This is my first ever Fanfic. Pls don't flame. Constructive criticism is always welcome. This is only the prologue. Future chapters will be much longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Sigh... T_T

Prologue

A young blonde boy, around the age of six was sneaking around in the dark. The boy's name was Uzumaki Naruto, and he was currently sprouting a massive and mischievous grin on his face. Why was he prowling around the Uchiha Clan's compound at 3 am in the morning? The empty pail of orange paint he was carrying and the suspiciously bright walls of the Uchiha complex may have answered that question.

'Ha! That will teach those dumb policemen for accusing me of stealing again!' thought Naruto. He was thrilled from the success of perhaps the greatest prank he had ever pulled. He was also satisfied that the policemen who always accused him of stealing things he didn't steal would be taught a lesson.

The young and naive six year blond was so caught up in his own self glorification that he didn't notice the soft sounds of footsteps until it was almost too late. He quickly ducked behind a great oak tree and knelt down onto the soft damp grass, hoping that he wasn't spotted or heard. All was black and silent except for the quiet pitter-patter of the light drizzle. Then, the two men that Naruto had heard began talking.

"Can you believe that the Nine-Tailed Fox has been allowed to wonder around the village for so long?"

"No! You would have thought that Fugaku sama would have done something about that damn demon fox by now!"

Naruto pricked his ears up. The Nine-Tailed Fox? Were they talking about the Kyuubi no Youko? Was it wondering around the village? No! It was impossible! His hero, the Yondaime had killed the Kyuubi already.

"My son goes to the academy with the damn demon! If only the stupid Hokage didn't impose that damn rule! I could warn my son to stay away from the demon!"

"In my opinion, the old man has gone senile with old age! He should be replaced soon with someone younger. Fugaku sama should lead!"

Naruto growled under his breath. No one insulted the old Jiji except him! The old man had been one of the only people to respect Naruto and treat him well. He felt like rushing out and beating the man up for insulting the old man. But Naruto didn't want to get caught. He could always prank the man later anyway.

"I don't care about what the Hokage thinks. I don't care about the incompetent ANBU. But if that demon, Uzumaki Naruto DARES to lay a single hand on my son, I will kill him!"

The two men continued to talk about other trivial and unimportant topics. But Naruto lay there behind the tree, feeling extremely confused. He was not the Kyuubi. He knew that. Uzumaki Naruto was Uzumaki Naruto! He refused o accept otherwise. However, for some reason the men he had overheard seemed to think otherwise. Oh! Naruto arrived to a conclusion. These men were crazy! Or just plain dumb.

Naruto smiled to himself and nodded. That HAD to be it. But… what if he was wrong? Naruto frowned. All those beatings and looks of hatred suddenly made sense. What if he really was the Kyuubi? Naruto's imagination went into overdrive. He could be the reincarnation of the Kyuubi, destined to be great and powerful. He could have lost his memories and transformed into a human. Either way, if he really was the Kyuubi, he would be super strong, and could easily be the Hokage! If only he knew how wrong he was.

'Yosh!' Naruto thought. He stood up from his hiding place. The men had long since walked away. The determined six year old shouted to the skies "I WILL REGAIN MY KYUUBI POWERS AND BECOME THE STRONGEST HOKAGE THERE EVER WAS DATTEBAYO!"

Dawn came, and golden beams of sunshine illuminated the fox-like grin on the excited boy's face. Then, a loud yawn came from within the compound. Naruto ran like the wind, striving to be as far away from the house as quickly as possible. A minute later the enraged cries of the Uchiha clan could be heard all over Konoha, and Uzumaki Naruto allowed himself to forget about the Kyuubi and basked himself in the glory of sweet, sweet victory.