through his hair. He looked down at his desk and noticed his notebook was not even opened. He gazed up and was immediately met by the stern stare of his teacher. He rolled his eyes and proceeded to open his notebook.

The bell signaled the end of the class. The students hastily gathered their supplies and exited. Naruto made his way out of the class and was greeted by Kiba and his three goons. With a roll of his eyes, he turned to leave when his arm was grabbed tightly and he was pulled back aggressively.

"Fuck off." Naruto drawled out tiredly.

Kiba threw his arms up innocently and backed away. "Getting tired of me already?" He stood a few inches taller, his broad shoulders and impressive muscles were intimidating.

Naruto turned to leave and was once again stopped by Kiba's body moving to block his path.

"I just want to ask you a question?" The amusement is clear in his tone.

"Move." Naruto's demeanor is suddenly threatening, his cold stare was enough to have Kiba second guessing his next choice of words.

The boy was dumb enough to forge on. "So like, which hole exactly do the babies come from?"

The three musketeers by Kiba's side chuckled hysterically.

Naruto chuckled humorlessly, returning his gaze to Kiba's amused own. "How about I tell them something much more interesting?" He gestured to the snickering trio.

It was as if a switch had been flicked as Kiba's amused gaze suddenly hardened, his strong features becoming almost frightening. "I'll shut that pretty little mouth of yours if I were you:"

"Oh you mean my pretty little mouth that was wrapped around your dick just a few days ago." Naruto grinned. "Or was I dreaming?" He stepped closer to the panicked teen. "Hmm, it seemed pretty real to me."

In a quick motion, Naruto found himself on the ground from a powerful punch to his jaw. He was quick to retaliate, lunging for Kiba when arms are suddenly all over his body and pulling him back down. He was then dealt with harsh kicks and hits thrown all over his body. He brought his arms up to shield his head when a powerful kick was delivered to his head, causing him momentary dizziness. He heard muffled screams and suddenly the attacks seized. He gazed up with a blurred vision, his breathing irregular. His bottom lip was busted and he could taste the blood leaking from it.

He slowly stood up and saw the young math teacher scolding his four attackers. He turned to leave, his hand laced in his thick blonde hair as he ignored the calls from his teacher to stay and seek medical attention. He stopped by the door of the classroom he had just exited and took a hold of his backpack. He gripped the material object tightly in his hand, as his eyes roamed the many pitiful stares of his school mates. His anger flourished and in a quick second, his backpack heavily collided with the lockers on the walls, the contents of the bag clashing loudly against the metal.

"Fuck!" He screamed angrily, his raspy deep voice echoing his aggravation to the ears of those in the hallway. He then began a heavy stride down the crowded hall, his hard eyes instantly clearing his path as students quickly moved away to not fall victim of his anger. To the students, it was another unforgettable event with theirs truly Naruto Uzumaki, the freak of the school. Not the only one, but the only one who insisted to fight back.

Late in the afternoon, the weather had risen as the sun had reached its peak in the clear blue sky. Yet the cool breeze was still present and offered a nice relief for the people in the city. Kyuubi wore his son's anime themed backpack over his shoulder, a wide smile on his face as he listened to his son carry on about the activities he completed in school and how much fun they were. Kyuubi would occasionally ask questions or make comments to let his son know how much he enjoyed hearing about his busy kindergarten day. He loved the big smile his son would showcase when speaking about a particularly fun activity that he really enjoyed. That smile meant more to Kyuubi than any riches in the world. This carefree, hyperactive angel was the best thing that could've ever happened to him.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and allowed his son in before he entered. The boy immediately ran into the living room and leaped onto the couch where his young uncle laid lazily, with a remote in his hand. Jay's smile immediately faltered upon the appearance of his uncle. It frightened him.

"Naru, why are you hurt again?" The boy asked with a soft voice.

Naruto sat up and wrapped his arms around his nephew and brought the boy down on the couch with him, so his nephew laid over his chest. He kissed the boy's forehead and smiled.

"Because mean guys hate me." He drawled out.

"Why?"

Naruto gazed into his nephew's innocent wavering eyes. "Don't cry, I'm okay. Can I get a kiss?"

Jay pecked his uncle's lips shortly.

Naruto smiled. "I feel better already, thank you Doctor."

Jay smiled eagerly. "A kiss can't make you feel better. You need medicine."

Kyuubi finished settling down and approached the duo on the couch.

"Jay go change out of your uniform."

The boy pouted at his mother. "Can I change later?"

"No, do it now, go on."

Kyuubi watched as his son hesitantly got off the couch and walked out of the living room to his bedroom. He returned his gaze to his brother who now laid upright on the couch, his head resting comfortably on the armrest with his eyes closed.

"What the hell happened today?" Kyuubi's soft features hardened.

Naruto didn't move and merely clicked his tongue. "Just get on with the lecture I want to sleep."

Kyuubi stood up and nudged his younger brother's leg. "Sit up Naruto, this is serious."

"What the fuck?" Naruto sat up abruptly. "Leave me alone."

"How long are you planning on keeping up this rebellious attitude?" Kyuubi inhaled to maintain his composure. "Can I go a week without receiving a fucking call from your school about some stupid shit you wind up in. I have one child to raise, I can't be bothered to raise another."

Naruto eagerly stood up. "Then stop acting like you're my fucking parent." He chuckled. "You are in no position to be lecturing me Kyuubi, you were worst than me in school so don't act like you're some fucking role model."

Kyuubi furrowed his eyebrows. "And I thought you'd be smart enough to learn from my mistakes."

"I am." Naruto countered. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not knocked up."

Kyuubi sighed. "Why did you get in a fight today?" His aggressive tone had softened. The silence from his brother answered his suspicion. "You know, It's okay to be different."

"Shut up." Naruto said monotonously, not sparing his brother a glance as he headed to his bedroom.

Kyuubi threw his head back tiredly. It's been two years and he still can't seem to reach Naruto. Even after the sacrifices he's made to get them in a good place. To Naruto, everything he's experiencing, the bullying at school, the hurt, the desperation to be accepted by society, all the blame is placed on him and he fully accepted the blame. Unlike Kyuubi growing up and having his parents to help him understand their uniqueness, Naruto didn't have the comfort of their parents. And Kyuubi knew he wasn't exactly brother of the year. With each passing day, his brother's resentment towards him only seemed to grow. And it seemed there was nothing he could do to change it.

Thank you for reading.