Title- Story of My Life

Chapter 2- How it All Began

AN- This story will be told in third person POV, with little notes from Haku. He's

not really telling the story. The first chapter might have been a little confusing.

Side note- This story was inspired by a fanart I saw of Naruto

in the fifth volume.

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Wherever there is authority, there is a natural inclination towards disobedience.

-Thomas Haliburton

Character is doing the right thing when nobody's looking. There are too many people who think that the only thing that's right is to get by, and the only thing that's wrong is to get caught.

- J.C. Watts

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Hello, this is Haku again. We shall start this story where- well, where it all started, in the supreme court office of the Honorable Third Judge of Konoha.

"Uzumaki Naruto, you were found guilty of stealing one cup of ramen, breaking out of Konoha Juvenile Hall thirty times, breaking out of Konoha Prison twenty-nine times, and eluding those who searched for you after you escaped in the court of law," the judge told the sullen blonde, who was currently sitting before him. He leaned forward and said to Naruto, "I must admit, your ways of escaping were quite creative, Uzumaki; and in this way you have pushed upon me a decision I wish I never had to make."

"Geez, all of them?" Naruto complained. "I mean, the escaping I see, but can't you forget the ramen thing? For all the things I've done, you put that down in the books!"

"Naruto, be quiet!" His guardian, Iruka, said harshly. Turning to the judge, he asked him, "Sir, what is the verdict you've reached?"

The old man sighed. "Naruto, since we are unable to contain you for even five days in the Juvenile Hall, you are sentenced to be held in the Four Countries Maximum Security Prison for ten years, with no chance of parole."

The blonde's jaw dropped. "What?" he exclaimed.

"But your Honor," Iruka stuttered, just as shocked as Naruto, "He's not even seventeen yet!"

"I understand that, Iruka, but his behavior has brought around this punishment."

Naruto scrunched up his face, angry. Crossing his arms, he glared at the judge. "What if I escape again, huh? You of all people know that I can get out of anything, even a Max Prison!"

"Then I will have to relieve Iruka of his position as your current guardian and put you in the foster program again."

At this, Naruto became pale, and his arms went slack. He looked away, then met the judge's eyes. "So, old fart, you're saying that if I don't escape, Iruka can still be my guardian?"

"Yes."

Okay, okay, I'll stop to explain some things for you. This must be confusing to you all. Two years ago, Naruto stole a cup of ramen. Stupid, I know, but when does Naruto not do stupid things? He was sentenced to jail for five days, and he did another stupid thing. He broke out. They caught him of course, but as soon as he was back there he escaped again. Naruto earned the reputation of being able to get out of anything: any trap, any cell, any chain. Unfortunately, he also earned a bounty of one million dollars on his head, because not only would he escape, he would hide and stay hidden, avoiding the law at every turn. His history of violence before he was placed under Iruka's care didn't help him much, either. All this gave poor Iruka a headache, but he blamed it on the way Naruto had been treated as a child. (Don't ask me about it now, you'll find out later.) Alright, I'm going back to the story, but I'm gonna skip ahead a little, to when he arrived at the Four Countries Maximum Security Prison.

"Alright, alright, get moving!" the guard barked to the blonde boy. He couldn't believe that this teenager could be the infamous Uzumaki Naruto. After all, he looked harmless enough; wearing a bright orange-and-blue jacket and strange goggles over his head. His pack was small, and he shivered slightly. 'Kid must be scared to death of this place,' he thought, before yelling again, "Move it!"

Little did the guard know that Naruto was shivering with the thought of the challenge that the armed fortress would hold, for him to escape. Until he remembered what the judge had said about Iruka, and he frowned. 'Stupid old geezer, ruining all my fun.' "Just chill, damn!" He retorted to the guard. "I just wanna get a look at the place that I'll be spending the next decade in."

"Well hurry up. It looks like the boys are eager to see you." The guard grinned evilly, and poked Naruto with the butt of his gun. "We don't want to keep them waiting, do we?"

Naruto began walking, muttering things about 'damn asshole guards that never leave you alone' and 'what the hell does he mean, "eager"? Sounds rapist to me...' but as soon as they entered the hall where the cells were, he immediately saw what the guard had met.

"Hey look, it's the kid we heard about!"

"Quite a pretty boy, ain't he?"

"What's yer name, shorty?"

"What'd you do to get in here, kid?"

"You can spend the night in my cell any night you want!"

Naruto stuck out his middle finger at the person who had said the last thing without turning and continued to follow the guard.

"Hey, looky there, the kid's got spirit!"

"Ooh, I'm real scared!"

"Better watch your back, boy!"

"We're here," the guard said sharply, shoving Naruto into Cell #189. "Your number is 4521. Don't wear that jacket anymore, just the prison denims. Be on time to everything- if you aren't, we'll go looking for you." Naruto just yawned. He had been through the routine warnings probably a thousand times before, and he knew them by heart. The guard noted this and grinned. "Kid, you got spunk, but I won't be surprised if that changes soon. Especially with the cell mate you have." The guard closed the iron bar doors, locked it, and walked away.

