Guys listen, this is my very first fan fiction and I am announcing how much help I need. Please send me a pm or comment on how I can improve the story so far.

English in not my mother language so please, I beg of you to help or give me any ideas!!! I am not good in grammar or word usage because I prefer to read than to write.

Please have mercy!!! By the way, can anyone there tell me what flames are?

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. (A/N: He's for everybody. That's the purpose of fanfics....tehehehe......No that was wrong.....Kufufufufufufufu...........)

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I remember that day; the very day my parents were murdered, brutally. I remember how murdered they look like when their bodies were still fresh and untouched. Their insides, where all the food we ate the night before go to, were scattered all around the floor. Painted on the very walls of their own room was their blood. Their bodies were lying in bed yet heads were separated. The heads, still in their pillows, had faces smiling brightly at us as if they weren't dead at all.

My brother, Kyuubi, saw that scene with me. He was just 2 years older than me (I was five that time) yet he didn't panic at all. The first thing he did was hug me. His chest was covering my eyes from the things I just saw and said something to me that went like: "It's okay. Don't ever look. This is just an illusion, a nightmare. Forget it if you can. If you want to cry, then you can cry, I allow you to cry." My brother hates tears, yet that day, he allowed me to show them.

No, it's not like he didn't get scared. He was stuttering at every word he said. I felt something wet on my head right after. He too was scared. Kyuu-niisan acts like an adult yet he is still human. He was trying so hard to be brave just for me.

I forgot how long I hugged my brother, silently crying unto his chest, also trying to be brave. I never noticed the flow of time. I never noticed the police coming, panicking on how children must not see the horrible scene. They were already too late for that though, we just saw everything. They covered us with warm blankets and carried us outside.

Kyuu-niisan was the one who told me how we ended up in the hospital from the crime scene. I jumped out of bed, asking my older brother permission to go to the toilet, and then proceed. I looked at myself in the comfort room's wall-mirror and noticed how red, wet and puffy my face is from all the crying done. I was trying not to cry, but the memory of having our parents killed was still fresh. I washed my face and immediately went back to my brother. I noticed how wet Kyu-niisan's eyes were. He also cried.

Minutes later, a nurse came in the room we were left at and introduced herself. I like Shizune-neechan. She's kind and has a smile that is full of warmth. She said the doctor would be coming soon to check us up.

Tsunade-baachan's very much like a mother hen. Though she reeked of sake, she is a worrywart. She hurriedly came to our room when she heard about children witnessing a crime. That day, we just learned she was related to our father. She was otou-san's godmother.

Kyuu-niisan and I were all clear from injuries but not sure of the mental and emotional effect of the murder.

We were requested to have a talk with the police officers. Before baa-chan started to throw a fit at the police officers, both of us hurriedly agreed, knowing how scary drunk people act when angry. We still remained in the hospital room we were assigned and there they asked us questions. Answering all of them with a no, the police left empty-handed from the questions they asked us. We do not know who killed our parents and why. But from the way it looks, my father's competitors may be at fault.

Yup, actually, we are rich. No, that was wrong. It was my father who's rich. He founded and built the Rasengan Corp. with the family lawyer. Oh yeah, I also just learned that day that our family's lawyer is Tsunade-baachan's only husband, Jiraiya (who I prefer to call ero-sennin since he's so perverted). Ero-sennin was actually the mentor and adviser of our father (ero-sennin also advised him on how to court okaa-san).

For a week, we were advised to stay in the hospital for further inspection. Results show how perfectly healthy we were. But, the weird thing was how perfectly NORMAL we acted after that. No signs or traces of trauma or phobias were seen or observed. Well, maybe we were matured than our current ages?

Ero-sennin came to see us on the last day (actually, he came everyday). We were going to be sent to the orphanage. Tsunade-baachan really wanted to adopt us but it would endanger her so we chose the orphanage.

Three days ago, we were told how the orphanage was not-so-ordinary. No, Tsunade-baachan and Ero-sennin don't know about it. Actually, that orphanage is part of a witness protection program of the FBI and something else. Though both of them know that we are going to change our names for protection, they don't know anything about the something else.

So, since that day, we were known as Uzumaki Naruto and Uzumaki Shin, orphans of the Konoha orphanage of Konohagakure and members of the secret Shinobi Organization. So, the question is, how did we become members of the elite and independent organization? Want to know? Then, here begins our real story...

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Waaaaaah!!!!!! I can't believe I finished the first part.

So, from now on, yoroshiku onegaishimasu!

And also, ratings may go up...Oh, I don't know...