London, England.
Naruto looked around the corner carefully before turning around and swiftly taking a few more corners down the winding alleyways of London. Here in the back alleys the true cultural mish mash that was the great british empire could be seen. Immigrants and journeymen from all the world from the far eastern countries to the western immigrants could be seen in kind, along with all sorts from places just as distant and unique. Walking these back alleys gave a sense of being eaten alive by this great city. Some of these walkways were filled with countless people of all sorts living in a big mess, interacting in ways not really possible outside of these tall bleak alley walls. As a short thirteen year old he was easily lost within the people milling around. These little bazaars were in the bigger cross sections between buildings, a safer place at times than running around the darker alleys where the adult thieves, druggies and the despicable dealers like to dwell. He was one of thousands of street urchins wandering the city. Usually orphans, unwanted and unwatched children of the expansive city of London, even as kids these urchins had different social classes. Among them were the pickpockets, the rats or the children at every corner. They were tricky fellows who did their best to hear everything and know everything for a shiny coin or two. Not to mention the gangs that followed the orders of adults of all creeds for food. Lastly there were the cons: those who lived a little of both or kept themselves and those close to them alive the best they could or end up dead. Life as a street kid was never easy, other street kids, adults of all kinds kicking around each other finding safety was your own problem. Well this street urchin was unfortunately being followed. Well the whole thing started a week or two ago. He had left the orphanage after an unavoidable incident