Summary: this is our Prince's point of view. Almost same story. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still only own the story and OC's.

Words:

This had to be the worst day of his life. His parents were making him go to a foreign country called America. He had wanted to stay and go riding with his friends, but no, he has to go on this trip with his family. Just because he was the Crown Prince of Norway, didn't mean he wanted to go on this stupid trip, man, he hated his lot in life!

His butler was holding 'worst day of my life' thoughts as well. "Master Nathaniel, Master Nathaniel, where the blazes are you?!"

"Go away, Harold!" Nathaniel shouted at his butler, Harold Pettersen.

"Nathaniel Schlesvig-Sonderborg-Glucksburg, get out from under your bed." Harold said sternly.

Nathaniel came out and looked up at Harold with the saddest look the butler had ever seen on a five-year-old. "B-but Harold, I-I d-d-don't want to go." Nathaniel sobbed.

"Come here." Harold said, kneeling and holding his arms open. Nathaniel instantly ran to him, sobbing. "There, there little one." Harold whispered. "It's alright, look you'll be back soon, but only if you're a very good boy. Okay, can you be a good boy for me while you're away?"

"I-I think I can." Nathaniel said, his back straightening. "Yes I can Harold, I'll be the best prince ever!"

"Atta boy! Now, shall we get ready? The sooner you go, the sooner you get back."

"Yah, what should I ware?"

"How about something nice and comfy." Nathaniel's father, Haakon said with a smile. He loved his little boy more than his father his own father had loved him.

"Okay! Well what about this…" they then got to go through helping a five-year-old pick out clothes and dress.

~July 2nd, 1996~

He hadn't seen the car a moment ago, and now it was right in front of them. The last thing he remembered was it crashing into the front of the car and something hitting him in the head…

When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was the pain in the back of his head. The next thing he noticed was the smoke, it was chocking and blinding him. He needed to get up, so he started moving, but as he wriggled out of his seat, he sees his parents. They aren't moving, so he tries to wake them. They don't respond, but when he looks up front, he sees why: they each have shards of medal and glass sticking out of their bodies, they're dead.

He instantly reels back, and feels tears sting his eyes. He wipes them away, knowing that he needs to get out before he dies too. He climbs to the door and, with a bit if a struggle, gets out. He then runs, he doesn't care where, he just runs.

~August 15th, 2004~

Nathaniel didn't know what had prompted him to save the girl, but now he was glad he had. He was now part of a family again, albeit an odd family. He was now training day and night to become a full-fledged ninja. He also had received a new name, Snake-eyes. He just hoped he could continue to get along with his new family…

"Storm Shadow, what are you doing?" He asked.

"What? It's going to be mine someday, I'm just taking it for a test drive." Stomshadow replied with a smirk, whilst swinging the Blade of the Arashakage.

"Put it back, you dishonor your uncle." Snake-eyes stated matter-of-factly.

"Hurry, its father!" Kim exclaimed.

Snake-eyes then snatched the blade from Stormshadow, and went to put it back. He was caught though, and was whipped for disobeying the rules of the clan. Kim stepped between him and the Hard Master, Kim's father, after only about thirty seconds.

~1 Year later~

"Why have you summoned me here, Master?" Snake-eyes asked the Hard Master.

"I wished to speak to you about the direction of our clan, it must change." The Hard Master responded.

"It pleases me to hear this, but it is not my place."

"I would like you to lead the clan after I am gone."

"You honor me, Master. But I assumed your nephew-"

"No, his path is the old path and will keep this clan in shadow. My daughter Kim will become a target, I do not wish to worry for her safety."

"Do not worry, Sensei, I shall lead the Arashakage down an honorable path, and protect Kim to my final breath."

"Good, then it is done." As the Hard Master said this, he poured two cups of tea. He started to drink his, but before Snake-eyes could take a drink, the Hard Master smacked the cup out of Snake-eyes' hands. The Hard Master then fell down, clutching at his throat. When Snake-eyes came over, his master pointed toward the cup.

"Poison." Snake-eyes said, and pulled a tipped reed from inside his shirt. "Relax your throat, sensei. A simple incision in your windpipe will allow you to breath." And Snake-eyes then started to perform a tracheotomy on the Hard Master. Stormshadow then walked in.

"Assassin." He stated, but before Snake-eyes could explain, Stormshadow threw a shuriken that sliced through Snake-eyes' vocal cords muting him. Stormshadow then charged Snake-eyes, katana in hand, and Snake-eyes broke the tea pot over Storm's head and threw him out the window. Kim then walked in.

"Father!?" she cried, but she was quickly dragged away by Snake-eyes. He couldn't speak, so he couldn't tell her why he was taking her away. For the next five years he raised her without any inhabitations. Until…

"Snake-eyes, must you go?" Kim asked. She had started calling herself Jinx, because she allegedly brought bad luck with her everywhere she went.

He nodded.

She walked up to him, hesitated, and then hugged him. "Come back safe, okay?" She said.

He nodded once more, and then left. This mission would be for him to be the muscle for Patrick O'Hara. This mission would take his face, and leave him feeling guilty for Patrick's death. It would then evolve into Snake-eyes becoming the secret guardian to Shana O'Hara for a year, and then her guardian for the next four. He restrained from becoming romantically involved with Shana, but that didn't stop her from trying a few times.

~To be continued~

Hope you like it, more coming soon! Story gets going next chapter.