Yo, muthafuckas. I be back wit another chapter n' shit. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto do.

"Naruto-kun..."

A blonde haired boy woke in a cold sweat. Wherever he'd been moments before, he certainly wasn't there anymore. "That dream... it was so vivid, so lifelike." The boy lay on the floor, covered in rags poorly substituting for blankets, a lone fan whirring over his head, in a dank, pitch-black room. No windows, one door. The boy picked himself up, then let out a long, bellowing yawn. Betraying his expectations, the room took what seemed like a lifetime to traverse. With each step, the boy felt sharp pains pulsating through his legs, while these couldn't have lasted more than mere seconds, he felt like years had passed.

The boy fell to his knees, letting a sharp gasp escape his lungs. "My legs..." Slowly raising his hand, the boy grasped the knob. Desperately twisting and turning the cold, metallic object, his worst fears were confirmed. 'Locked!'

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The boy found himself punching the door with all his might. He didn't know if anyone was around, he didn't care. He was cold, angry, afraid, paranoid. Where was he? Why was he here?

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Despite his repeated efforts, the door still stood there, completely intact and unscathed. The boy lowered his head in defeat, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. "I don't know. I don't know anything!"

"...Naruto-kun."

"Wha-who's there?" the boy turned his head around, hastily scouting the room. "I can't see a thing, where are you?"

"...Naruto-kun."

"Wh-who are you? Who's Naruto? Wh-what are you talking about?" The boy was confused, desperate. "A-ANSWER ME!"

Silence.

'Who are you? Wh-who am I?'

The boy had no name, no real recollection of anything. Despite this; he could talk, he could think, he could feel.

"H-how? I just don't understand..."

The boy was getting tired, he couldn't fight that. His mind was begging himself to stay awake, but his body just wouldn't comply. Closing his eyes, he let sleep overcome him.

"Things will be clear soon enough."

Dat shiznit was tha dizzle of tha graduation exam. Naruto was straight-up trippin ta say tha least. 'Bunshin no Jutsu, biatch? Thatz mah most shitty skill!' Naruto steeled his dirty ass, 'It aint nuthin but all gravy, I can do this!'

Naruto stepped up, facin both his cold-ass mackdaddys, Iruka n' Mizuki. "BUNSHIN NO JUSTU!" Naruto screamed, while struttin tha necessary hand seal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. A puff of smoke enveloped tha boy, leavin behind one straight-up dead lookin clone.

"FAIL!"

"This his cold-ass third try, Iruka, n' da ruffneck did cook up a cold-ass lil clone. Why not let his ass pass?" Mizuki holla'd, much ta tha reassurizzle of Naruto. "No. Everyone else pimped three functionizzle clones, Naruto only made one fo' realz. A dead one at dis shit."

"I can't pass his muthafuckin ass."

Naruto sat on a lone swing, isolated from his crazy-ass mo' successful classmates fo' realz. A slew of emotions overcomin his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. Anger, jealously, n' most of all, sorrow. Da cheers, tha approval, why couldn't dat schmoooove muthafucka have that?

"That kid, on tha swing..."

"Yeah, itz dat kid, tha pimpin' muthafucka tha only one whoz ass failed."

"Good, we can't have his ass becomin a shinobi."

"Dude is, afta all-"

"We can't rap bout that!"

After tha crowd cleared out, Naruto made his way back ta his crib yo. Dude was upset yo, but da thug wasn't locked n loaded ta give up. Not yet.

"Naruto!"

"Mizuki-sensei?"

Naruto was relieved, he finally had one of mah thugs ta rap to. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Someon whoz ass sympathized wit his muthafuckin ass.

"Naruto, you must KNOW why Iruka is tha way he is yo. His muthafathas was capped when da thug was young, dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta do every last muthafuckin thang by his dirty ass."

"But why do he always pick on me son?"

"Dude probably sees his dirty ass up in yo thugged-out ass."

That took Naruto surprise. Iruka saw his dirty ass up in Naruto?

"Dude probably wants you ta become phat up in a real way. Try ta KNOW his vibe, you both like similar."

"I still wish I graduated..."

"Well, then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. How tha fuck bout I rap a secret?"