Hello All! The Name's Topaz, a hardworking member of the GemInMe team! Naruto fans will get to know me more than anyone else since this is my area of writing, but other members of GemInMe will come and go. That said, this is my very first time writing a story for fanfiction. I'm glad that I won the race among my coworkers and was able to upload my story first. Updates may be slow during certain times of the year but I swear I'll try and update as quickly as I can. The Honorable Container sticks to the Naruto Storyline as much as it can. The only main difference is that Naruto is honored as a hero for holding the kyuubi like his father wanted. I stuffed this with as much comedy as I could too, so it should be pretty good. Anyways, thanks for reading this little note, review pretty please so I know ya like the story. Oh yeah, and I need a disclaimer, huh?

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, the whole entire series and mangas belong to their repective owners that I'm too lazy to look up on Wikipedia.

Enjoy!


The Honorable Container. That is what I am called by the villagers here. I don't know what I contain, or why containing it pleases them so, but I am a container. That word is so hollow to me.


NarutoPOV

A word to the wise, don't ever eat five bentos at once. I think there was something in that last one that doesn't agree with me because here I am, on the toilet instead of at Ramen Ichiruka or someplace that I would actually enjoy.

I am Uzumaki-Namikaze Naruto, son of the Fourth Hokage, last of the Uzumaki line, Honorable-Container-of-Something-Magical-I-Guess, Konoha Hero, Ninja-in-training, and an orphan. Mouthful, I know, but people just call me Naruto. If we're being formal, yeah, they'd go with the Honorable Container crap, but I only really respond to Naruto. My likes are ramen, of course, manga, things related to ninjas, frogs, foxes, the occasional dog that doesn't try to scratch my face off is always good too. My dislikes are, as of now, most food that I am served that isn't ramen (i.e. whatever that purple stuff was in Katsumi's bento that she gave me), jerkish people, angry people, cats, snakes, waiting for food to cool, cheating, and being stuck on the toilet. My hobbies include cooking, drawing, exercising, and running from things. My dreams, I don't remember them that much, but I did have one a few nights ago about a huge robot turkey eating spiders.

Oh, you meant ambition? I'm going to be the greatest Hokage ever so I don't disappoint everyone that honors me so much. I guess being the last Hokage's son sort of makes people expect things from you. Like when I'm invited to dinner at a friend's house, their parents always assume I'm the best. It's funny, but I also feel like I disappointed someone I barely even knew by not being on the top. I guess my dad is just inflicting guilt from above, angels are scary creatures if they can do that.

I stumbled out of the bathroom with a little bit of purple spittle at the corner of my mouth. I quickly rubbed it off before anyone saw it as I walked back to my group of friends. Kiba was the first to greet me on my return, mostly because he could spot me a mile away before someone else could see a blip.

"Hey Naruto, how's having your head in the toilet feel?" he laughed.

"Shut up! Shouldn't you know? You were there all morning getting a refreshing drink with Akamaru!" I retorted as I approached. Choji snorted into his chips and Shikamaru smirked from his position in the shade. These three were my friends.

"Watch it Ramen Topping!" Kiba yelled at me half-heartedly, "At least I didn't shovel down octopus brains before turning green and barfing up purple." I groaned at the memory.

"Octopus brains? That's what that was?" Shikamaru snorted. "I thought it was a failed attempt at a love potion." He teased.

"How'd ya figure that?" Choji laughed.

"Elementary, Choji, the gum Naruto threw away yesterday was purple, add with some perfumes and ramen broth, and you have a Naruto Love Potion, garenteed to make any Konoha Hero run for the toilet." Shikamaru chuckled at the face that I made as I remembered the horrible taste. He was right, there was a hint of ramen in there.

"But what were the chunky things?" I asked. Kiba let out a howl of laughter and hooked his arm around my neck.

"You, my friend, have a stalker!" I paled as the bell rang. None of us made a move toward the classroom where Utako was probably waiting patiently for her 'potion' to work. Shikamaru got up first, which cut the dramatic mood. Choji scrambled up to follow him.

"How troublesome, I'm glad I'm not you, Naruto." Shikamaru allowed one more chuckle before he disappeared into the hall, Choji right behind him.

"Real loyal of you, guys! At least Kiba will… He's gone too." And he was. Instead of right next to me where he was a second ago, he was probably already at the classroom. I resigned myself with EVERY INTENTION to follow their lead back to the classroom, but Katsumi's Love Potion wanted to meet the toilet again, so I rushed there instead.


