A/N: So, sorry for the wait I had to get the plot sorted out. Not like I can talk about plot when it's the second chapter but yeah. So I'll be gone for a while and the next chapter should be after a week or something. Anyway, I'd like to thank for the follows and favorites, keep them going ;3 . Enjoy the story~

-Naruto's POV-

'Is that a cigarette there?' I wondered as I crouched in the tiny space of the prison vehicle. I was getting transported to my new home/prison. This was the seventh one and I was getting tired of being jugged around in different prison cells every day. Can't a man decorate his cell in peace? I was just getting comfortable in the last one before they decided that having ramen posters and actual pillows wasn't allowed. Of course I refused to throw them away and they tried to tear the posters off. I may have punched and broken one of the jailors' nose but can ya blame a guy for defending his ramen posters?

They had led me to the chief's office and on the way we passed by the place where you could visit the prisoners. As we were walking through there one of the doors opened and, can you believe it, slammed right into my face. The guy who walked out looked like some rich businessman and he looked down at me with a disgusted face. Yeah buddy, don't worry, I don't like you either. When I got up his eyes widened in surprise and I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say.

"Well, well, if it isn't the son of Namikaze Minato. How are you doing? Enjoying the prison life?"

"Yeah, it's actually not that bad. And I'd appreciate it if you moved away. You're blocking the path dude. Maybe you should consider the gym life?" I said as I grinned at the red faced man. Serves him right, thinking he can trample all over me. Well, he thought wrong.

"Aren't you the cocky one? Don't think you're anything special scum. Your father was a successful businessman but then he lost everything because he was too soft-hearted. You're walking in the steps of a failure and you'll die like a failure." I started gritting my teeth when he and my jailors began to laugh.

"Oh? What's wrong, did I strike a nerve? You get riled up so easily, just like your mother. Ah, sorry, sorry, she died along with your father, didn't she? Everybody saw when she jumped off of that building. I guess she wasn't strong enough to handle the death of your useless father. She probably went insane and decided to kill herself. What a pathetic wo-" He couldn't finish his sentence after I slammed my foot into his stomach. He gasped and fell on the floor holding his stomach in pain. The jailors were backing off when they felt the killing intent rolling in waves off of me. I sat on the man's stomach and started slamming my shackled hands on his face. There were screams all around me and I realized I was the one screaming with angry tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You think you know everything don't you?! My parents weren't weak or useless and they sure as hell were not twisted like you! All of you, the press, the police, the businessmen, you spit on their image as if they are a disgrace but you know what?! You're far away from reaching even the dirt below their feet, asshole!" I shouted as I repeatedly slammed my handcuffed hands on his face. More guards had arrived and had managed to pull me off of the man before I had turned his face into a bloodier mess.

After that I remember being in the chief's office, told I was being moved into another facility and thrown into the prison vehicle. I was currently trying to get the cigarette but the thing kept rolling away. The space was really small with two bench-like things build opposite each other. I didn't smoke but I could use the cigarette to bribe some of the smokers in the new place to give me some instant ramen. I don't know how but they always manage to sneak in what you want if you give them something good in return. It was only one cigarette but it was better than nothing, I guess. Just before I managed to get it the vehicle suddenly stopped and I kissed the floor. The door opened and a man with a black headband was standing there. His face was scarred and he looked like he would kill me if I pissed him off.

"I'm Morino Ibiki and I'm the one in charge of you. I'll be bringing you in for interrogation and then you will see your new home." The man said as he grabbed my shirt's collar, pulled me to my feet and out of the prison vehicle. I looked around the place and I had to admit it looked really dull. There was a big metal gate in front of us and a guard boot on its left side. It was cold outside and I could see a park on the other side of the road. The leaves were falling, signaling the beginning of autumn. I realized I hadn't known what date or season was with all of the moving. It was dull but the place was quiet and very different from the noisy city I had been in before. I was starting to tremble from the coldness because the orange jacket and pants that the prison gave me were really thin. Scarry went to the guard and he opened the gate.

