When Kushina Uzumaki thought of the ways she would die, she imagined it would be when she was old and grey with her grandchildren and children surrounding her or the very least it would be in battle against an enemy ninja but her thoughts were wrong. They were all wrong. She thought she would leave the world when her child was old enough to fend for herself but it seemed like she was leaving her own flesh and blood, her only baby girl alone.

Whoever made the saying the life wasn't fair was so right. Not once in her short life, did Kushina ever think this would happen especially to her child, her sweet little Naru. It would have been better if the world ended or if the war had continued, anything would have been better then the fate landed on her daughter. She should have made her own plans in case her children would have been given this terrible fate. God, she should have thought of how to make her daughter's life easier if she became a jinchuuriki but Kushina never thought this would happen, especially with the amount of planning her husband made.

It was her fault for not making Minato double check on all the preparation of the delievery of their child. They should have put stronger guards, put more seals around the parameters or anything to stop someone from ripping the Kyuubi from her as she gave birth to their sweet little girl.

Naru-chan wasn't going to know about her or Minato, she thought to herself, gazing at the sleeping face of her child. Her sweet little girl wouldn't ever know the love of a parent because of what happened. She would never ever have friends because Kushina knew her husband and knew how naive he could be when it came to human nature. Knowing her husband, he already gave orders for people to see their girl as a hero with the thoughts they would obey his dying wish.

Dying wish or not, the villagers would not do as he wish. Maybe, if Naru hadn't been born with whisker marks they would obey but as long as her daughter had those marks, Kushina knew the villagers would see her daughter as the monster sealed inside of her and not an orphan girl.

If there was a way to make sure…

The red-haired woman curled her lips as the memories of her grandfather's teaching rushed through her mind. Gazing at her bleeding abdomen and then to the seal on her daughter's belly button, Kushina decided to do the one last act she could do as a mother. There was one way she could save her daughter from the life they condemned her with. She would do this because as long as there was a chance her little girl could have a life filled with laughter, friends and love then she would do it. Kushina was going to make certain Naru had the life she deserved.

Gulping down a lump, Kushina stared at her little girl before glancing at her husband's corpse. He would approve of her plans if he knew the type of life their daughter would have in this world. He might ask her if she was insane to do a seal that hadn't been tested but if there was a smallest chance her daughter could live happy, Kushina was going to take it. She would be breaking the rules of her clan but her clan was gone and they would understand if she used the seal to make sure Naru was safe. The side-effects couldn't be as bad as the nightmare her little girl would have if she stayed here.

The side-effects wouldn't drive her mad like the life filled with loneliness would. Kushina wasn't going to let her innocent daughter be driven mad like so many other jinchuurikis had.

"Your father...and me never thought you would have my duties, we thought since we took so much caution the chances of you being burden with the Kyuubi was so small it would be impossible," she cleared her throat and blinked her eyes to stop the tears from flowing, "I always imagined your life would be so much happier than this. I had so much hope for you and your future, I prayed to Kami your childhood would be so much happier then the ones your father and I had. I wanted you to act like the child your father and I were never really given the chance to act. If that man hadn't attacked, your father would have run around the village declaring to the whole world he was a father. If this hadn't happen, I would have seen you becomee a kunoichi. I would also have helped you hide your boyfriends because knowing your father, he would have murdered them for even looking at you."

She felt the tears flowed even when she saw her daughter's wide blue eyes, blue eyes she inherited from her father. Looking up at the sky, Kushina made a small prayer to Kami and asked her for the seal to work and for her little girl to live a long and happy life. Once she finished her prayers, Kushina took her husband's headband and placed it around her daughter. With a pained heart, she touched her wounded stomach and started to write her daughter's name in the headband.

Once that was done, Kushina started to draw the seal from her own blood. Blood seals were forbidden, her grandfather would tell her in one of their last sealing lessons, there was consequences to them that no one knew about but the people affected by them. This seal, he warned her as he showed her the characters of the seal, was the most dangerous one out of them all and should never be used unless there was no choice. The consequence of the seal had never been recorded, her grandfather admitted to her when she asked why it was the most dangerous one of them all. It could only send a person to a different world or so her grandfather claimed.

This world her daughter would be sent too, it could be filled with nothing but murders for all she cared about but if there was a chance her daughter could live a life filled with happiness then Kushina was going to do everything in her power to provide it.

This was her last act as a mother.

