Chapter 8

Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto was not a happy man. Far from it, in fact. The last thing he remembered was killing Madara with Sasuke, but at the cost of his and Sasuke's own lives. He was supposed to be dead – supposed being the key word.

He was expecting to wake up in a utopia, maybe see Team 7 and the Konoha 12. He would see the Old Man Hokage, Ero-sennin, the Old hag, Kakashi-sensei. . . Oh, and eat lots and lots of ramen. He could catch up with his parents and maybe, maybe see Hinata-chan. He got over of his silly crush over Sakura a long time ago, but he still loves her, but as a friend, teammate, sister. It was then he noticed the Hyuuga heir, and things escalated for the both of them.

So why the hell was he in a land with weird houses wearing nothing but rags in the middle of freaking winter! The gods, wherever they were, really hates him. It was bad enough that his own father sealed the Kyuubi inside of him since birth; and he needed to revive more than half of Konoha's population to convince them to accept him. He never was bad, except maybe the few and simple pranks he did, and he only killed when he has to, and it was always for the village. The only thing he was glad of is the lack of the Kyuubi and his mental prison inside his mind.

Naruto was really, really tired, though, so he decided to think this over tomorrow and just rest for tonight. He sat against the wall in front of a house and willed a little chakra to envelop him to keep him warm. He noticed, even with his fatigue, that he was still the chakra powerhouse, even if the Kyuubi wasn't sealed in him.

With the last thoughts of Team 7, he fell asleep.

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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Mr. Dursley was a director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

They were very mindful of their image, and didn't want to associate with anything abnormal. They also had a secret, something that would ruin, in their opinion, their perfectly good image – the Potters. Mrs. Dursley and Mrs. Potter were sisters, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she never had a sister who was a good-for-nothing and a freak. It was already about 4 years since they took in their good-for-nothing freaky son whose name sounds like someone who makes pots that have many hairs – Hairy Potter? No, was it Hary? Oh, yes Harry 'freak' Potter!

Their morning was completely normal, or as normal as the Dursley family would say. Mr. Dursley woke up and went down to find the freak boy cooking their breakfast while his wife was gushing at their 4 year old son. Goodness! The boy was barely tall enough, even with a stool, to reach the stove.

Mrs. Dursley went to and opened the door to reach for the morning newspaper to give to his husband. What met her eyes was something that she hadn't expected - a boy! The boy has beautiful spiky blonde hair that was covered with grime and dirt. He was wearing nothing but rags and was lying on the cold stone in the middle of winter.

"Vernon! Vernon, come here!" Petunia yelled inside with her shrilly voice.

"What is it Petunia?" Vernon said, he was annoyed with his wife, for goodness' sake it was only 8 o' clock in the morning!

"Vernon, look at this. . . its-it's a boy!" Petunia said. To say Vernon was surprised is an understatement.

"Vernon, should we take him in? It must be freezing outside, and – and I always wanted another child. . ." Petunia hesitantly said. The labor Petunia went through while laboring Dudley was horrendous, and she almost died with the baby. Thank goodness Dudley was safely delivered, but Petunia – oh, Petunia. Petunia, because of the dangerous labor she went through, can never have a child again.

Vernon had to think fast. Onlookers were already gathering in front of his house. One wrong move and all of them will think that his family is horrible, not taking in the child in front of his house, wearing nothing but rags, in the middle of winter. There weren't many street children in their drive, in fact this is the first one he ever encountered. Surely many will adopt him when given the chance, but then he would look cruel to give a hopeless child to other families when he can take him. And if ever he gave up a child he will look poor and pennyless to others, and that's the last thing he wants. Rumors spread fast in Pivet Drive, and he didn't want to make the wrong move.

"Alright, Petunia. Since I am very gracious and generous, and the poor boy is freezing, we will take him and adopt him." He made sure that his voice was loud enough that everyone near the vicinity heard him. Scratch that. He made sure his voice was heard by all the people in all of Europe.

Vernon immediately carried the boy and shut the doors from prying neighbors. Finally, the folly was over. The neighbors probably think of him as a generous kind man that does charity. Making Petunia happy with another son was just a bonus.

