Chapter 1

"Jaron!" Kyuubi Uzumaki called out. "Come on baby, we have to go." He shuffled on his Doc Martens. "Jaron, come on!"

The little boy dashed out of his room and quickly rounded the corner through the living room, meeting his mother by the door. His big brown eyes gleamed in excitement.

"Ready!"

Jaron Uzumaki looked handsome in his school uniform, a white button up with khakis pants and a maroon blazer and its matching maroon vest. His long, black hair fell down past his shoulders, a white headband in place to keep his bangs out of his face. For a boy he looked more like a girl, a trait inherited from his mother. He had his mother's full lips and his father's high cheekbones.

Kyuubi grabbed his denim jacket from off the coat rack beside the door. "Alright, let's get a move on." He held the door open and his son quickly ran out. The boy's frightened when his mother's voice suddenly boomed. "Naruto, get up! You're not missing school again today, you hear me!"

In the bedroom, the sleeping teenager stirred awake.

The walk to the bus stop was short, usually a five minute walk. Kyuubi held his son's hand as they walked down the sidewalk. He greeted familiar neighbors as they passed them. Some were polite and greeted him in return. Others simply nodded, their eyes conveying their prejudice thoughts.

It has been decades since the shocking revelation that some men could bear children came to pass. Nature is constantly evolving. In some countries, this new phenomena was accepted as the new norm. In more traditional countries, many still struggled to understand and accept the impossible. People who simply did not want to understand made it very clear the change was abnormal. Some went as far as to call it a disease. While many who are born special had a hard time accepting who they are, due to the discrimination and maltreatment that came along with their identity, Kyuubi never experienced that kind of unfairness. As a child, he was loved and heavily protected by his parents. He was lucky to have their support. He was never exposed to any form of prejudice. He was born into a life of riches. It was easy for him to look past the dirty glances. He never had any reason to be bothered. He lived in luxury, enough money to buy himself enough happiness to last him two lifetimes. And yet, the source of happiness was all found in the little boy walking beside him.

As if a mind reader, his son glanced up at him suddenly. "Mommy, you're so pretty."

His mother's natural red hair fell down to a small waist, gentle green eyes prominent against tan skin with natural curves accentuated by long legs.

Kyuubi laughed. "Thank you." He didn't mind the slight jab at his masculinity.

"Mommy?"

"Hm?"

"How come you're pretty like a girl?" Yesterday, the five year old asked the same question.

Kyuubi opened his mouth to recite his usual response. That is just how I look, baby. He decided against it. He explained to the child in a calm voice that there are girls and then there are boys, and that there are some boys like himself that had features similar to girls.

"Why?" Jay asked.

"Because, we are unique. We look like girls because that is our genetics. Some of us can also have children like girls do."

Jay nodded his head. He was intelligent, a trait his mother noted the boy inherited from his father. Jay often received the best results on his class assignments, strong praises from his teachers. Some would even say he was gifted. Excellence just came natural to the boy.

"Is that why you are both my mommy and daddy?"

Kyuubi tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

"All the kids in my class have both a mommy and a daddy. But I only have you."

Kyuubi opened and closed his mouth unsure what to say. He knew sooner or later their unusual circumstance would peak his son's curiosity. Now that sooner was here, he was speechless. Just as he was about to tell a lie he hoped a five year old would easily accept, the white city bus screeched to a stop before them. He sighed a breath of relief.

They boarded the bus. The morning rush was as prominent as ever. Today, they were unlucky, not a single seat was available. Kyuubi stood by the front, his right hand holding the rail above him while his left held his son securely to his side. The bus pulled off and Jay stumbled. His mother kept him steady.

A few minutes into the ride and the young social butterfly had already engaged in multiple conversations with the passengers sat in front of him. A kind gentlemen generously offered his seat and Kyuubi thanked him. Jay swung his legs back and forth as he merrily chatted away with the passengers around him. He was a cheerful kid full of too much energy. Kyuubi would often encourage him to keep quiet, but it was already too late. Before he knew it, all the passengers had fallen in love with his son.

