ROXY! is life, and life's a party.
… Anywho, ROXY! is my little baby. Treat her well. Naruto today, Kakashi tomorrow.
1: poor, little rich boy
Naruto couldn't give his parents what they wanted.
He sailed through high school more concerned with his female peers' asses then with his studies. Strumming his guitar instead of getting a job.
Even though he'd had his fair share of drugs and could party with the rest of them, they weren't the reasons for his downfall in high school. Naruto could have been smart, but he just chose otherwise. He was just too much of a joke to do anything right, and Naruto realized that.
He'd get an F on a history report that he ripped the pages of his book out for and get suspended for walking into the girls' locker room/goosing whoever he could get his hands on. He'd get detentions for skipping almost every class and have his parents called for walking around the school completely naked, save his guitar placed strategically over his dick. Week after week. Disappointment after fucking disappointment.
Naruto was popular in school though. He always had been. He was the quintessential class clown. Attractive, too. Almost pretty. Of course he'd be popular. However, he was popular in the way that everyone knew of him, but didn't know him. And that left him unattainable to any form of a close relationship in school.
By the time everyone was sending off applications for college, Naruto had given up completely at school.
His parents didn't give up as the months rolled by and nevertheless the problems he caused, they still had a plethora of options. The Uzumaki family was privileged after years of selling minimally discounted Porsches at a dealership, and they could send Naruto wherever they wanted.
Which was boring college with a boring name he can't place anymore. He was going to study business. Just like his dad.
Shit, wasn't that dandy?
He didn't want to sell cars like his dad.
He didn't want to be his dad.
Naruto wanted to be totally and utterly off the tracks his mom and dad had laid out for him. He wanted to be in a band.
At night, he'd dream foolishly of belting out the electric guitar solos of the Gods and supermodel panties littering the stage. He'd chuckle and roll over, as they the world screamed his name.
Naruto, Naruto, Naaaaaaruto!
He was made to riff on stage and wear crazy outfits and fuck groupies. He wasn't made to go to college or get a job. That was for sure.
So, on the morning he was supposed to leave for Cookie Cutter University in Nowhereville, Naruto cut town.
He had this habit of never having more than what he could fill his guitar case with. After one of the numerous fights he'd instigated with his mother and father, Naruto'd pack up all his clothes and lay them around his guitar, nestled in it's case.
Before, he'd calm down and put his possessions back in their respective places.
This time, he didn't put them back.
In fact, they'd never go back.