AN: I'm so grateful for all the reviews! Man, the dang uchihas r popular…

Nancy: oops…I already had his character planned out and the name just…slipped my mind. Sorry! You'll find out his name…eventually. Thanks to my first steady reviewer!

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Miyata: I enjoyed your long review! Yes, the pairings are that…and as for your second question…you'll find out now. I still have no idea how the rest of this fic will go, but I'll keep your suggestion in mind

Annyia: Yeh, I just wanted to experiment around with new couples…but I do like NejiHina…

Hitomi No Ryu: I am a loyal Mary-Sue hater…glad we share that common trait. And thanks for your warning…I know I'm doing a risky move here, but I'm trying my hand at the more 'difficult' section of fanfiction…hopefully the splat wouldn't be too big…

And THANK YOU to all who took the time to read this work of mine…I THANK YOU all!

Anyways, this will be the last prologue before the actual story…I've been updating every day, but the rate will slow down as the story progresses…please bear with me

Dad had always dreamed about becoming Hokage. Ha! Even now, in his robes, he still resembled a blond idiot playing Commander. I know it's insulting, but I really couldn't see him any other way. Believe me, I've tried. He just looked like a big baby. A very cool, awesome, mature baby, but still…a baby.

Once, I mentioned that to my mom. I thought he was an actor or something. Mom laughed at me. It had been his dream since we were kids, she told me. This dad, your dad, is for real.

For real. A real Hokage.

As a three-year-old, that was REALLY awesome.

As a five-year old, it got annoying.

Everybody kept on calling me 'Honorable Son'. I seriously don't get why being the son of the Hokage is so "honorable". I mean, I was born that way. So, in a sense, they were complementing my DNA…it's both confusing and irritating.

I've got dad's eyes, and my hair is blond for the most part, except for the light tinge of pink it acquires whenever my hair got in the light. I think it's kind of cool. True men wears (grows) pink! I look like my dad, in a way, but my eyes are more angled and I'm not as tempted to change my expression too dramatically. All in all, (quoting mom here) I was 'prettier' than him. Heh. That fed my ego. My parents were really nice to me, though I don't see dad often, because his schedule is so tight. Whenever he has free time, though, all of us would go out to this very good place called Ichiraku. I absolutely love their ramen. I still try to beat dad at eating the most in five minutes…I never won. Figures.

Mom teachers at the Academy. I entered when I was five. At school, she treats me just like the other kids, not that I complain or anything. She's really nice overall. I know it's a weird thing to say about moms, but she gives me a really cheerful feeling. Dad has the same aura.

Most of the kids at school are afraid of me, cuz of Dad. Their parents probably told them that I was too be revered or something, because most of them calls me "Rio-sama". People would stutter and talk stiffly when they are around me. It was really annoying, and I couldn't find any friends, until a little bit into my second year.

I met Nara Shiro when mom called on me during class. I was zoning off, thinking about exotic flavors of ramen (like…salamander…and strawberries), and had absolutely no idea whatever blah shuriken blah she was talking about, when a blond boy nudged me under the desks and wrote "Shadow Windmill" on a piece of paper. I was suspicious, because he looked asleep, but I said it out loud anyways, and got it right. During lunch, I sat with him. His dad, Nara Shikamaru, was close friends with the Hokage and didn't really give shit about my title. His mother was a sand-nin named Temari. His family's spilt in two countries. I told him how sorry I was, but he waved it off and said that his uncle is the Kazekage. He could travel back and forth very easily. I laughed, and he smiled lazily. We were the only two kids with blood relations to the Kages, so I thought that was very cool.

After school, he introduced me to his friend, a very cute girl named Kairiki. She was in first year, but they planned to skip her to second very soon. She carried around a notebook, which contained pictures that she sketched of various things. They did not look like a child's work! She didn't talk all that much, but whenever others spoke to her, she would have a real sincere look on her face that lets you know she's listening. I felt so happy to have gained such friends in a day.

During our fifth year, we began to talk about more serious things. Mom had enlightened us on some rather gory details of our future work. It made me question Dad. The Fourth Hokage had given up his life for Konoha…Mom said that the villagers hated Dad when he was little. Why would anyone want to protect the people who hated him? I wasn't even going to pretend that I'm half as strong as Dad. When people pushed me, I pushed them back. Kairiki told me that it was human nature; that only a few people can accomplish what Dad did. I felt both proud and ashamed. Proud because Dad is so brave and good, but ashamed because people would expect me to do the same things Dad did. I already knew, deep down, that I'm average. If Konoha had hated me when I was little, I probably would have killed someone. A part of me thought that, if I became Hokage, I won't be able to protect anyone. I valued my own life above everything. It was selfish, I know, but it was me. And somehow, I felt that it was right.

When I asked Shiro whether he would die for Konoha, he looked at me with a bright intelligence I rarely saw. He told me that his only goal in life is to live the way he wanted to live and die the way he wanted to die. That, he said, is harder than anything, if we were to live the life of a shinobi. I still remember the clear hazel orbs gazing at me in confidence. For the first time in my life I felt jealous. Of him, of Dad, of everyone who knew what they wanted to accomplish.

I thought to myself, Uzumaki Rio, you better find out what you live for.

That will be my goal…for now.