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The season of spring was a blessing this year. Flowers had sprouted and the cherry blossoms were nearly full bloom. The weather was warm with a soothing gust of wind. The spring showers had yet to roll in and the people of Japan hoped it wouldn't. They had endured enough rain and snow during the peak of winter.

Naruto Uzumaki sat by the window in the back of his class. The seat practically had his name written all over it. No one in the junior class dared to sit in his seat or else they would be dealt with the coldest glare from those icy blue eyes of his. As the teacher lectured on and on about the algebraic equation on the board, Naruto allowed his imagination to run free as he watched the small bird perched on the branch of the large sakura tree. He eyed the small animal with envy, wishing he could somehow sprout wings and fly away to another place.

The smack of the ruler against his desk scared Naruto out of his thoughts. He glanced up at his teacher, startled for a moment before he casually leaned back in his seat. "I was listening."

"Oh yeah, what's the answer to the question on the board?" asked the teacher, his calm voice contradicting the irritated look on his face.

Naruto looked at the board for the first time since the class began. He didn't even know which question they were on let alone the answer. He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure."

The young teacher sighed. "Don't daydream in my class, Mr. Uzumaki."

"Yes, sir."

The teacher returned back to the front of the class. Naruto looked down at his desk to find his notebook not even opened. He glanced up and was immediately met with the stern gaze of his teacher. He rolled his eyes as he opened his notebook.

The bell rang and the students quickly gathered their supplies. Naruto was on his way out of class when he was greeted by Kiba, a junior student with dark brown curls and piercing green eyes. He wore his usual charming smile, handsome with an athletic built. His friends stood beside him. Naruto tried to get past him. His arm was suddenly grabbed and he's pulled back forcefully.

"Kiba, don't fucking touch me." Naruto said, wrenching his arm free.

Kiba threw his arms up defensively, backing away. "Getting tired of me already?" He stood a few inches taller than Naruto, his broad shoulders and muscles intimidating.

Naruto attempted to leave and again was stopped by Kiba moving to block him. Naruto looked at him unamused.

"What's with the attitude? I just wanna chat." Kiba said, a playfulness in his voice.

"Get out of my way."

"Or what, princess?" Kiba mocked him. "What are you gonna do? Other than get on your knees and suck my dick."

Kiba and his goons laughed, exaggerating the joke to be funnier than it actually was. As they do so, more students begin to crowd in curiosity.

Naruto mocked their laugh with his own, returning his gaze to Kiba's amused own. "Wow, that's… that was so goddamn awful. That's really the best you got? Why so suggestive? Do your buddies here know what you get up to in your spare time?"

It was as if a switch had been flipped. Kiba's amused face suddenly hardened, his strong features becoming almost frightening as he clenched his jaw. "Got something you wanna say, princess?"

"You're not even worth the headache." He brushed past Kiba. "Leave me alone."

"Oh come on," Kiba jeered, again grabbing Naruto's arm and forcing him around. "Don't leave us all on a cliffhanger. If you got something to say, say it."

Naruto sighed. "Stop it now, Kiba. You got your point across."

Kiba smirked, his fist grabbing a hold of Naruto's shirt collar. "Don't be a fucking pussy. Say it, give me a fucking reason."

"It's so pathetic how you get turned on by this. Standing so close to me, I can practically feel your dick touching my thigh." Naruto chuckled. "I turn you on that much, huh, baby?"

Naruto braced himself for it but it still managed to be as painful as ever. Naruto squeezed his eyes shut from the punch landed to his gut. He was suddenly on the floor, attacked with kicks and punches all over his body. He brought his arms up to shield his head when he felt a hard kick to the side of his head, causing him to black out for a second. He heard muffled screams and suddenly the attacks had stopped. He looked up with blurred vision, his bottom lip busted and leaking blood.

Naruto slowly pulled himself up. He saw the young math teacher scolding his three attackers. He turned to leave, his hand laced in his thick blonde hair as he ignored the calls from his teacher to seek medical attention. He gripped his backpack tightly in his hands as he looked around at the pitiful stares of his school mates. His anger flared like wild fire as he threw the bag, his backpack crashing loudly against the lockers.