With a deep breath, Kushina slammed her hands together onto the ground and screamed out the jutsu's name. Slumping down to the ground, she watched with pained eyes as her daughter cried into thin air, leaving no evidence of her daughter being in the area.

I did my job Naru-chan, now it's your turn to do yours...be happy, Kushina thought as she closed her eyes for the last time.

It was a cold, windy night when Watari woke up to the sound of a baby wailing outside the orphanage. Pushing himself off the bed, he walked towards the window and looked out to see the source of the noise. His eyes widened when he saw a baby on the ground, where leaves were slowly starting to pile up.

Without a second thought, Watari grabbed his coat and rushed out of the door to bring the small child inside the orphanage before it died from suffocation. He had seen many things in his life but it was the first time he truly seen a parent so careless as to leave their child in the cold. In fact, he never caught sight of the child's parents but it would be unusual for a baby, who barely looked a month old, to be here without parents.

He stopped running when he reached to the growing pile of leaves. Digging through the pile of leaves, Watari picked up the small baby and looked at it carefully. A newborn baby, he concluded, noticing how small the child was and how her body was still covered in liquid. He pressed his lips into a thin line, feeling his heart become heavy as he realized the girl had been abandoned at such a young age.

Shaking his head, Watari gazed at the wide-eyed baby and came to a conclusion the baby was a very cute baby, a lot more cuter than some of the babies they dealt with in the orphanage. Despite being a newborn, the baby already had whisps of blond-hair, golden as the blazing sun and had sapphire-like eyes which now stared at him with wide-eyes.

"Life has not been fair to you, little one," Watari said softly, to the wide-eyed baby. "I should take you to the police and make sure your parents haven't lost you but I doubt your parents are going to pick you up."

At the mere mention of her parents, the baby started to cry its little heart out. Watari sighed and looked down at the sobbing baby in his arms, before humming a small tune in hopes the baby would be more interested in hearing it then to cry her heart out. As he hummed, the baby slowly stopped crying and stared at him with such wide eyes.

He relaxed his shoulders and gave the baby a smile before looking down at the spot where he picked up the baby. Watari frowned when he noticed a strange looking headband on the ground where the baby had once been. Craddling the small child against his chest, Watari picked up the headband and started to inspect it in hopes of finding out on how the child came to be.

Blood seemed to be soaked on the headband and from the way it was spilled, Watari came to a conclusion it was done on purpose. Was the child's parents dead? Perhaps because the amount of blood spilled on the headband seemed to be too much for it to come from a small cut. He glanced down at the baby, then back to the headband and then frowned when he noticed japanese characters on the headband, just on top of the insignia.

"Please take care of my daughter, we named her Namikaze-Uzumaki Naru."

Her mother was dead, he concluded, glancing at the wide-eyed baby. This small girl had no one to take care of her if what the message implied was true, which made this small child an orphan.

It was a tradegy for a girl this young to lose her parents that was the only way he could describe the situation this small girl was in. Barely an hour old and already an orphan. Their deaths must have been violent, Watari thought as he traced the faded bloodied letters on the headband, because only a death filled with so many wounds could allow someone to write a whole sentence like that especially with such messy handwriting.

How on Earth would he explain to the young girl when she was older on what happened to her parents? He wondered, flickering his eyes to the baby. She would want answers and he could not give her the answers she desired but maybe one of her fellow orphans could help her find the answers she would want.

He nodded his head and looked down at the baby.

"Namikaze-Uzumaki Naru..that's a mouthful," Watari mused, gazing down at the baby. "Knowing the kids in the orphanage, the younger kids might find it hard to prononce your name. It also won't be safe for you to be known by that name if you stay in the orphanage."

The baby gave him a toothless smile, which made Watari smile at the baby. This child, he thought to himself as gazed into her eyes, was a fighter and survivor. He could feel it in his bones. Namikaze Naru, he thought, was going to be someone some day but he didn't know if the child was going to end up being good or not.

"Welcome to Wammy's house, Naru Uzumaki-Namikaze," he said softly to the smiling baby. "What alias should I give you? I got it. Narumi, it suits you perfectly...the beauty of Wammy's house."

In the years to come, Naru would prank so many of her fellow orphans that it would drive the caretakers of the orphanage crazy. She would also be the only one to drag L out of the orphanage, ignoring his protests and words about how he didn't like it. It wouldn't only be until she helped L with his case, she would realize there was something not quite with her.

But for now, Naru was happy to sleep against Watari's chest.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think.