The Hero of Konoha

Prologue: The begging and the end

I don't own Naruto or its characters

The night was crisp and warm; the sun which had warmed the earth that day had long gone into hiding for the period of darkness had gone on till midnight. Inside a home in Konoha, a group of people were gathered to pay their last respects to one of their own, one of their heroes, one of their all time greats. They were there to pay last respects to the current Hokage, of the Village Hidden in the leaf, Naruto. The people were from different backgrounds, some were close friends of the hyper active shinobi, some had just meet the great hero one time or never in person. They just wanted to give things for all the things that the hero of Konoha had done in his life, the shinobi who made miracles happen, as he was known, during his own lifetime.

Inside this room, adults and children both were gathered, many children wondering about the great hero, wanting more information about him and the various legends of his life. One child walked though, his hair spiky and black. He was no more than 4 or so years old; he had never meet Naruto, and had no real knowledge about how he was connected to his own family's life. The young boy's bright red eyes were focused on the tomb, as the great hero laid in rest. He was not Uchiha, but his eyes had the same fire as anyone from that clan. He looked up at his father, a curious look on his face as if asking for any bit of knowledge about the hero who was resting an eternal rest in front of him.

The father looked down at his son, his light brown hair and green eyes focused on his son, as he smiled warmly at him. His eyes could pick up the curiosity in those of his son, and knew him well enough to know that look anywhere. He knew that this was not the time or the place to tell the story of the great hero, but he knew he would have to tell it. He also knew that with his son, he would have to tell everything or his son wouldn't be happy with partial information on the subject. He put his strong hand on his son's shoulder and gave him a look that said volumes. It was one which announced not now, and his son was able to read it very well after having been given the same look many times over the years.

The son and father got to the front of the tomb and the son looked up at his father with a curious look in his eyes, "I can't see," he complained sharply his tone saying his desire to see the person who everyone was there to see.

The father smiled and picked up his son holding him in his arms so he could see the great hero. The boy did so and was amazed at how peaceful; the 'eternal rest' looked to him. It looked like he was having a good dream for the person seemed to have a smile on his face. He must of lead a happy life the boy decided on the spot. He also was far more curious about the man, and his life, and what he did to make himself so happy. He wondered if his father had known the man as well. He didn't know, but he was curious about the answer to the question. He smiled even when he was put back on the ground. The father looked over at the man, who he barely knew and said his own prey of thanks and hope that the hero was having as good of life as possible from all he was told. He had known the story of the hero, despite never really meeting him more than one time. That time he did little more than shake the hero's hand.

Soon the two were done with their turn at the front of the tomb, and moved on past. There were many people behind them who wanted their turn to pay respect to the hero and have a personal final good bye to now former Hokage. The whole town had shown up to pay respects as soon as they could. The father wasn't nearly the first to pay respects, but he wasn't the last one either. He smiled as he picked up his son and carried him piggy back style home.

The walk wasn't that far to his home, but it was a nice night to take such a walk, as if the heavens were paying respect to the hero as well. The moon shined brightly on the town, and the winds were light, and crisp. It was the type of night one could take a walk forever and enjoy every second of the journey. The father smiled as he heard a yawn from the boy as he could tell the boy was sorta getting tired. He smiled knowing it was natural for young boys to try to stay up past their natural limitation determined by need of sleep.

He walked into his home, the house was nice and organized, though not anymore fancy then any of the other homes in the area. He knew that his wife was out of town, on a mission of some sort for the village, and well it was up to him to watch over the house and his son in the mean time. He took his son up to his room, and laid him down in his bed.

The boy smiled and pulled a stuffed frog close to himself and smiled at his father. He was forgetting something, and as his father started to leave him to go to sleep, suddenly remembered.

"Daddy!" he shouted out with all his energy, "I need to know the story, the story of the hero, please tell me," he called out to his father.

The father turned and smiled as he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge and looked at his reenergized young boy, and smiled, "Well sure, I will tell you," he said with a smile, "I didn't know him so well, but your grandfather did," he commented with a smile as he looked at his son. He rubbed his chin and began to think of the story, as if he had remembered it detail from that of his father. He suddenly remembered and pulled out a old family book from a bookshelf. His father became a writer later in life and wrote about all his adventures, but he also wrote about the lives of his friends as well. He had known Naruto, and wrote his story as a gift. "Well, here we begin."

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