"I hate this fucking place!" He wiped the tears from his eyes as he walked down the crowded hall, his hard gaze clearing away his path as students quickly moved away from him.

To the students it was just another unforgettable day with theirs truly, Naruto Uzumaki. The freak of the school. Not the only freak, but the only one who insisted on fighting back. The one who never knew when to keep his mouth shut.

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Late in the afternoon, the temperature had gotten hotter as the sun reached its peak in the clear blue sky. The cool breeze was still present and offered a nice relief for the people in the city. Kyuubi wore his son's anime themed backpack over his shoulder, a wide smile on his face as he listened to his son carry on about the fun activities at school. Kyuubi would occasionally ask questions to let the boy know he was listening. He loved the big smile that would make its way to his son's face when he would do so. That smile meant more to Kyuubi than any riches in the world. This hyperactive carefree angel was the best thing that ever could have happened to him.

Kyuubi unlocked the door to their apartment and Jay rushed inside. The boy ran into the living room and leaped onto the couch where his young uncle lounged lazily with a remote in his hand. Jay's smile suddenly faded. The appearance of his uncle frightened him.

"Naru, what happened to your face? Why are you hurt again?"

Naruto sat up and wrapped his arms around his nephew. He brought the boy down on the couch with him, allowing his nephew to lie over his chest. He pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead.

"Mean guys at school hate me," Naruto mumbled.

"Why?"

Naruto stared into his nephew's wavering eyes. "Aww… please don't cry. I'm okay. I promise. Kiss?"

Jay pecked his uncle's lip. "Are you lying?"

Naruto smiled. "I feel better already."

Jaron giggled. "A kiss can't make you feel better. You need medicine for that."

"You're too smart for your own good, baby boy."

Kyuubi finished settling down and walked towards the duo on the couch. "Jay…" Kyuubi waited until his son looked up at him. "Go change out of your uniform."

Jay pouted at his mother. "Can I change later?"

"No, do it now."

Kyuubi watched as his son hesitantly got off the couch and left the room. He returned his gaze to his brother who now laid on his side with his head resting comfortably on the armrest, his eyes closed.

"Another fight, Naruto?" Kyuubi said sternly.

Naruto didn't move. "I want to sleep."

Kyuubi nudged Naruto's leg with his hand. "Sit up when I'm talking to you."

"What?!" Naruto shouted as he sat up abruptly. "What do you want?"

"How long are you going to keep up this rebellious act?" Kyuubi breathed in to remain calm. "Can I go a week without receiving a call from your school about some nonsense you wound up in? I'm not paying all that fucking money for you to constantly miss days and get into fights. I have one child to raise. I can't be bothered to raise another."

Naruto stood up, getting in his brother's face. "Then stop acting like you're my fucking parent. You are in no position to be lecturing me. You were worse than me in school so don't act like you're some fucking role model."

"And I thought you'd be smart enough to learn from my mistakes."

"I am," Naruto said sharply. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not knocked up."

"Why did you get into a fight today?" The silence from Naruto answered Kyuubi's suspicion. "It's okay to be different, Naruto."

"Shut the fuck up." He didn't spare his brother a glance as he headed for his bedroom.

Kyuubi pinched the bridge of his nose. It's been two years and he still can't seem to reach Naruto. Even after the sacrifices he's made to get them in a good place. Everything Naruto was going through, everything he was experiencing, the bullying at school, the rebellious behavior and the desperation to be accepted by society. The cause of it all and the blame was somehow pushed onto Kyuubi. For the last two years, Kyuubi was willing to fully accept and endure all of Naruto's anger.

Unlike Kyuubi growing up and having his parents to help him understand their circumstance, Naruto didn't have the comfort of their parents shelter. And Kyuubi knew he wasn't exactly brother of the year, having had his own fair share of troubles. He wasn't able to be there for his little brother when he needed him the most. With each passing day, Naruto's resentment towards him only seemed to worsen and there was nothing he could do to change it.

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Who else can relate with Naruto? Feeling different and trapped, damn that sucks. Let me know what you guys think. Hugs and kisses XOXO