Hinata-chan: Hina-chan here with a bit of a sad story but it will be continuous, if you readers like it...

Natsume: This doesn't have yaoi in it too does it?

Hinata-chan: Maybe there is and mayber there isn't, depends on what happens afterward.

Summary: Some kids know when their life will end, some don't....it depends on how their parents act. Will Naruto fight the abuse, or will he die by their hands? And to make matters worse...he's in an all boys school!

Naruto: 14 years old.

Sasuke: 15 Yrs. old.

Neji: 15 years old.

Naruto's father: 35 years old.

Naruto's mother: 30 years old.

And the rest you'll have to read to meet more characters.

Warning: May contain violence and content not suitable for...people who have bad stomachs, you were warned.

Disclaimer: The only thing I own from this story is one part of the story, I'll point it out.

Prologue~

Glass could be heard from the hallway, shouting coming after it. A boy with the most georgous blue eyes that were rare to see now-a-days, quivered in fear as his mother threw another chair at him, missing him by five inches. The wood splintered into bits of pieces, the wooden pieces flew in different directions.

"YOU SHOULD BE DEAD, YOUR BROTHER SHOULD BE THE ONE STILL ALIVE!" Naruto held his arms in front of his face as his mother pounded on him with a piece of the chair.

"She's right Naruto...why did you have to survive?" Naruto looked at his father in disbelief, searching for an answer using his father's eyes.

Naruto's mother stopped using the piece of wood and started using only her hands, raising her hand, she came down on his bare arms and began to rake the skin off of him, using her long, red nails. Naruto could only whimper in pain while his father sat there on their zebra patterned couch, taking another sip of his martini. The moon casted shadows that night, allowing the boy to see the hatred in his mother's tear filled eyes as he braced himself for another hit to the face.

He felt the side of his face, feeling some skin was missing and winced at the oncoming pain that shot through out his cheek. The mother stopped her hitting rage and went back to her drunken state, back to all her dancing that she was doing with the father. Naruto seized the opportunity to get away while his mother was in her own world.

Tears escaped the young teen's eyes as he sat, crouched down, leaning his back against the bedroom wall. After a few minutes of letting his cheek bleed, he searched around for any kind of bandage he could find, one that was from one of the kits that his father had brought home from his work. He worked at a hospital where he was assigned to take care of kids.

Naruto's stomach growled in hunger, demanding him to feed it. He sighed and quietly crept into the kitchen, looking for the cereal they had stashed away. He hoped to make as little noise as he could but he couldn't help it if the cupboards were old and loved to creak every now and then. He had found the honey nut cheerios and took it out quietly. He could not fight his hunger anymore and teared the box open and started to chow down on the honey flavoured cereal.

"I knew I heard a rat around here...." Naruto stopped eating the cereal just as his mother started to choke him.(A/n: My mom tried to choke me because I was always out of hand...)

"Carmen honey, you should leave the boy to rot on his own, I wouldn't want you to ruin your perfect nails" Naruto's father grabbed both of the woman's hands and held them in his own, kissing the back of her hands and asked her to dance with him once more.

As the rotten parents left the kitchen into the living room, Naruto tried his best to cough up some of the cheerios that got stuck in his throat. The cheerios obeyed his coughing and spit themselves out of his mouth, giving the boy his air again. Naruto was grateful for his father coming at the right time but at the same time, he placed all kinds of curses on him. He took the box of cereal with him as he left for his empty room.

And by empty room, I mean that there were no toys, no books and especially no video games of any sort, let alone a television set. His only source of entertainment was a blue dildo that his father picked up for him. His mother was not the only one who did such cruel things, his father was an assistant at a kids hospital and yet he had a cruel mind. When Naruto was around nine or ten, his father and mother broke apart for a year, it left the father with no...charging outlets to let out his...man hood. So he used the only 'object' available. He used his son, teaching him all about the boy parts and how doing something made it good.

But this didn't really stick into Naruto's mind at all, since he had no idea what his father was talking about at the time. That was until some of the boys started to take an interest all of a sudden as if someone had commanded them to prey on him. He felt ashamed of being his father's play thing in place of his mother. Just remembering made him sick to his stomach.

A/n: I only know that I got this story from listening to this song over and over again. I just suddenly got the urge to type it up...hope you liked it!