When I arrived back in the classroom, everyone's head snapped in my direction. I sheepishly waved at everyone. Iruka-sensei was not amused and decided that me being late equaled review of transformation jutsu. I took my place at the back of the line, next to Uchiha Sasuke. Sasuke and I got along fine, I guess. We've hung out a few times running away from fangirls. Speaking of fangirl, Haruno Sakura was currently calling to us, either we were supposed to be watching her or we were about to. The calling of Sasuke's name clarified that we did in fact miss her go. Oh well.

"Uzumaki-Namikaze Naruto." Iruka-sensei called. I nodded seriously and got into position.

"Oiroke no Jutsu!" Smoke appeared all around me for a second then cleared to show a sexy girl version of me. Iruka-sensei must've gotten whiplash from how fast that nosebleed came out! It didn't make a lasting impression though, 'cause he snapped right back and yelled at me while the rest of the class laughed at my act. He really has no sense of humor, everyone else was laughing. I smirked until he told me to stay after class, there go my plans to go to Ichiruka's this afternoon. I slunk back to my seat in a foul mood. My classmates sent me pitying glances, Katsumi and some other girls offered to wait for me after school. I shivered at the thought of staying afterschool and then walking home with someone who obviously wanted to get me food poisoning but outwardly smiled and waved them off.

"Are you sure, Naruto-kun?" I think Sakura said. I nodded and leaned back in my seat.

"Yeah, it's fine. You should go back home, your parents might worry." There, I said it, the dreaded P-word. I hate that word as much as I hate coming home to no one. I know my parents died for a noble cause, to put whatever is in me in me, but sometimes I wonder if saving the village was worth losing my parents. The village is full of people who are very grateful, but none of them ever thought of adopting me so I didn't have to be alone. They don't see a child without a mother, they see a hero of the village who saved them just by breathing. I sighed, at least I could put off being alone for a little longer. Irkua-sensei stared at me with a stern look from where he usually stood when class was in session.

"What?" I questioned.

"Don't 'What?' me. Your pranks are getting old Naruto. The Genin Exams are tomorrow. How do you expect to pass when all you do is goof off?" He grilled me.

"I'll get genin anyways, everyone already says I'm a hero when I haven't done anything." I knew that wasn't true.

"You know that isn't true. Unlike what the civilians think, the ninja world doesn't care about your social status." Which is why I want to be a ninja. I looked down at the ground.

"Then why won't any of you teach me? All the teacher think I somehow already know everything because my father was Hokage when, newsflash I've never met the guy!" I growled loudly. "I'm sick and tired of you all acting like I'm great!" Iruka-sensei's eyes softened.

"Naruto…" he paused, probably to find the right words to explain. "You're not a great." I fell at how blunt he was. He smirked. "But I know you will be."

"Because I'm the Honorable-Container-guy." I finished for him with the roll of my eyes. I never pegged Iruka-sensei as a brown-noser.

"No." he was right on with this blunt stuff. "Because you're Naruto." I matched his smile that I just knew was sincere. At least I had an adult that actually believed in me as a starting ninja instead of the town's hero.


We ended up going to Ichiruka's for dinner. It was Iruka-sensei's treat since I'm poor. Apparently hero doesn't equal unending funds, just a lot of free favors. My lunchtime sickness was totally done with, the proof in my fourth serving of ramen that I was just about to finish. I looked over to Iruka-sensei, who was quietly munching on his first serving, which I thought was pretty weak since he was only halfway through with it. Maybe he's sick or something.

"Hey, Iruka-sensei?" he balked, maybe he is really sick.

"No, you cannot have another bowl, Naruto." He said before I even asked. That wasn't my question, I wonder why he would jump to concluusions like that.

"I wasn't going to ask that." I looked at him, slightly annoyed. "I was just wondering if I could try on your headband?" He chuckled at me.

"You mean my forehead protector? No way, this never leaves my person." He guarded it with his hand. "Is that why you took you goggles off?"

"Nevermind, I want ramen." I said to cover up my embarrassment. "Tomorrow is the exams, I need all the strength I can get!"


Ack it's late. As long as I'm the first to write my story. I had a bet with Opal on who would get their story out first, as long as he didn't submit anything for One Piece tonight, he owes me a free dinner, hopefully ramen. Anyways, I'll finish the rest in the morning, Ja ne!