He carried the boy upstairs to the room Marge, Vernon's sister, usually uses when she visits. He laid the dirty boy in the sheets and mentally scrunched his nose in disgust. The first thing the boy needs is a bath.

"Petunia, after he wakes up give him a bath, will you." Vernon said as he leaves the room.

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Warm.

But the last thing Naruto remembers is sleeping on a cold street. Weird. Maybe he's in heaven now and the whole sleeping in rags in the middle of freakin' winter is a dream? Wait, dream in heaven? Weird.

Naruto slowly opened his eyes and started to take in his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was navy blue ceilings. Huh. Maybe he wasn't in heaven. He felt another presence in the room and decided to take a peek. What met his eyes was a thin woman with lock neck in her 30's sitting beside his bed. She has blonde hair, but not the same blonde as his own, maybe a little lighter and a whole lot duller. When she turned to him, as if he just noticed he was awake, cerulean blue met with a dull brown. (A/N: I don't know Petunia's eye color so let's just settle with dull brown, alright?)

"Are you alright? Tell me if something hurts." Petunia gently said to the boy.

"I'm m'kay. Uh, where 'em I?" Naruto said, fumbling with his words.

"You're in our house. We found you outside our door. Why were you there?" Petunia said, gently prying for information.

"I 'as lost." Technically true.

"Where are your parents?" Deep down, Petunia knew that his parents were gone, seeing the boy in rags, but she wanted to make sure.

"Gone." In that one sentence, Petunia broke, even though she knew that there was a high possibility he would say that. Petunia moved closer to Naruto and hugged him.

"I'm so sorry. I already discussed this with my husband. We would want to formally adopt you." Petunia said to the almost not breathing boy she was smothering.

The not-so-foxy fox boy was flagger basted. Here she was, someone that he don't know, who he just met today offered something that Naruto never had in his life and something that everyone in Konoha never offered him.

"Adop'? You gonna be my new mama?" Naruto asked while pinching himself, maybe this was all a dream, and he'll wake up again laying on the cold hard stone. Ouch. It's not a dream.

"Yes. Do you want to?" Petunia asked, slightly scared that maybe the boy would disagree.

"'ES! I would want to! Thank you!" Naruto sincerely said, crying the tears that he never shed in his previous childhood. Happy tears.

After their little drama and Petunia and Naruto dries their tears, Petunia asked, "Do you have a name?", knowing that maybe the boy don't have one.

Naruto thought hard on that, while he really likes his name, he doubted that people name their kids after fishcakes.

"You can give me one." At least Naruto didn't have to lie.

"How about Ciel?"

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It has been a week since the Dursleys have adopted Naruto. His one week there has been more wonderful and fun compared to his entire childhood in Konoha. Petunia bought him numerous t shirts, pants, sweaters, underwear, pajamas, polo shirts, jeans and toys – all of those bought in one day which he didn't have most of his previous life. Now if he had lots and lots of ramen everything will be perfect, but he knew he can't ask for more, he didn't want to be a spoiled brat. He has

The knucklehead did notice one little thing though. He saw a scrawny little boy about his age( his current one) doing all the chores. The blonde-haired ninja didn't notice him until one week of his arrival here. The boy wears clothes five times larger than his size, and he always seems so invisible. The boy also didn't join them for lunch. Do his new mum and dad have another child? But as far as he knew they only have a child besides Naruto, so who was this boy?

During snack time, the unruly boy served him and his new family tea and cookies. The boy held a too large tray in front of him with a teapot and 3 cups with a plate of ccokies. Naruto surely thought that the tray was too large and too heavy for a boy his age.

"Ne, Ne, What's your name? Won't you join us?" Naruto asked.

The poor boy's eyes widened and he was so startled that he dropped tray and the tea spilled. "YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FREAK! YOU SPILLED THE TEA! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!" Vernon bellowed. The boy shuffled and immediately curled in defense and cowered in fear. The boy risked a glance at Naruto, and once the knucklehead saw his eyes – emerald eyes shining in fear – Naruto'e own childhood flashed in his eyes.

