A/N: Alright. This is my first new style fanfiction. Now I don't have a beta so it's up for grabs. I desperately need one because I have only Word pad to work with. No spell check, or grammar check. I'm not going to go on and on with my AN. So all I'm going to say please, no flames. Creative criticism is welcome, but I prefer amazing compliments to them.

Warnings: Most definitely Yaoi, that means BOYxBOY love. Probably violence. Also, it will most likely not follow the original plot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I am merely borrowing the characters and putting them on strings like puppets to do my dirty work.

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Chapter 1: Beginning Anew.

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A small boy, no older than 5 years of age, sat atop of one of the most famous mountains in all of Konoha, covered in a white tee-shirt and green shorts. His sky blue eyes searched over the village; searching for something, something that would tell him why he rose every morning, something that would give him reason to keep going, something that his heart yearned for, something that only he could see, hold and place in his heart. This child's name? Uzumaki, Naruto.

It was long after the sun had set. However, the boy still remained, a true smile on his face. He had found his something. The village of Konoha was his something. He could never frown when looking at the village. Children laughing and playing games of tag, running around the shops and villagers in delight. Even though Naruto knew he could never have the same experience as the other kids of the village, he didn't mind. Seeing others happy made him happy.

The wind stirred and swirled around a spot on a bare patch that was placed on Hokage Mountain. A figure stood there the next second, the third Hokage himself, Sarutobi, in his Hokage garb. His smoking pipe burned away, the tip in his mouth. He walked up next to the smiling child. He looked over the edge along side of the Uzumaki boy. There was a chill in the air as crickets chirped down below on the ground. The hokage glance to the younger male and opened his mouth to speak.

"Naruto, it's late. You'll catch cold if you stay out any longer." The wise man said, kindness clearly evident in his voice.

The little blonde looked up to him, eyes half lidded with sleep. "I know Oji-sama, it's just the village is so pretty, I wanna stay," he spoke turning back to the village. The Hokage laughed. He bent down to pick Naruto up. The smaller boy just wrapped his arms around the Hokage's neck with no protest. Sarutobi started walking towards Naruto small apartment to lay the boy to rest.

He opened the door, quite easily. He looked at the sleeping boy, and frowned that the door wasn't locked. Walking into the room, he passed the living room and then into the bedroom where a small bed was placed, just big enough for the smaller boy and a stuffed animal. Sarutobi wished he could give the boy more, but the council wouldn't have it. He attempted to put the boy on the bed, but small hands held tightly. The Hokage chuckled as he gently shook the boy loose. The child frowned at the loss of warmth, but Sarutobi just grabbed a teddy bear that was tossed on the ground and gave it to Naruto, who snuggled it instantly. Then he grabbed the sleeping cap that he himself gave to Naruto for his 2nd birthday, and placed it on his head.

Sarutobi smiled and turned. He too should be going. He took the pipe out of his mouth, and placed his other hand on Naruto's sleeping cap covered head. "Sleep well child," he said, walking out of the room. He walked into the kitchen to see how the boy was doing on supplies and frowned. He saw that there were only 2 instant ramen cups and an expired milk carton. He made a note to himself that he needed to remind Naruto's caretaker for this month to get him supplies.

He sighed and walked out off the room, locking the door as he left. He headed to Hokage Tower to sit and think about the many things that plagued his mind. Entering the room and sitting behind the desk, he blew smoke out of his mouth from his pipe. He leaned back slightly in the chair and was in shadowed in the moonlight. Turning so that he was looking at the moon he just closed his eyes.

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Daylight cast its rays on the sunshine blonde in bed. Turning over, Naruto grumbled, not quite wanting to get up yet. The sun gave no push room and shined, according to Naruto, brighter. The boy sighed, turning it into a yawn as he stretched and set his feet on the floor. "Oji-sama must have put me to bed again. Thank you." He said to the air in front of him, as if the Hokage himself could hear. He grabbed a different outfit that looked the same as the clothes he wore the other day. He headed to the bathroom and then turned on the shower.

