Hi! This is my first fanfic on , and just so you know, english is not my best language, I may be good for my age and country, but hey, I readfanfics and used google translate. Please be nice to me... Just so you know, the rating will raise with time
Pairing: Sasunaru
Side pairings: KakaIru, LeeSaku, SaiIno, NejiTen, KibaHina, ShikaTema, GaaraxOC, SasoDei, ItaKisa, PeinxKonan
Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto carachters, just a poster with them TT-TT
Summary: One day a child finds a flute by his doorstep. Another day a boy hears a flute. The second boy falls in love with the sound. Another day he finds the source of the sound. Read to see what happens.
Warnings: YAOI, Shounen Ai, malexmale, language, spelling, maybe smex, Mpreg
Rating(this chapter): K( +)(I think)
Key:
"Talking"
'thinking'
flashback
"talking in flashback"
'thinking in flashback'
"Kyuubi talking"
'Kyuubi thinking'
A/N
prologue
A boy sat on a tree branch in the outskirts of town. His hair was golden as the sun and his skin was tan. He had whisker-marks in his face, three on each cheek. He was kinda thin but still beautiful. But among these beautiful things, the most stunning about him was his eyes.
His eyes were the color of the sky, a bright and cloudless day. They held so much emotion that some people wondered if someone could feel that much at the same time.
He looked down on the ground. His eyes were full with pain about what happened just a few moments ago.
Flashback
"Monster!" a man yelled.
"Why are you alive, demon?" a woman screamed.
It was always like this when the blonde little boy at 12 years made it down the street, always.
'Why me?' was the only thought going through his little head, as usually.
When he made it to the outskirts of town the sound slowly faded away because it weren't much people there because they knew he would be there.
He climbed a tree and slowly sat down on a branch.
End Flashback
That was what usually happened but he still felt sad about it.
Why did it just happen to him?
He sighed and let a tear fall to the ground.
When the sun began to set he slid of the branch and onto the ground.
He slowly went home, it wasn't that much people outside, and those who were just plainly ignored him.
Outside his door he could see a pretty small elongated metallic thing lay on the ground.
The boy crouched down to see what it was. It was a flute!
He looked around to see who had dropped it, but there was no one in sight.
He took the flute and went, fast, into the woods to try it, he didn't want to disturb the villagers.
When he was deep in the woods he began go play.
He immediately noticed how fast and well his fingers ran over the flute and made wonderful noises with help of the metallic stick.
And that was how it all started.
A/N: Ok, so this was my first story. Please review and help me with ideas and the spelling and such.
Ja ne!