Naruto sits back in his chair, paint stains on his hands and face, while a gorgeous painting of a woman and a child stands on his easel in front of him. The teacher pats his shoulder and smiles at him, "We sure are going to miss you Mr. Uzumaki." he pats his should again as he walks away to the other students asking them politely to walk over and observe and critique his work, he just shakes his head while cleaning himself up in the sink. Naruto stares while the paints mix together in the soap almost like his perfect life here has slowly washed away, and as they mix to black then swirl down into the dark drain, a tear escapes down his cheek not wanting to disappear forever. When he was a child his mother died from an unknown disease leaving all alone so since her death he has been an orphan traveling from home to home in search of a loving family that will adopt him... but as the years continued the agency could never find a family that will keep him. They always find him strange, or too quiet, small, and a trouble maker. And now 15 he realizes that the dream of a perfect family is far from reality, honestly who wants to adopt a 15 year old when you can adopt a new born baby to raise to their liking. So now he just lives from foster home to foster home, making friend, and losing them, pretty much heartbreak every time.

For the first time in his life he was actually happy in the home he was in, but each home can only hold a child for so long, and sadly his time is up. Packing his paint brushes he looks over at his finished painting and smiles, signing his name he looks back at his now old teacher, "You can keep that one I don't need it where I am going." His teacher looks at him with a friendly smile.

"Naruto no matter where you go you will always have your art so keep your chin up, you are defiantly going to make something of yourself someday." and with that said he cleans his locker, and waits outside for child services to come and take him to his new home.

A black Cadillac pulls up into the circle drive and a tall brunette man with a scar across his face steps out, "Hey there Naruto are you ready to go I still have to take you to the house to get your things, so are you ready to go?" Looking back Naruto admires the red brick walls, and grey concrete of this school he loves so much. Murals of his cover the walls inviting art, music, and culture to the lives of the students, he was accepted… and now he's leaving. He never thought this day would come, never imagined that he would leave all of his accomplishments behind just to become the 'new guy' again. With his face down casted he wipes away a few stray tears and sits in the seat next to the social worker ripping him away from his beautiful life. The tall brunette man glances over to him from the corner of his eyes and squeezes his shoulder comfortingly as a reassurance that his new life will be ok, "Hey, I know what you're going through is hard, but really you are going to go to a new school and make all new friends, and don't worry I already asked about the art department and they will fit you in no matter what, ok, so perk up it is not the end of the world."

Naruto shakes his head, "No, Iruka, that's not it… I was just… finally… happy, ya know?" with a sigh the tall brunette Iruka nods as they continue down the road to his now former foster home.

Outside, Naruto's now previous foster parents wait outside, his bags beside them, eyes glazed over like glass. "Hey Naruto, today's the day, you get to go to a new home and make all new friends… Isn't it great!" his mother looks at him, her voice shaking from the held back tears. He smiles as if nothing was wrong and quickly runs upstairs to be sure nothing was left behind. He takes one last look at his, 'old' room, and already the tears form around his eyes, never has he been this attached before, but now… well, now everything is different. Sitting down on his 'old' bed he breaths in the scent of mint, and cookies... his parents' favorite foods. How he will miss being here, everything he will miss, his dad, the rooms, kitchen, Sunday night football, and mostly his mom. "Naruto, Iruka is waiting hurry please." His mother calls from down the stairs, so he gets up and kneels on the ground, reaching under the bed he pulls up a loose floor board and pulls out a little tin box, which he quickly hides in his jacket pocket.

"I'm coming…" his voice calls distant and sad. At the front door he stares his parents down, all three of them holding back the tears his mother then breaks down and embraces him heavy tear soaking his clothes, and for the first time this fall the snow begins to lightly descend down on the earth. Perfect whether for his feelings. Holding her back they sob together, he has never been attached before, so why does he have to leave… why them… why now? Every home he loves he has to leave, even when he begs to stay… he just isn't wanted.

"Naruto, we better get going before it gets any worse, and you two should go inside before you freeze to death." Iruka chuckles leading Naruto to the car, he follow without any fight, he gave that up long ago, it would be no use he has to leave, otherwise another hopeless kid won't be able to experience their beautiful warmth of a family. He wouldn't want to take that away from anybody, no, no they don't deserve for that to be taken away from them.

Naruto's father knocks grabs his shoulder before he walks away and hugs him, "Now, don't you be sad about leaving us, you continue with your art, and make something of yourself, and we will be sure to be the first people to buy one of your pieces. Alright, you continue working or else I will knock your lights out." He hugs him, and lightly punches his cheek. Naruto then wipes the tears from his eyes and nods a small smile curls his lips soon into a toothy grin.

"Got it sir!" Naruto shouts as they all laugh, then he looks down at his bag and reaches into it pulling out a small drawing, "Actually you don't need to buy my first piece I will just give you one, and it is one of my favorites." He hands them a pencil drawing of a woman holding a small baby in a loving embrace. His mother holds it close to her chest and kisses his forehead.

"Be strong, she whispers" and then they head inside, and Naruto goes to the car with Iruka.

"So Iruka, where are we going?" Iruka looks at him and smiles.

"We are going to Konoha…" Naruto nods staring at him with a concerning look.

"Ok… then what is the name of my new family?" Iruka just stares back at the road and takes in a deep breath.

"Minato Namikaze" Naruto then raises an eyebrow, only one person that is unusual.

"I thought that I was being taken to a family?"

"You are."

"Then who is the wife?"

"Kushina Uzumaki." Naruto looks at him that was the name of his mother.

"Are you saying you found my father?" his voice shakes, he never thought this day would ever come, he never imagined he would meet the man his mother loved so much.

"Yes, we found your father and he sent for you to come and live with him." Naruto sits back in his chair, head rested on the back rest letting out a huge sigh his heart pounds, and he is finally going to meet him… his father.