Once done with his shower he then moved to the kitchen putting the kettle on to boil. He reached up to open the cupboard. "Ramen for breakfast again," he stated. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the tasty noodle dish, it was just that he knew it wasn't healthy to eat it more than normal, let alone for breakfast. He opened his fridge to see it almost bare aside from the expired milk. Grabbing the carton, he placed it into the trash. He searched high and low through the kitchen looking for something to drink. He smiled when he found a tea bag and sugar pack in the corner of a cabinet, which he had to stand on a chair to reach.

When the water was at a boil, he placed a cup and ramen container on the counter. Sticking his tongue out of his left side of his mouth, he carefully poured the hot liquid, not burning himself; after all, he would rather go without a burn if he could help it. He placed the kettle back down and then climbed off of the chair. He put the lid back down on his ramen and moved the teacup and ramen container towards his table. Moving the chair back he then sat down and ate.

After cleaning up he decided to train outside, his second favourite thing - his first being watching the village. He left his apartment and continued walking to a training ground that was rarely used. Of course he ignored the glares and insults as best he could but after all, he was only 4 years old. One of the children his age threw a stone at him then ran away, laughing with his friends. Naruto just sighed and wiped the newly formed blood away. Heading towards a tai-justu training ground he started the basic punches and kicks, in his own kata that his Oji-sama had made. Punch left, kick right, block, dodge, kick, twirl, low kick, etc. His Oji-sama had taught it to him one day and he was always practicing it, to try and show how much he improved after practicing.

Hours after repeating his kata and trying to improve it, he decided to go to a stream and get a drink. Using his sleeve he wiped the sweat from his brow. Looking into the water, he saw his reflection. The cut he had received earlier was gone, as if it was never there. He slashed at the water and then stood up again. It was around 10 am he decided that he should calm his body down like Oji-sama had shown him. He sat down on his knees and placed his hands in a concentration form.

"Oji-sama said that I should focus something to my hands. But he didn't tell me what... Ah, this is going to be hard," he thought out loud. He just closed his eyes and started to focus. He felt all warm and tingly inside. He just embraced the feeling. It was a nice lukewarm feeling like being underneath a bunch of blankets in a winter day. But after focusing a bit harder he felt like he was on fire. He quickly opened his eyes and almost jumped up.

"What was that?!" He gasped. It wasn't that he didn't like the feeling; it was just new to him. Naruto stood up. "Maybe I should talk to Oji-sama. I wonder: was I supposed to feel that?" He questioned. Seeing that the sun was past half mark, and noticing the growl in his stomach, he assumed it was past lunchtime.

"Time to go eat I guess," he supposed, leaving his training ground.

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Sitting in his chair, as if he had never moved in the night, the Hokage inhaled and looked out the window. "I should talk to Naruto's caretaker; I believe it is Kizu this month," he stated sending a note to the woman at the desk out front.

Moments later a chuunin entered the room. He was someone that if you saw once, you probably wouldn't remember him. He had short, brown hair, and wore his hai-ate as an upper arm guard. He wore the standard outfit as well. "You called me, Hokage-sama?" he questioned.

The third turned around. "Yes, I was at Naruto's last night. He is running low on food. Here is some money, just something to get him through the week." He spoke wisely to the young man. Kizu just gritted his teeth and nodded. Taking the envelope, he left to buy supplies.

The Hokage just lit up his pipe and put the tip in his mouth. He looked out of his window watching the people run about their business. He pulled out his Crystal Ball and set his eyes on Naruto, who was walking down a street, hateful glares following. "This may be hard, but you will grow up strong, my boy," he said, sadness evident in his voice as he was then called in for a meeting with the elders.

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Naruto finally reached his apartment and opened the door. He heard some rustling and entered cautiously. "Hello?" He called out. When he walked in he saw Kizu putting food in his cupboard. Excited he jumped up and went to hug the man. "Thank you so mu--" he said but was cut off by the back of a hand.

