My name is naruto uzumaki. But I'm not the same naruto as you see in the beloved anime series nope I'm fourth generation naruto. I live her with my brother itachi uchiha

a his really really strong. But she I'm adopted my real parents died when I was 2 young to care for myself. I was 4 and sitting in a public park crying to myself. Lots of people

saw me crying but no one cared enough to stop, not even to ask if I was ok. After it got dark and people went home itachi was cutting through the park he had worked late

at his job. He saw me crying on the bench alone hugging my knees helpless and open to attack. Unlike everyone else he had sympathy for me and stopped in front of me. He

was only ten but was tall and built for his age. He had coal black eyes that seemed dark and creepy but had a tint of caring when he looked at me. His skin was pale and

white the moon seemed to shine off him in the darkness of the cold night. "Are you ok? Where are your parents?" his voice was strong and securing just hearing him made

me feel safe. I was always a shy child and to be in the present of such a strong boy didn't help at all. I missed with my fingers which was a bad habit when I'm scared making

sure not to make eye contact. I remained silent at first but then decided to answer him. "Yes I'm ok I think. And ….. I don't have parents" unlike him my voice was weak and

low. His eyes widened at first caught by shock then his emotionless face returned. He stared at me for a minute then held out his hand "you will come with me. And this is

not a question." Before I could add my input he grabbed my small hand and started leading me away. That was the day the famous uchiha took me under his wing and

raised me as if I was his little brother.