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Summary: A series of drabbles on Naruto finding his family, sometimes in the oddest places.
Naruto had never known a family. He knew he must have had a family at some point, at least a mother and father. Everyone had to have those, that was simple biology. But he always figured that since he never knew his parents, they really couldn't be considered family. So he became a family of one. He really had no choice since he thought that everyone in the village hated him. And most of the villagers did. He learned from an early age to be self sufficient. Nannies looked after him until the age of five, nannies that looked at him with hatred and fear in their eyes for reasons he couldn't then understand. He never considered them family.
At the age of five, the Third Hokage came to tell him that he would be moved into his own apartment, alone. Naruto just nodded. He wanted to cry but he wouldn't. He didn't want the Hokage to see him as weak. He'd never let anyone see him as weak.
At ten, he received his first birthday gift, a frog wallet half full of coins from the Third. He found it on his table when he woke up that morning.
He saw the Hokage many times in his life and while he always respected him, Naruto didn't realize until the Third's funeral how much he cared about the old geezer, how much he loved him, loved him like a grandfather.
