Hi, in this story Naruto is not Minato's son. He's also not the host of the nine tails. In fact, Minato and Kushina are alive. Naruto is just an orphan that's mediocre at what he does, gets little attention from his classmates, and is shunned by society because he has to steal to survive. He's known as a thief in Konoha.

Chaper 1 – The boy no one cared about

My name is Uzurani Naruto, I'm twelve years old, and a student at Konoha Ninja Academy. I've been a student there from the age of six. It's been quite some hard years for me, and to be honest, sometimes I wish I didn't have to attend the academy. But I sort of have no choice you see.

I'm poor, and being at the academy as one of their charity cases gives me the opportunity to free meals during the day. This is actually the only reason I chose to attend the academy in the first place. I was so hungry one day that I was desperate enough to enrol.

You may wonder what's so bad about the academy. Many people dream of attending the academy, to become a shinobi, the occupation that so many dream of, and many more envy. You hear great things about elite shinobi like Kakashi of the Sharingan, Jiraiya of the Sannin, and of course the Hokage, Minato Namikaze, the Yellow Flash.

The answer to that question is because I hate the shinobi world. There's a reason I'm poor.

Years ago, when I was only one years old, my family was killed by shinobi. We were living far away from Konoha at the time, inside a cabin deep in the mountains of the Fire Country, where the forests blossemed like summer trouth.

There was a fued between Konoha and the Iwa, and as it happened, our cabin was just in between. I don't remember much of that night, except my mother screaming, and my father's dead eyes.

The next morning I was found by Konoha shinobi, who had brought me to Konoha, and afterward into their only orphanage. I have very bad memories of that time.

In the academy I'm known as the deadbeat, because I'm bad at everything a shinobi should be good at, or at least should be striving for in the case of academy students.

I dont mind being thought of as the deadlast, or the loser. What do they know of my hardships anyway? They all have fancy homes and families to go to after the bell rings. Some hail from prestigious clans, like the Uchiha bastard. Not only is he a skilled student, the best in the class in fact, he's also probably loaded with money. There's also Hinata, from the Hyuuga clan, and dog boy from the Inuzuka clan. They're all a pain in the void that is known as my existence.

The reason I'm bad in the academy isn't because I lack talent, I don't even know if I have any talent in the art of the ninja, I just don't try. I hate the craft of these mindless killers, so why should I excell at their game? I was getting free food, and the academy offered me the safety of the streets during the day.

Too bad this little bubble of fantasy was about to pop. Next week is the last time I can take the genin exam. Should I fail, they will kick me out, and by by go the free meals, and hello to the rotten scum of the slums of the village hidden in the leaves.

There was some hope though. As the years past in their harsh winters and suffocating summers, I got much better at stealing. I was so good that I no longer had to worry about my ribs sticking almost out of my skin. My belly was full on most days. The only reason I stick with the academy is because it offers me safety from some of the underground gangs in the village.

Soon that protection would end. I have to think of a way to survive.

"Naruto, are you not paying attention again?" Asked the voice of Iruka Umino. I looked up, and yawed. "Why can't you at least pretend to be interested in what I teach?"

"Because he's too stupid," the dog boy yowled. The rest of the class laughed. Some of the more quiet ones didn't say anything, but they never did anyways.

"At least I don't sleep in dog shit, dog boy," I retorted back. I heard some sniggers coming from the back of the class.

"Calm down, the both of you!" Umino said. He looked down one final time at me, shook his head, and went back to the front of the class.

I stared at the clock above the green board. It was still 4 hours until the bell would ring and I would head back into the desolate streets of Konoha.

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I have a bit of a busy life, so I'm not sure when I can update this. I'll try to update when I can/have the energy for it.