"How dare you try and touch me, filthy monster," Kizu said, venom dripping from his voice. Naruto just backed up. He looked at the ground and muttered an apology. Kizu was pissed but didn't let it affect him too much. He finished putting away the supplies. "Next time, shut your trap. You shouldn't bother the Hokage about trivial things such as your need to eat. There are far more important things then for the Hokage to do. Looking after a demon would be waste of his precious time. Understand?!" said the Chuunin.

Naruto looked up at Kizu. "I didn't tell Oji-sama!" Smack. Kizu had just given him another backhand. He shouted at Naruto for addressing the Hokage as such, and banned him to never do it again. Naruto naively just nodded, not wanting to upset the man anymore, feeling blood on the inside of his cheek already. "I didn't tell Hokage-sama," he said calmly. "Last night he placed me to sleep and he must have seen. I wouldn't have told him, I know he has better things to do." The last of the words came out bitterly, although he had tried not to make it sound like that. Kizu just glared.

"Don't let it happen again, or can a monster like you not follow simple instructions?" he mocked, leaving the apartment in a face of pure sickness. "And clean up, this place is disastrous. I thought demons cared about the place they lived in," were the last words the Chuunin said before leaving.

Naruto bit back tears and started to clean up. It's better to focus your energy into something productive, then stay mad and get into trouble. He started with his room, making a laundry pile and placing the sheets on his bed. While placing clothes in a pile, he found that there was a small door in the very back of his closet. Curiosity bested him and he went through the door, however in order to do that he had to crouch down.

After crawling for about a minute he came into a large door. After opening the large door, he was able to stand. He dusted himself off, coughing as the dust entered his lungs. Blinking a few times after the dust cleared, and after he flicked a light switch, he gasped. It was a small room, not very wide, just enough to fit four of him hip to hip, however it was very long. It was as long as the area from his front door to the back of his room. But that wasn't the reason he gasped; no, it was what was in the room.

It was a large walk in closet pretty much, however it was already filled up. Though it was dusty, he could tell that the clothes that hung on the racks were mostly blacks and navy, with a bit of forest greens. Over in one of the corners there was a desk that had a tilted top surface, like a painter's desk. On top of it was a scroll. Naruto, having an idea pop into his head, opened the rest of the drawers, which to his surprise and delight were filled with scrolls. Naruto pinched himself 5 times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Truthfully, he didn't really know what the scrolls were for. 'I'm not sure what these are, but Oji-sa--' Naruto paused mid-thought, remembering the slap that was received for saying that word. 'Hokage-sama has a lot in his room, maybe when I'm older I'll understand!' He thought optimistically. Running to the other end of the room he glanced at a table with small drawers, maybe 4 inches tall. He opened it up to find a bunch of Kunai, and Shuriken. He also saw what looked like large toothpicks. 'These are... Si... So...Senbon!' He thought carefully remembering a small tutoring lesson from the Hokage since he was to be enrolling in the academy in a month. In another drawer there were small ink container's filled with poisons. He gasped as he saw them, then saw on the back the antidote and where to find it, oddly enough, which was in the next drawer. The last drawer had twin Katana blades, which were too big for Naruto to use now, but once opening them one blade was pure silver with an engraving of the words, 'Your blade is only as sharp as your will to protect' and the other blade was a pure black metal. Naruto had no clue what it was, probably no metal found in Kohona. The engraving on this blade said, 'Your will to protect is only as strong as your heart.' Smiling at the phrases, he put them back, looking to the side. There were at least 10 different types of backpacks. He took one and placed it on his back and then strapped it up across his chest. He surveyed the large room.

He decided to now look at the clothes hanging. It was a rack that simply had one bar running through it at about the height of Naruto's neck, and another at about waist level. If he doubled himself, he would need a stool to get anything from the top level. He saw that most of the clothes would fit a teenager, and an adult, but at the back by the scroll stand, as Naruto had dubbed it, were clothes that would probably fit him. Looking on the other side, there were a few belts with pouches, and a few pouches that could be added by adjusting a strap. He also saw a small sewing area, 'Must be for mending cuts and scrapes,' thought the small child. Coming to the other side of the weaponry wear, he found a bunch of training weights. He smiled as he went to pick up the smallest one. He immediately fell forward, not expecting the weight to be that heavy. 'My goodness! This thing must weigh 100 pounds! Makes me wonder how much the others weigh...' He shivered at the thought of even trying to pick them up.