The hard metal creaked as it slowly opened and Scarry started dragging me to the front door. There was a stone path from the metal gate to the door and everything else was covered in grass, except a small koi pond on the left side of the path. The building itself wasn't anything special. It was a boring grey color, just like any other prison, and it had metal bars on the windows. Ibiki opened the door and we entered the main hall. I was dragged to the elevator on the left side of the hall and when we entered Scarry pressed the button for the last floor. When we got out of the elevator I looked around, confused. I was expecting a hall full of cells and prisoners sneering at me but what I got was a long line of doors, all of them white, and a grey door at the end.

"Hey, Scarry, is this really a prison? It looks more like a hospital down here, and where are the cells?" I asked, and then yelped in pain as Ibiki hit the top of my head.

"Call me that again and you will get more than a bump, kid. And this floor is for interrogation only. The other two floors are the prison cells, then it's the main floor and a second floor for the people who work here." He answered and I noticed we were standing in front of the grey door. He opened it and there were two chairs and a table inside. He put me on one of the chairs and sat on the other one. The only light source was a flickering light bulb over the table.

'This whole room is so cliché.' I thought when the door opened again, and a white haired man entered. He looked at me and grinned, flashing a pair of sharp teeth.

"Yo, blondie. Is he the new one Ibiki?" He asked as he started circling around me, but stopped when Scarry looked sharply at him.

"Yes he is, now stop acting like an idiot Suigetsu and give me his file." Fishy grinned again, and placed a file on the table. After that, he saluted at us and exited the room.

"Let's start with the interrogation. We'll begin with easy things first. Also I have your file so don't even think about lying got it?"

"Why do we even do this when you have all of my information already?" I asked as I looked at him curiously.

"Because its protocol. I don't want to either but I don't have a say. Now let's start. Name?"

"Uzumaki Naruto."

"Age?"

"Twenty one and single."

"Hair and eye color?"

"Fabulous golden locks and awesome blue eyes." Ibiki's patience was running out, and I was planning to keep going with my awesome honest answers.

"Okay, now that this crap is done, let's start with the real questions. Your father was Namikaze Minato and your mother was Uzumaki Kushina. They are both deceased and you were adopted. Is this correct so far?"

"Yeah, it is." I said as I remembered the reason why I am in prison in the first place. As he continued to read the file, I started to zone him out. I started remembering the night everything crashed. I unconsciously placed my hand on the left side of my head. I still remember the sharp pain of the glass and the screams of my stepmother. I remember my stepfather standing before my fallen body, the bottle that was broken in half still in his hand, dripping its content on the floor. Then I saw the knife and-

"Hey, Uzumaki are you listening to me? I'm not talking to the walls." I blinked, and remembered where I was. The bulb was still flickering above us but for some reason the room looked darker to me. Ah, Scarry was talking again.

"Ugh, I guess I'll leave you to him, you are starting to grate on my nerves." I grinned as I heard that.

"Thanks for the compliment, Scarry. Don't forget to visit me again!" I said as he got up to exit the room. I blew him a kiss when he wasn't looking. If he saw that he'd probably rip me a new one. When he closed the door I noticed that it actually had a small window on it. I tried to see who he was talking to but after nearly falling off of the stool I gave up. Ibiki had literally chained me to the table. He had put a chain on my handcuffs and then he put the chain's other end around some kind of metal ring under the table.

I can't believe someone actually made a metal ring there. I mean, I didn't think someone could actually escape when the room was so tightly guarded. There were no windows and there were two cameras in the corners of the walls. And the room was soundproof, too. I shouted and Scarry didn't come back, and I couldn't hear them either. Or we both had hearing problems. I wonder if I could get my ramen posters and my pillow? I doubt it but I will ask anyways, they are important. As I continued to think about random things I heard the door open and another person sat on the chair. I looked up and noticed a black haired male sitting on it.

'Duck butted Ice Queen.' Was the first thing I thought when I looked at him. His face was even more emotionless than Scarry's, and Scarry was emotionless. It's probably an interrogator thing. So the only thing left was, if I should call him Duck butt or Ice Queen.

"Welcome to the Torture and Interrogation, prisoner number 6053, Uzumaki Naruto."

I'll go with Duck Queen.

A/N:I'm so sorry, I'm a terrible person for cliffhangering it at the same spot but I wanted to give something like a "background" for Naruto. I just wanted to have his POV before I continued. Anyways, I wanted to say that Naruto is 21 (as you already know) and Sasuke is 22. Welp, that's all, see ya in the next chapter and R&R~