No pen, no pencil... hate it when inspiration comes a knocking and I am thoroughly unprepared, dontcha? (try writing with the lead point of a pencil you found in the backpack if you wanna see annoying stuff). Anyway.... Before I start the fic.... a few safety precautions. If at any time you feel that the fic is too much for your sanity (I have been told it happens with my writings sometimes) there are 3 mandatory emergency exits. The x in the upper corner of the window, the right next to it, and lastly - a little bit lower than the last two... use any at your own discretion! Now on to the fic.
Oh, wait a second, almost forgot. I do NOT own Naruto, and all I gotta say is thank god, else it would probably suck, no on to the fic (for real this time)
"Naruto niisan! Wake up please!"
"Yeah bro, you said you would teach us some cool jutsus today!"
--Hnrgh? Wuzzat... wait I know those voices... oh yeah, my "cute, adorable, about to die a horrible death for waking me up" younger brothers... jeez how troublesome! Boy, I hate being a role model over here, jeeze dad, coulda warned me about how big a problem that was gonna be! Oh well, first things first...
"C'mon bro, wake up! You did pro-"
--Now, who could've nailed Hayato in the head with a pillow? Huh, why are you all looking at me? .... Wait a second! I'm talking to myself... who the heck is "all" ... going crazy... coffee...
A bundle of bed sheers with some conspicous blende hair sticking out of it started moving. At this the pair of boys standing (ok, one of them is rubbing his head while he's sitting on the floor sorrounded by dirty clothes and ninja scrolls all scattered around) slowly back away fron it, after all, who knows what else hides in the shifting pile.
'Ok, ok, I'm up1 Now why are you two waking me up at.... 5:15!?" (murderous glare from the pile of clothes)
As the small family.... Uhm, quarrel? Yes, quarrel would describe it... somewhat.... well, as the fight slowly progressed we get to see some more of what lays hidden in the pule that seems to be the center of all atention. Slowly, we see a mesh of spikey blonde hair, parts of a pijama clad body, and finally the face. Big blue eyes that, even at this ungodly hour and after it's owner was woken up at it, retain a certain cheer and mirth in it that seems to be contagious; a frown that borders on scolding and whisker marks on both cheeks complete the picture before us. Appearantly, he is finally fed up (and maybe finally awake enough to actually manage to say something intelligent) he interrupts the two other kids in the room.
"I did say I was gonna teach you more stuff today, but I never said "ealy in the morning"!!! Just because of that, you guys will do my chores today as punishment!"
"But, but, niisan! That's not fair!"
"Yeah well, the sun is barely out and I am up! That is not fair either! Now, if you behave, I will teach you one of my favorite moves, sound good?"
At this two very similar faces lit up, their features strickingly similar to the older boy still semi-wrapped up in bed sheets except for the whiscker marks that is.... Hmmm... brothers by the look of things.
"Ok you two, if you want me to teach you anything, you better get out of here and start doing some breakfast quick!"
"Ramen?" hopefull tone and a hopefull face accompany this question.
"He- heck yeah! But you guys also need to eat stuff that is goo for you... so add some fruit too! And milk! Now, scram! I gotta get ready! Another pillow flies through the air hitting the smaller of the two who got out of the room in a fit of laughter, and exited talk, ahh, brotherly love.
-Later-
--I'll never figure out how mom and dad managed to take care of us with their being two of the strongest ninjas and all! I miss them... but at least I remember them, unlike my brothers... damn you Kyuubi! That kinjutsu dad performed sealing you in me sealed their fates... Giving both their lives in exchange for you going away... I lost both parents because of you! Five years is all they had left after you! Five years in which they could at least be with their (then) only son and help him understand. Five years to prepare him for the loneliness, and then two for helping raise my brothers... I think fate had it against me from the start! But... but, they never quit! And neither will I, if this is how I am supposed to live, then I will make the best out of it and make my own way! Iā
"Yo, bro, stop day dreaming and help us out with these dishes, so that you can then teach us some cool jutsus!" The nine year old shouted while pointing to a pile of dishes that seemed dirty enough to have spent several days without a glance at it.
"Jeeze Hayato, don't get so angry, I'm coming, ok?"
Annnnnd back to Naruto's mind as the blonde considers what to teach.
--hmmm.... Let's see... they're still both in the academy, but I have already taught them all the stuff they'll learn there... they both have much better chakra controll than I do... thanks to that annoying fox... but not much chakra at that.... So .... A low level fire jutsu oughta do it... hmm, better make it two, that way it'll be offensive and defensive! That will be after the obligatory "concerned big brother safety speach" tm (there you go Max, trademarked this time) of course!ā
And so the morning goes for the Uzumaki family
Next: Life of a Ninja
Hope I still have readers left at this poinr, thanks for bearing with me!
