I know that this isn't going to be as popular as my other works, but I still appreciate the vote of confidence I got from Kyo Mo-Mo.  The implication was that the Fourth Hokage was Naruto's father and that his mother died giving birth to him.  This piece is sort of Naruto's view point on it the parents he never knew.

Again, any feedback is welcome!

~Kayla Chavi

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I always thought about him when it rained.  There was just something about the gray sky and falling water that made me think about my father.  Technically, I never knew either of my parents.  I had been told that my mother had died giving birth to me, something almost unheard of nowadays.  And my father had died from the wounds he received fighting Kyuubi.

But I can recall the warmth of the man who held me.  I can remember laying on his chest as he told me stories or talked to me.  The words were never clear, but I know the sound of his voice.  And he smelled like fire and ash.  He was strong.

It was raining the day they came to take me to the orphanage. 

I can't remember his face any more and everyone told me that I was too young to remember him.  But Hokage-jii-chan said once that I was just like him.  That he would be proud of me.

When Kakashi-sensei told me about the memorial to those that had died to protect the village, I had furiously searched to find his name.  There were no Uzumaki listed.  Which meant it was my mother's name.  I searched for her family too.  There were no others.  She wasn't from Konoha.  I was alone.

I was five when I came to that realization.

When my sixth birthday arrived, I left the orphanage to live in my father's house.  I entered the academy and made both places my home.  I don't know why Iruka-sensei helped me.  He just does.  I wonder if it's for the same reason that Kakashi-sensei worries about Sasuke and Sakura.  He even worries about me.

Every once in a while they look at me and smile.  "He would be proud," they mutter, thinking that I can't hear.  So I remember the man who smelled like fire; who held me close; who was strong.

I will be Hokage, if only to prove to a dead man that he didn't waste his life in creating mine.