PROLOGUE

Naruto sits alone at his swing like usual. He's looking down at the ground as the people of Konoha talk shit about him. "Is that Naruto?" said one kid.

"Don't even mention him," said his mother.

"Why?" asked the kid.

"Just…because okay?"

"But why mommy! I wanna know why!" The mother slapped the kid.

"Look what you made me do Hizo!" The mother scoffed and then she looked at the judgemental crowd with a smile. "Sorry everyone, Hizo is a huge brat as you all know."

Naruto only glanced up every couple of seconds so he could barely tell what was going on. He had no reason to suspect anything was going to change from his usual routine. He just continued to sit at his swing until nightfall where he headed back home. When he got to his apartment he found the door unlocked. Oh, great. He opened it to find his apartment had been vandalized and a lot of his stuff broken. He simply sighed and went to his bed. That was the only thing they hadn't touched. He slept as water poured down onto his face from the ceiling.

The next morning he went to the ninja academy, he had skipped breakfast because his milk seemed expired. When he got there, the boy called Hizo and a couple of his friends stood at the entrance.

"You better watch yourself, Naruto," said Hizo.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He just shoved his way through and headed to class. Iruka-sensei was sitting at his desk reading a magazine.

"Hello Naruto."

"Hi Iruka-sensei." Naruto took a seat at his desk, right next to Sasuke. Sasuke was the only living relative after the Uchiha massacre that happened two days ago. Naruto was shocked he still came to school the day after it happened. His personality had changed a bit. He was more closed off and less chatty. Right now he was looking down at his pants and rubbing his legs together. He made little moaning sounds as he did.

"Whatcha doing?" asked Naruto. Sasuke snapped open his eyes as if broken out of trance.

"Nothing," he grumbled when he realized who had asked.

"It seems like you're doing something," said Naruto.

"None of your business, Uzamaki."

"If you're doing it in public and right next to me then it is my business Uchiha." I'm doing such a good job of mimicking that formal talk. Who even says father anymore? Just say dad you spoiled brat.

"Teacher, can I go to the bathroom?" asked Sasuke.

"Fine," Naruto grumbled. The class started and Naurto didn't really notice that Sasuke hadn't come back. At first he wasn't really concerned about him but when they let out for lunch he decided to check on him. He went inside the boys bathroom. He could hear someone crying in the stall. He knocked on the door.

"You okay man?"

"No, leave me alone," said Sasuke through sobs.

"Have you been crying all day?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"That's not good for your health. I hear you can become dehydrated and die."

"Oh shut up, this is your fault anyway."

"How is this my fault?"

"They only jumped up the stalls and looked at me because they thought I was you."

"Why did they think I was you?"

"I don't know! Ask them!"

"Was it Hizo and his friends?"

"Yeah."

"I'll deal with it. Come out to where the swing is if you want to see it in ten minutes."

By deal with it Naruto meant:

"Hey, Hizo!"

"Yeah?"

"Come here, I want to talk to ya."

"Sure." Hizo walked over and midway had fallen into a hole Naurto had hidden under the leaves.

"Let me out! Let me out right now! You'll be sorry for this Naruto!"

Naruto pulled down his pants and underwear. "What are you about to do?!"

"Giving you what you want. You like pee right?" Fears entered Hizo's eyes. "Naruto, please! I don't even know why you're doing this!"
"Because you hurt Sasuke, that's why!"

"What's it to you?! You barely talk to him!"

"I like him. I think he's interesting." He relieved himself. "No! No! No! I just wanted to get back at you for making my mom hit me!" Hizo cried, urine covered his face. When Naruto was done he looked over to whoever was watching him and found Sasuke.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" said Naruto. Sasuke blushed and walked over and Naruto pulled up his pants.

"Thanks," he said. "Want me to teach you how to do that thing I was doing earlier?"

"Totally, it looked fun." That was how the infamous friendship had begun.