He put back the weight and went to take out a few clothes that should fit him. Just a plain black tee-shirt and black shorts that reached to the knee, pockets in the front and back like most normal pants, and then one on each side of the knee. He used a silver belt that was magnetic; there was one in every size. Placing them in his knapsack he went to leave. He placed the bag on his bed and then smiled and whistled as he resumed cleaning. He had been in the room for over an hour; however, he was happy about his findings.

Finishing up, he decided to start to fix up some pasta salad for lunch, seeing as he didn't eat earlier because he was upset. He went to go take a shower while the water for the pasta heated up.

After his shower was over and he had secured a towel around his waist he went to his room to change into his normal outfit when he saw his backpack. ' I should wear that to see how it looks... and maybe I can train again after lunch to see how well I can move in them!' he said to himself. Changing into the outfit he rushed into the bathroom where there was a full mirror on the back of the door. He looked in and smiled.

The darkness of the clothes brought more attention to his sun-kissed tan, sky blue eyes, and golden hair. He hair was still damp so he decided against putting gel in it; besides, it looked better down. It framed his face, his bangs covering his forehead and slightly past his eyebrows, and the other parts of his hair falling effortlessly beside his temples looking soft as silk spiking out to the sides, rather than in an uncontrolled mess. He left the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen. ' Now I don't want to become narcissistic.' A laugh went along with this thought.

He put on an apron, moved a chair next to the counter, and then placed the pasta in and started cutting up vegetables. Luckily they weren't rotten, like when he usually went to buy them. He smiled as he put the sauce in to mix together. The noodles finished cooking and he then went to put them into a strainer, careful not to burn himself. He let them sit to cool while he finished. He combined it all together, and set out a plate for himself while putting the leftovers, his dinner, into the fridge so it could keep. He poured himself a glass of fresh milk and happily munched on his lunch.

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Hours later, one could hear breathless panting out in a forest, an obvious result of training with cardio. If one were to look closer, one would see a petit blonde working on his form that his Hokage-sama had taught him. He has it almost perfected. He decided to cool down and have supper before the sunset. It was always better to watch the sunset from Hokage Mountain than anywhere else in the village. He sat down on his knees, breathing in and out. He placed his hands together, his thumb index finger and middle finger up with the other two fingers down. His left hand was under his right. He started to concentrate like he had done in the morning, trying to get that nice lukewarm feeling again. After a half hour's work of concentrating he felt the feeling creep up on him. A smile was placed on his face. He felt the warm feeling wrap around him in circles, around the legs then the thighs, the stomach, chest the neck and the head as if it were a piece of material. He kept concentrating on that feeling, but then it started to get really warm, almost burning. Hoping it would go away, he kept his focus, half curious as to what it was. After another minute of concentration he felt as his he was on fire and then heard a click, as if a lock had just been opened. He opened his eyes immediately and jumped up. The feeling vanished, but not all of it. In the back of his head he could hear dark laughter. Somewhat afraid, he searched around trying to locate the voice – no such luck. A frown marred his face, but then the voice spoke, scaring Naruto even more.

"Finally... Freedom."

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End of Chapter 1! Hope you enjoyed it, I had fun writing it; however, it was hard trying to restrain myself from plot jumping too much. Usually when I write I want to get to the good stuff right away, but I think I've got it controlled now...Oh and re-editing this myself I realise I put kohona instead of Konoha sorry, I'm going through them with a skimming preview, so if I miss any sorry! I think I'm either going to make one more chapter or two of Naruto being young, not too sure. I have plot for the story, just haven't worked out the tiny details. Ja ne for now though!

-Bows- Read and Review please!

Ja ne!

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