Author's notes: Well yes, this is the beginning all over again. I know of all people that you do not like to read bad first entries, however I will combat you in your feeling for mine in writing bad ones… sorry for such a bad first entry, but I need to start this story off right.

Chapter one: True beginnings.

Sasuke calmly placed his bag down on the giant lane of the plane's travel belt. Not only did he not enjoy these little places where they check you so thoroughly it seems as though they could ask you to strip to your boxers, but it had an odd feeling, moving back to this area all by himself. He took his bag from the lane before stepping off into this place called "Konoha"

Sasuke had lived here before. Actually his whole family lived here before. However due to their need of money and space, the entire family moved to a far away place together, as in to get completely away from.. Something he would never speak of again. However, he himself had chosen to go back on his own, due to the fact he had his education to look forward to, however in the area, which he was, he would only receive the lowest level of learning. He signed up for the konoha high school, which started this spring. He learned of how it has only one class each day, then lunch, then dismissal and finally to after school/ end school. Didn't seem too bad, and it seemed to work for his life, since he would only have to worry about one class per day, and he would be able to master a subject with ease with the processing speed of his brain, so he was sure this would be a good opportunity.

He walked up to his old cryptic mansion, which held his forgotten memories, after he had been dropped off by a taxi from the airport. He took out the key from the chain he held around his neck and carefully slid it into the entrance. He turned it till it gave a small click sound, surprising himself due to the fact the mansion hadn't had been used in soo long and t probably became ancient in the time of its vacancy.

"Hello?"

No answer.

"Anyone here?"

No answer.

"Good."

Sasuke threw his bags down to the floor before walking all over his new house. He wasn't at all enthusiastic about living with himself; in fact he did have a problem with quiet places… and being alone…. But that's not the point. He wasn't sure if he would ever need a room mate, so in reality he just would have to trail on. So much for OCD.

"Hmm... I wonder where my schedule is. No matter, tomorrow I will avoid any confrontation with anybody, that way I can stay safe."

Sasuke began to unpack the seemingly million of bags which found themselves packed to the top with junk ranging from tooth brushes to sketchbooks to food. He took care in placing each of the items in a specific location and he made sure he took the time to make sure that he put food in the kitchen and his clothes upstairs in his room. In the flow of unpacking, he picked up his schedule, which held the week-based schedule that he was to follow rigidly. The class on Monday you ask? History. Sasuke knew just how much he disliked history and it was sure to show up in his attitude. Well he never cared to show his stuff, and school was no exception. He made sure to do things right as he progressed trough the year, meeting and greeting the least amount of people possible. He didn't like friendships and relationships… There are way too many back-stabbers.

"Well I better go to bed. Class starts tomorrow…

Sasuke unpacked his last bag, a red and black bag filled to the top with items which made it look very oxy and distorted. He unzipped it, revealing carton upon carton, package upon package of addictive things, ranging from cigarettes to more unpleasant items. H his face sighed as he hid them in random areas around the house.

This is why he could never have a room-mate… But he wished for one. Soo bad…

Naruto rose from the cold hard ground. It was another night just like all the times he had to live on the ground like a common beggar. He tried to get a house to like in, and his master Iruka kept trying to get him to stay with him, but he declined, he would rather stay on the outside or possibly at some random guy's house rather than to make his adult friend take time out of his schedule to care for him, not that he probably wouldn't mind.

"Well… Tomorrow's the start of school… maybe I can get some friend to let me stay with him- Heh! That's impossible... No one I know has NO one living with him or her, and even if they didn't they probably didn't want me to ruin their normal lives…"

He got up and ran to the public bath, after all he would not allow himself to be included in the rank of a beggar anytime soon, though he did have to skip lunch and he couldn't afford any other clothes except in the orange plesh bag he carried on his back. He liked his outfit, and he got Iruka to wash it for him every 3 days.

He jumped up the steps of the bath, running straight to the men's section. He took the first towel off of the rack, which meant that no one was there to begin with. He kept walking to the giant hot-tub, where he was graced with the presence of no one under the roof-lees ceiling. He looked around; making sure no one was there before he removed his towel, placing it at the edge of the tub where he was located. He washed himself in silence, thinking about the school year and his life ahead of him. He didn't have to think too hard.

He didn't take too long before he could sense someone else in the immediate area. Standing up, he wrapped the towel around his body before running back to grab his clothes and bag. He couldn't stand being in the tub with other people, or even have the chance of meeting another person in the bath-tub. That would be weird.

He took his time strolling down the street, he had been correct in his assumption of more people entering the bath, and all of them old people. After all who would visit the public bath at such an early time? But it wouldn't matter. He didn't have too much time to think.

He kept walking down the main road, until he reached a singular house on the end of the street. As he neared it, a mailbox signaled that it was his father-figure's house, or Iruka.

He quietly turned to the housed and walked down the path to the door, knocking on it with his knuckle. He sighed as he heard signs of a shuffle inside, before he could hear Iruka saying something behind the door. After a minute or so of no reply, He knocked again, and he heard the same thing, but this time after awhile the door opened itself before too long. Naruto looked up into the scarred face of his mentor and semi-father, Iruka.

"I was saying that it was opened, and come in you dolt"

"Not my fault your too feminine to be heard behind a giant wooden door with a screen AND the window of the screen."

"Ya, ya, come in"

Naruto walked into the house, walking past Iruka and entering the cinnamon scented house of which he was mostly raised. He looked at the ceiling which held a magnificent painting which covered the entire interior of the house. He walked to the old-style living room, where he jumped on the couch to see some cinnamon candles burning on the coffee table.

He took a little time to get comfortable in the couch while Iruka came into the room with some mugs which held probably a mix of tea and cinnamon, and like he suspected, that is just what it was. He took a few sips. Iruka had the potential of being a master Cinnamon chef.

"So, are you going to take my advice and stay with me? I don't like it how you stay with random people Naruto, or no people at that."

"Pfft! But you know I gotta stay anyway. School starts tomorrow, and I want to sleep in a bed for my big day, and you get all of my mail from school, so I gotta check up on you anyway."

"You check up on me? I'm literally trying to hunt you down. But you can stay with me as long as you want. But you gotta follow my rules."

"What? Make everything with a touch of cinnamon?"

"Very funny, Naruto. Very funny indeed. You wanna play a board game?"

"Sure!"

And so they played a game of scrabble which lasted deep into the night. They had to stop a couple of times for snacks, but overall, they had a great time clearing the board to play the game over and over again. They played until Naruto had fallen asleep, and in turn, Iruka had carried him to his guest room, placing him into the sheets like he was his father. He tucked him in before he stood at the entrance to the room a hand on the door knob.

"Naruto, make some friends tomorrow would you? And keep out of the bad stuff you rascal."

And to Iruka shutdown the house, falling to sleep inside of his bed across the room.

Okay, I hope that was a good beginning. If there are any complaints, next Sunday I will make another "beginning" chapter to slow the story down further, but I think the situation of being to fast has been resolved. READ AND REVIEW THIS ONE!

(Laughs)