Naruto rubbed his eyes and groaned, before walking over to the empty cot and plopping down on it. "What the hell does he mean by that? 'Especially with the cell mate you have,'" he mocked, exaggerating the macho tone of the guard. Naruto looked up at the blank, white space that was his ceiling and spoke to it, saying, "Hello, ceiling. I'll be looking up at you a lot. For the next ten years, actually, so I hope you like me, 'cause you can't get rid of me. Hm, wonder what Iruka's making right now. Probably some spaghetti with extra meat sauce, and garlic bread. He likes his spaghetti almost as much as I like ramen. Oh, and ceiling? I'll be talking about Iruka a lot too. He's my guardian, you know. Well, how could you know? It's not really possible, since you're been here since this place was built. I think this will be my favorite prison so far- iron everything, gated everything, guards everywhere. I'd love to try to escape, other than the whole Iruka thi-"

"Do you always talk to yourself?" A deep voice interrupted him.

Naruto jumped, startled, and looked around. "What the- who are you?" he asked a dark haired man, who was currently sitting on the cot across from him, giving him a curious look. His hair was somehow spiked up and back, and a few bangs fell over the headband that identified him as a Konoha prisoner. He didn't look any older than mabye nineteen, but his eyes were cold and uncaring.

"You're the new kid." the man stated him, ignoring his question. "Word is, you had a bounty on your head. How much was it?" He leaned forward and stared deep into Naruto's eyes, as if he could read the blonde's mind, and this made Naruto very nervous and uncomfortable. "You can't be older than fifteen." he commented in a overbearing voice.

At that, Naruto jumped up, curled his hands into a fist, and snarled, "I'm almost seventeen, bastard!"

The man's eyebrows snapped together as he glared at Naruto. "Bastard, eh?"

"Yeah, bastard! You could at least tell me your name before insulting me!"

"Me, insult you? You just called me a bastard!"

"And you said I was fifteen!" The blonde glared right back at the man, before pulling down his goggles over his eyes and lying on the cot again. "Sheesh, talk about a welcome committee! First I got a guard that doesn't even know how famous I am, next I had a rapist hit on me, and now I have a cell mate that had a stick shoved up his ass! I mean, what kind of whack-jobs do they have here?!?"

The man's frown disappeared and an emotionless look took its place. "Famous, eh? If you're so famous, mind telling me your name, teme?"

"My name is- no, wait a second!" he interrupted himself. He thought for a moment, then a fox-like grin spread across his face, stretching the parallel scars on his cheeks. "I don't really feel like giving my name. I can start new here!" The thought had just come to him, and his eyes lit up with joy. Laughing, he forgot all about his quarrel with the man and leaned back on his cot once more. "No need for a name- they give you a number! And they always stick nicknames on me anyway."

"They?" the man inquired. "And you've been in jail before?" This boy was certianly an interesting character.

Naruto began to tell his new cell mate that he had been in the Konoha Juvenile Center and Prison, but once again decided to keep that information to himself. 'This is gonna be fun,' he thought with glee. Outloud he told him, "Yeah, I've been in prison before. And they are all the other prisoners. Let's see, what names have I been given before...Fox, The Brat, Demon Child, Teme, Dobe was a popular one..." He began to list all the names that he had been called.

The man rubbed his temples. "I get the point," he said, annoyed. A bell rung, and he sighed. "You better put on the uniform. Dinner's gonna start soon. And by the way...take those stupid goggles off your head."

Naruto's hands flew up to his goggles protectively and shook his head. "Are you kidding? No way am I gonna take these off!"

"Fine then, at least take them off from over your eyes."

Tugging them up to pull back his messy hair, Naruto grinned at his cell mate. "Heh, forgot they were there. So, what's your name?"

The man paused for a moment, then sighing and telling him, "Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke." 'And now the shocked pause in which he will question if I am the Uchiha Sasuke that-'

"Nice to meet you, Sasuke-bastard," Naruto interrupted Sasuke's thoughts cheerfully. "Never heard of a guy with that name before. Sasuke...Sasuke...kinda funny to say..." he muttered to himself as he tugged off his black shirt, not noticing the look of surprise on Sasuke's face.

'He...he doesn't know who I am? What I did?' He felt some relief, as he watched the young blonde amuse himself by repeating Sasuke's name over and over, and also a tug at his ego. 'I thought everyone knew me...knows what I did...how can he not know me? Especially if he's from Konoha.'

"Let's go, ladies!" a strong voice yelled from down the hall. "Get yourself into action!"

Ah well. There would be time to question the blonde later. Right now, it was time to see how the boy would react to the strange people that he would meet in the cafeteria.

"C'mon, Kid," Sasuke told him. "You'll enjoy meeting some of the other prisoners."