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A.Note: I have a few comments before I continue with the story:

#1 – Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews!

#2 – I don't have a beta. I don't plan on getting one either.

The reason:

My style. Basically, I tend to abuse the leniencies that were taught to me

with grammar rules. I love starting sentences with: But. It is aloud, and I may abuse it a bit. I also enjoy using slight run on sentences, and the occasional fragment... only for stylistic choices. However, because of my lack of beta I do make mistakes, which I personally don't mind and will occasionally fix mistakes when I read over the fics I have written (even after they have been posted). I'm only in High School, but I'm a senior who has chosen to take the advanced track (including 2 years of AP including this year). This is my escape from assignments and having to have everything 100% correct, so I hope can understand my reasoning for not having a beta. Also, if anyone wants to point out grammar mistakes or spl mistakes, please give some examples in your review... the review box is meant to give helpful suggestions, suggestions which I want! So please do give suggestions. But, I can't improve if you don't give examples. Did I also mention I love commas and semi colans? . Erm... did I mention I

beta and QC subs? Eh, yah... when it comes to my own writing... when not for school I don't get too particular about the gramatics.

#3 – The description of Naruto's clothing is given in chapter one 'My Day' (for the

person who asked.

#4 – I have no idea how many chapters this will be. I have no idea when I will have time

to update being that I have AP classes and a bunch of time consuming classes. Also, I am going to try to keep this a tad agnsty... but the angstyness depends on my mood. Also, on what I'm writing about :P

#5 – I wrote the little 'poem/song' thing below... and I actually have a tune for it... I

recorded myself singing it --; So, if you REALLY want it... just email me or

something.

#6 – Never let me write such a long A.Note EVER again --

My Life – By Falcon-Rider – PG – Naruto POV

I don't know what I'm fighting for

I don't know what I'm living for

My dreams are laughed at

Spit on, kicked at

Should I even bother?

Hokage, leader, fighter, savior

I thought I understood the point

Now-

I don't know what I'm fighting for

I don't know what I'm living for

No friends to call my own

Shot down, brought down

Always shunned

Monster, demon, destroyer, murderer

I didn't even know, I couldn't have effected the outcome

Why don't I know what I'm fighting for?

Monster, demon, destroyer, murderer

I don't know what I'm fighting for

Always shunned

No friends to call my own

What do I have to live for?

I've lived my whole life in the shadows of one event. An event I had no way of preventing. I didn't even know about it till the day I became a genin.

I always wondered why there were stares, cold looks from any adult within the vicinity. I never stopped to think there was a reason.

I guess I grew used to them, the looks. I grew used to the hateful notes, the name calling. I grew up with it after all; I never thought there would be any way of changing them.

Until I was five, at least... then I purchased the mask, and sought to leave my stake in the world, my mark.

I wanted, still do, to be Hokage.

I was always seeking after the title of Godaime, the fifth. I never gave up on that, at least till Tsunade-baachan was given that title, anyway.

Now I seek after the next title, Rokudaime- the sixth.

I never wondered if there was more than just strength that cycled into being chosen as a hokage. Not until I bothered to start studying that is. I've always read a bit, but never very often, not until a few months before I turned 14 that is.

When I read a scroll about the lineage of the village I had nearly broken down. All the hokages were related, be it distantly or close. They were all of the same blood.

I guess it is possible for one not of the blood to become a hokage, it just hasn't happened. Sarutobi- the Sandaime was the only one not closely related... but he was still related.

I had stared in silence for a long time before continuing my reading. It's not that I enjoyed reading- quite the opposite really- it was that I knew I needed to be educated. Through reading I could learn about jutsus, battle plans, and blood lines.

I never thought for a moment I might find something out about my own family though, through reading.

Though, it wasn't like I just stumbled across the name 'Uzumaki' in a scroll. Not even close.

No, instead I was called to the hokages office a few days after my birthday.

"Welcome Naruto-kun," Tsunade stood from her desk. I bet she was relieved to get a break from the overwhelming pile of paper work... the one downside to being hokage.

I tilted my head and smiled slightly and a bit nervously, "Tsunade-baba... what did I do?"

She blinked at me, her brown eyes filled with mirth even as she glared, "Hokage-sama you mean?"

"Feh," I swallowed my retort and looked at her expectantly. I hadn't seen her for a while, and had missed her greatly. She was one of the few people I know that genuinely care for me. She nearly got herself killed for me, which shows the ultimate of love a shinobi can be given by another, other than actually dying that is.

"Naruto... what do you know of your family?" Her question surprised me.

"Nani?" I blinked, I probably looked really funny... the look on my face I mean. My eyes were wide, probably huge, and my mouth hung slightly from the jaw joint. "M-My family?"

"Hai," She tilted her head at me, one of her blonde ponytails fell from her shoulder down her back.

My family... something I had never known but in the form of a few friends who I treated as if they were my family.

I had never known my parents... I didn't know if they were dead, if they were living... or if they had ever really cared about me.

Unlike some orphans who have vague memories or a photograph, I had nothing. As far as I knew, I could have been the result of a mess up in the jutsu. I could have been created by the jutsu. Though, I knew that was extremely unlike.

"I-I know nothing," I murmured, my head dropped, my chin touched my forehead protector. "No ones ever told me about them..."

I heard a rustle of clothe as Tsunade-baachan moved to set her hands on my shoulders. She was gentle about it, her hands lightly touching the white cloth of my jacket. After a moment she shifted her right hand to slip her pale fingers beneath my chin, gently lifting my face up.