"FREAK!"

"MONSTER! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"FOX! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"I WISH YOU WERE GONE!"

"YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!"

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Naruto's eyes flashed in anger and went in front of the cowering boy before Vernon kicked him. "Don't hurt him! Why are you doing this?! He's a child! Why will you hurt him!" Naruto yelled as much as his lungs allowed him, protecting the poor boy behind him.

"You won't understand, boy! He's a freak! A good for nothing freak who was left here by his bitch of a mother and ditched him here! He should be grateful we're clothing him and feeding him!" Vernon explained, his face turning into a shade of violet.

"NO he's not! He's an innocent boy that makes mistakes and need love and care of parents!" Naruto yelled, using therapy jutsu. There isn't officially a therapy jutsu, per say. But he likes to call it that, and has been doing it since before he was a genin. It worked for Zabusa the Seven Swordsman of the Mist – someone so twisted that killed his graduating class at a young age for the heck of it. His jutsu also worked for Sabaku no Gaara – who has a bloodthirsty tailed beast loosely sealed in him and has been killing without mercy since he was a young child. It also worked for Tsunade-baachan who was traveling around the world gambling and drinking sake because of the death of her loved ones. It also worked for Sasuke in the end – after a long time of persuading Naruto finally rid of his goal of destroying everything including himself and gained the raven-haired Uchiha's full loyalty. Naruto is pretty sure that his very own therapy jutsu will work to a family who did nothing wrong except abusing a little child and spoiling their children. If it certainly worked for mass-murderers, psychotic jinchūriki, and an avenger whose whole family was slaughtered, it sure the hell will work for his new family. If it doesn't what the hell will?

After a few more words of persuasion, a little bit of threatening, a good dose of killing intent, and a whole lot of manipulation, Petunia and Vernon finally gave in. "Alright, Alright, we will take better care of the fr-the boy." Vernon said with a sigh and slumped in the sofa.

"And the 'irst thing he needs is a proper room, not a cupboard." Naruto firmly said, like he wasn't a 4 year old that didn't even reach the half of the adults' bodies. Petunia explained to the both of them the real situation to them, how Harry's parents died, how someone left Harry in front of their doorstep, how the boy had been living here for the past for years – everything except magic. Petunia and Vernon somehow managed to explain the whole situation to them without magic.

"Alright, the boy will get Dudley's second bedroom." Vernon said in defeat.

"And he needs proper clothes too, I can share with him my toys." Naruto said.

". . . We'll provide him those tomorrow. We will go shopping, but we will get those in a surplus shop!" Vernon said, still hesitant in providing the boy what he provides with his sons.

"And he needs to eat properly too. And less chores." Naruto added.

"Alright. . . I'll take care of his food, and he will not cook, clean, laundry or do any chores not appropriate for him anymore. But he is still expected to help. I will not raise a dumb spoiled brat!" Petunia said, raising her voice in the last part.

What do you call Dudley?

"Okay. I will help with his chores too." Naruto added, adding a bright smile to his new family. He hugged Petunia and Vernon tightly.

"Thank you, Mum, Dad. I just didn't want to see you cruel to another child. I love you both." Naruto mumbled in their clothes.

It seems like the couple heard him though, and their faces visibly softened and hugged the boy back. They added Dudley in the group hug and Vernon slightly moved his arm towards Harry.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vernon said to Harry. Harry's eyes widened and tears fell of his chubby face. He joined the group hug and tightened his grip on his 'family'.

Thank you.

A/N: Finally done! A little sneak peak on Naruto's side. Maybe. . . if I get the right motivation. . . Sasuke will be next. Make sure you leave a review! By the way, thank you for those who reviewed and faved and followed my one and only story! I really love you people! For those who gave me ideas and thoughts for my fanfic, I also give my thanks to all of you. I'm really happy but I will not be replying to reviewees on my updates. I'm very sorry but if I answer it here that would be telling, and I really don't want to answer something I'm not yet sure of. I'm really really sorry . I really appreciate the effort and thoughts you put in and thank you really for supporting my story so much.

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