Naruto might be a little OOC in this. Please notify me with a review if you think this is hot garbage, because I honestly agree.

As the alarm clock rang throughout the room a certain young blonde by the name of Naruto couldn't contain his excitement as he practically bounced out of his bed. Since he and his three siblings entered the world, Naruto had regretfully always been the second fiddle to his siblings. He didn't blame his parents, they didn't full out neglect him as he had feared when he was younger. His father had still played with him as a child, his mother still kissed him goodnight and he didn't get bullied by his younger siblings. However, his siblings were all a lot more eccentric than him.

Menma had been a loud child since birth, and was still going strong seven years later. He managed to drown out dad's voice with his cries whenever he got mad, and although he hadn't fully reached their mother's level yet, he was not too far off. Dad blamed the red hair.

His sister Mito, who shared the same shade of tomato as both his mom and Menma was the exact opposite. She kept her voice neutral, never screaming or crying as far as Naruto could remember, and she was the most mature of the four children. However, that put her in the middle of the spotlight, as she had been helping their parents control the other little beasts since she was four, and gained the respect of both her parents and other relatives that came over, like the white haired pervert, or the white haired pervert with a book.

Natsuki, the last sister, had blonde hair just like Naruto, but she was the most attention craving brat one could imagine. She would throw food during dinner, run around the house in the middle of the night, prank guests and tease siblings all the like. No one was safe from Natsuki's terror.

Naruto loved his siblings, and there was not an ounce of contempt for them in his heart. However, that didn't mean that he enjoyed being last pick in any activity. The two devils, Menma and Natsuki, were so ferocious that it was natural that his Mom and Dad would forget to set his part of the table, or forget to call him to dinner in the first place. He never missed a meal, his parent often quickly realized his absence, but it kind of stung in his stomach when his family was halfway through dinner before he even made his appearance. He never voiced out his concerns though.

This day, however, was different. His dad had promised Naruto that he'd take him shopping for ninja tools today. His siblings had already been equipped and started their training the week before, but the academy had just started for the older kids, and there had only been enough for three of them. Naruto had offered to wait until they restocked, which was today.

His dad had told him the day before that he'd take him first thing in the morning so he could catch up with his siblings that had actually started getting close to hitting the target (when they tossed all their shuriken at once blindly). Naruto sprinted down the stairs, but was met with an unnatural silence. His siblings always got up before him, and at this hour they should be destroying the kitchen to their hearts content. He walked down into the kitchen, only to notice that it was empty. A quick exploration around the house taught him that the same could be said for every part of his house.

Although it was out of the ordinary, it had happened before that his siblings had been extra pushy with going out to play in the morning, leaving the estate empty for a while, so Naruto simply got on with his morning as if nothing had changed. By the time three hours had passed, however, Naruto started to get annoyed. There's no way his siblings would be out playing for three hours, they'd get bored in half that time, and there was only one thing that could keep his family preoccupied for this many hours; training. Naruto's annoyance swiftly took the shape of sadness. If they were training, they would be back in an hour or two, and the store might close by that time. He had really looked forward to getting his ninja gear…

You can't buy ninja gear unless you're twelve, so Naruto couldn't really do anything about the situation. He knew that the smartest action he could take would be to stay at home in hopes that they'd be home a little earlier, but his gut told him that would not be the case.

Instead, he put on his orange little jacked his mother had picked out for him, and walked outside. When he was feeling particularly down, he would go up to the hokage monuments, and just look up at the clouds. And he really needed the distraction now.

3 hours later

As Naruto made his way towards the front door, he could hear the commotion coming from the kitchen. He snuck in, creeping past the open kitchen door, and quickly traversed the stairs to get to his room. He really didn't want to talk to his parents right now, no matter how sorry they were. He often took long breaks from them, so they wouldn't get worried until dinner rolled around, which was fairly soon. He decided to take a nap, they'd probably find him after dinner anyways.

The first thing Naruto noticed when he woke up was the delicious scent of burnt turkey. He could feel the faint smell of smoke running through his nostrils as he slowly awoke, realizing that his parents must have screwed up majorly. As he woke up however, he started to realize that the smoke smell wasn't really faint. He opened his eyes and noticed the thick cloud of smoke surrounding him in his room, and he quickly caught on to what was happening.

He dashed out of his bed and sprinted to his door, trying to open it. The instant he took hold of the door handle, however, he had to let it go with cry. It was so hot, he couldn't even touch it for more than an instant. He had no time to worry about the burns however, as he noticed the flames licking the bottom of his door, as well as parts of his walls, spreading quickly across his room. Naruto decided that jumping out of the window would be the second best option.

He started running towards it, planning to simply crash through the pane as to not get burnt again, but unfortunately, he didn't make it very far. A loud crash from his ceiling distracted him for a second, before something hard and heavy hit him straight in the back, pinning him to the floor. Naruto tried to cry out in pain, but instead a gargle left his throat. The beam that had pinned him against the floor was putting pressure on his chest, making it even harder to breathe than before. He made a desperate attempt to push it of himself, putting all of his might into his arms, but it wouldn't budge.

Naruto could feel the room heating up, and the fire crept near him. He tried to cry out for help a few more times, but simply couldn't manage. He felt his vision fading. He had to get out. Had to get out. Get out. Get…

And then the pain stopped.