I wonder if she ever gave any thought as to why I call her obaa-chan. I also doubt I'll ever tell her that it's because I can see through her jutsu, a little bit anyway. It's strange, a slight difference in the placement of the picture. Kind of like when you look closely into a mirror, there's a barely detectable fuzzy outline of her older self. Perhaps it's because of the Kyuubi, I don't know, but I do know that most people can't see that outline. Only recently I started noticing I can see it around any genjutsu, not that I let anyone become aware of that fact.

"Naruto," She smiled, looking into my eyes. "The Sandaime was the only one who truly knew who your parents were. Though, Jaraiya and a few others did have their suspicions."

"Dare?" My eyes had to be wide, glossy and pleading. I wanted to know who they had been... but at the same time, I guess I kind of dreaded it.

"You're mother, was a medic Nin." Tsunade drew away from me and smiled. "Even after giving birth for you she went out to tend to the wounded."

I watched as Tsunade shook her head slightly, "She was stubborn and bull headed... and she died to keep you alive."

I tilt my head in question, my forehead knitting together above my brows. My mother had died to keep me alive? I had nearly died?

"After the fourth had sealed the demon in you, both of you were greatly depleted of chakra," She glanced up at the image of the yondaime on the wall above her desk. "Both of you were dying. The fourth knew, however, that he wasn't going to make it. That had been part of the deal when it came to the jutsu he preformed. He wouldn't let her even touch him, he made her help you before she could do anything to comfort him."

Tsunade averted her eyes back to my face, and I turned my head to return her look.

"She saved you, the most important thing to both her and the fourth, and was killed from exhaustion and grief," Tsunade glanced at her hands. "She loved you very much, but Mitsuyo couldn't bear the loss of her husband and the near death of her son in the same day. Add to that extreme charka exhaustion... her body couldn't handle the healing it took to save you... and no other medic was willing to go near you." She paused before the last part; I guess she was unsure of how she should phrase it.

"She... loved me, ne?" I glanced at my hands.

"Hai."

"And, Mitsuyo was her name?"

"Kaida Mitsyo," Tsunade replied softly.

I glance up at Tsunade, a true smile gracing my lips, "It's a pretty name."

Tsunade nodded, "It's an old name too. She still has family in the hidden village of cliffs."

Both 'family' and 'hidden village of cliffs' grabbed my interest. But, I asked the first question that managed to form in my jumbled mind. "Hidden Village of cliffs?"

Tsunade nodded, "It's a small village that is allied with us, much like the hidden village of falls... only much stronger."

I nod in remembrance of that... interesting mission, during the whole thing Sasuke had acted strange...

"I have family there?"

"Hai, your mother's cousins and probably a few aunts and Uncles... I don't know if her parents are still alive though," Tsunade patted my spiky hair. "You do have blood family in the world, even if they don't belong to this village... and I'll make sure you get to visit them eventually."

A thought crossed my mind then, causing my smile to fade away. It almost seemed as if she was avoiding something... something which took me a minute to pin point.

"Ano, what about my father?" I tilt my head at her.

"A year before you were born your father married your mother in secret. It was a match of both love and politics. It was supposed to draw our villages together, but we were both at a stand off war with another village at the time and revealing the marriage would have been disastrous." Tsunade walked to her desk and picked up a box. It wasn't small, but it wasn't large either. "So it was kept secret, and your conception and birth were kept secret as well. Even I didn't know about it till I read the Sandaimes scroll naming your inheritance and heritage."

"Demo, who was he? Who was my father?"

"Uzumaki Hiroshi," Her eyes searched mine for recognition. "Or rather, Kana Hiroshi for he went by the maiden name of his mother when he became a shinobi."

I did recognize the second name and technically the first. Eventually I managed to stammer out a question, "Yo-Yondaime?"

"Hai."

I have never been floored before when it came to thinking of a reply or a comment that is until now. My mind was blank; I guess it was worn out from processing all the information.

I was related to the hokage line, my father had been hokage. My father sealed the Kyuubi inside me. My mother died to protect me.

"Naruto," Tsunade's voice finally caught my attention. I have no idea how long I had just stood there, staring into space. "Take this, these are some things your parents wanted you to have, and others they would have wanted you to have."

My hands clasped the wood of the box, clenching around it. The black leather hand protectors on my hands prevented any bits of wood from puncturing my skin... though it was doubtful that any would have.

I stared at the stained and slightly engraved box, my mind still trying to wrap itself around all of the news.

"You should go back to your apartment, take the day off." I glance up at her, my eyes still a bit blank.

"This has been a lot to take in, I know." She touched my cheek with her finger tips. "You should go look through that box, we can talk more about them tomorrow."

I numbly nodded and left, my hands still clenched around the box. I had family and Tsunade-baachan was even truly a relative of mine, if all this was true.

As I made my way to my apartment my mind attempted to come to terms with everything.

I had been loved. I had a family who had loved me. I was a true orphan, not just an abandoned child. My parents hadn't wanted to give me up, they had cared for me!

With this revelation the looks from the villagers when I passed by suddenly became easier to ignore. I was loved and I did have a family, how ever far away they may be.

A smile broke across my lips and my eyes glanced at the lid of the box I carried.

I couldn't wait to learn more about my parents. To learn more about the lives they had lived, to see what they had left for my life.

To see what they had made sure would make its way to me one day, all because they had cared.

Fin

A.Note: Hmm, this came to me suddenly... and while I did have a plan to do a similar part... this turned out very different from my earlier plans. It's also not my best work . . I hope everyone enjoyed... and do ignore the no beta ramble at the top... my AP homework and nervousness about school is getting to me, I do think. -- As always, please review!