A/N: This is basically the product of a bunch of 'what-ifs' rolling around in my head. My Ocs adopt Naruto, and raise him to be strong. But just how strong?

Intro: Find me!

The sun was shining bright in the sky with only a few clouds overcast. There was a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, saving the villagers from overheating. Outside a school sat a boy on a swing. The spiky haired blond had been outcast yet again by his peers, and he remained along the outskirts of their little groups. Forever longing, but never belonging.

Sighing, the little boy hopped off of the swing and left for home. In truth it wasn't a home, it was a cold, empty apartment where he lived by himself. Every day he would have to wonder through the open streets where he could practically feel the hostile gazes of the villagers. The little boy tried to ignore the cold glares and cruel words the adults spat at him, at least they no longer beat on him, but that was most likely thanks to the ANBU that had been sent to watch over him. At that thought a single tear fell from his ocean blue eyes. Soon more tears followed and, not wanting anyone to see, he began to run when he bumped into someone.

"Gomen nasai! Little boy, are you hurt?" The blue eyed boy looked up at the kind voice to spot the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The woman had long, curly, crimson hair and the brightest violet eyes. Her skin was a warm color that reminded him of honey, and she wore an elaborate kimono which made him think she was a princess.

"No," he choked, trying not to sob. The woman gave a kind smile and squatted down to the young child's height. The gesture was a strange one; no one had ever lowered themselves to him before.

"Tell me your name." Her voice was warm and gentle, like the sun on a lazy spring day. The boy wiped at his eyes again, and with the whisker marks on his face he almost seemed to be copying a cat. The woman gave a soft chuckle at the thought and gently wiped away a stray tear with her index finger.

"Naruto... Uzumaki Naruto." His voice was hoarse from holding back tears, and he was forced to swallow the lump in his throat. The woman gave an understanding smile that made Naruto's heart pound with hope and anticipation. There was something about this woman that was so alien, and yet familiar. It was just like all those times when he had witnessed a mother comforting her child, except this time he was the child, and this woman was playing the mother.

"Well, my name is Doragon Asahi. How old are you Naruto?" Asahi held out her hand for Naruto to shake, which he did. He then held up eight fingers to signal his age. "So you're eight? You're only two years younger than my son, Ichigo, and nine years younger than my daughter, Aisu. But she likes to pretend she's older. Say Naruto, would you like to have dinner with me and my family?" The blonde boy's face lit up at the red head's question.

"Hai! Can we have ramen, please?" He gave a nervous smile, to which she chuckled softly. She stood slowly and fluidly, as graceful as a dancer, and lifted Naruto to sit on her hip. He immediately clutched at her shoulder as she lifted him, unused to the gesture as he was. Asahi gave a soft laugh before answering him.

"Yep! But you have to tell them it's your idea, otherwise they'll say no! You're not the only ramen lover around here!" Asahi flashed a brilliant smile and carried the boy to the restaurant where her family was waiting. Along the way she began to notice the cold glares and the stares of disbelief she was receiving. It caused her to wonder why they would react that way towards a child, especially one as sweet as little Naruto.

Upon entering said restaurant, she immediately began to take notice of the way the other adults would sneer and whisper at the presence of child she held in her arms. Instantly she became infuriated and shielded the boy from view with her body. "Naruto, why are they looking at you like that? Are your parents Ronin or something?" Asahi asked the trembling boy on her hip. He looked about ready to cry and she instantly knew what had caused his tears before.

"I don't know. Old man Hokage said they're dead. They've always looked at me like that." At the blonde's words, Asahi's motherly instincts kick in. She tucked the little blond's head into her shoulder and soothed him as she carried him over to the booth where her family was waiting. When she finally sat herself and Naruto down, determination consumed her every feature, almost lighting a flaming aura around her.

Naruto observed Asahi's family silently, afraid for some instinctual reason, though he seemed to take no notice of her sudden change in atmosphere. There was a man, sitting directly across from Asahi, who was taller than the Hokage by far. The man had dark skin that seemed an almost copper color in the light, and was very out of place in such a pale village. His hair was cut short, but you could still easily distinguish the natural navy blue color that, oddly enough, matched his eyes.

Next to the man was a girl, Aisu as he recalled. She was short for a seventeen year old, and very lanky, though he just knew she was very fast, and strong. Her skin was the same tone as Asahi's, and her hair was the strangest he had ever seen. It started out as a light lavender color near the roots, and faded into the same deep navy blue as her father's. Her left eye was an icy blue color, but the right was covered by an eye patch, and he couldn't help but wonder why.

Across from Naruto sat a boy that looked to be the same age, but Naruto knew he must be the ten year old, Ichigo. The boy was paler than the others, though not by much, and he had this brilliant pink hair with navy blue tips, though the blue was barely visible and more resembled an outline than anything. The boy had bright violet eyes, the same as his mother, though just a tad darker.

"Asahi, who's you're new friend?" The man asked, raising his brow at Naruto. His voice was a deep baritone with a slight rasp, as if he yelled a lot. Which, being a teacher, he did; though, Naruto didn't know this. Said eight year old hid his face behind Asahi's arm, using her kimono as a curtain. The fiery woman smiled warmly at the child before slowly bringing him back into view.

"Aomine, this is Naruto. If I'm right he's just like your little brother, so be nice." Asahi mockingly shook a finger at her husband. Aomine rolled his eyes, and the children giggled at their daddy getting scolded. "Nice to meet you, Naruto. I'm Aomine, and this is Aisu and Ichigo." With that introduction, Naruto was set on a path that would forever change his life.