Yeah, I know I shouldn't be writing another story, but I just had to get this out of my head. This will be a one or two shot or maybe a little bit more, so that way I won't be distracted by updating a lot of stories.

Well here's just some info on the story, I'm not giving too much away. Just the things I think everyone should know.

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL BE TABOO TO SOME PEOPLE...sex with a slightly disabled NOT FULLY person, some harsh words and what not. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! This is not meant to be offensive to any disabled people. This is just a fanfiction story nothing more... FLAMERS ARE NOT WELCOMED ...That is all.

Now beta'ed by First Scion. (Thanks so much for the help =]).

Minato=40

Kushina=38

Itachi=23

Kyuubi=22

Naruto=18

Sasuke=14

Pairings= NaruSasu, maybe more if I'm not too lazy (which I think I'm always too lazy).

1+1=Truly

They said he went without oxygen for almost six minutes before they were able to get him breathing again. Not that he would know that—all the words were too big for him to understand at the time. But despite his ignorance, he knew he was different, and it was hard for him to formulate words on his own without people correcting him for a long time.

Kushina was the most heartbroken, seeing her son struggle so much. She often blamed herself for what happened, even when she knew there was nothing she could have done about it. Naruto was mentally handicapped; he had the mental ability of a six- or sometimes eight-year-old. Naruto wasn't able to do things like the other kids and was often teased because of it.

They only noticed Naruto's lack of mental development when he started the first grade. As all the other kids were learning to read, Naruto was still stuck on learning his ABC's. Wanting answers, they took him to a specialist; they had to wait almost three months before they got one. The specialist said the six minutes without oxygen had affected parts of Naruto's brain. Then everyone understood. Naruto was never going to be like the other kids, but that didn't mean his mother wouldn't let him try.

Naruto began homeschooling at the age of six. He was still slow on the intake of knowledge but he was getting there. Naruto himself was trying his hardest to learn everything. Years went by with the home learning, and he was finally making some good progress.

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"I-i-is it-it thi-s one?" Naruto stammered out. His hand shook as he tried to finish writing the words on the thin piece of paper. His mother watched, smiling softly at her bright-eyed son. Naruto was now eighteen, and he was doing a lot better. Her only worry was that Naruto wanted to go to school. She had been thinking it over but still couldn't bring herself to let him go. Naruto had been trying to prove himself by showing her how smart he was with his drawing and writing.

Kushina didn't want to deprive her son; she wanted him to have a nice normal life. And she knew sheltering him wasn't helping him. She had talked it over with her husband Minato and older son Kyuubi. They were also reluctant, but like her they wanted Naruto to experience life.

They sat around the table watching Naruto continue to write. They needed to really talk about it to fully decide. Kyuubi was visiting from college break so everyone got to be there, and even if he wasn't on a break Kyuubi would have come anyway.

"What about a private school?" Kyuubi pitched in. He was sitting next to Naruto, looking over at him. Kyuubi was very protective of his brother from the day he was brought home for the first time. Naruto was a trusting person who wanted to make everyone happy even when he himself wasn't. Naruto put others before himself, and that sometimes worried Kyuubi. What would happen when Naruto went to school? Kyuubi didn't want the other kids taking advantage of his little brother.

Outwardly Naruto looked no different than anyone else—only his eyes drooped a little downwards making him look like he has two lazy eyes. It was only when Naruto opened his mouth or when he fidgeted that people noticed. Naruto also noticed people treated him differently when he spoke, so after a while he started to try his best not to speak, unless he was around his family.

"I was thinking about that also." Minato was a politician that worked closely with the mayor. Sometimes, Kyuubi thought, too closely. But Minato was a good father. He was always there for Naruto, so Kyuubi couldn't complain that Minato was hardly ever home.

"I already looked into it. There is one only thirty minutes away." Kushina was still very much against it, but for Naruto she was trying to give in. The school was one of the best in the country; their education system had the highest marks. But they wanted to hold Naruto back a few grades to match his reading level, saying he wasn't ready for college yet. Kushina was torn. She knew they were right, but she didn't like the idea of Naruto being held back and not having anyone in the class his own age. But the school talked her into it. They had a perfect teacher that was passionate and would be more than able to teach Naruto.

Naruto watched on, finally finished with what he was writing. He fidgeted, his eyes drooping as he watched.

"I-i ge-e-t to g...o to sh-ool?" Naruto asked hopefully, looking toward his mother. Kushina couldn't dare break her son's heart by saying no to her son going to school again.

"Yes sweety." Kushina rubbed Naruto hands gingerly. The look of pure excitement on his face was all she would ever need. Naruto looked at his father, who nodded in confirmation.

"W-w-whh-en?" Naruto asked looking around the table at each of his family members' faces.

"They said they will be ready for you tomorrow." Minato waited for it, and he wasn't disappointed. Naruto whooped into the air, hugging everyone at the table. It broke Kushina's heart that all Naruto wanted was to be like everyone else. He wanted to go to school, make friends, and maybe someday find his special someone. The last one Kushina wasn't sure about. By all means Naruto was a very good-looking child, with his tan skin, beautiful blond hair like his father and his ocean-blue eyes. But she wasn't sure if he could find someone who would accept his disability.

Kyuubi on the other hand got his looks from her, from his cherry-red hair, his bright green eyes and pale skin. Naruto was his father's child and Kyuubi was his mother's.

"I'm-m g-g-goin-g to go g-get rea-d-dy." Naruto rushed away to his room. He was more than excited. For the first time in his life he was going to do something normal.

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When morning came Naruto was the first to awaken, but that wasn't unusual. Naruto was an early bird; he could never bring himself to oversleep. That was just the way he was, plus today was his big day and boy-oh-boy was he happy.

He could finally be like the other kids that he sometimes watched. He was used to being by himself or with Kyuubi. Kyuubi was his only friend, which didn't bother Naruto. But once Kyuubi went off to college Naruto became lonely, only having his mother to keep him company.

Naruto didn't leave the house too often. His mom worried he would have a repeat of what happened last time. His mom had taken him to the mall with her, and he had been so happy to be going out.

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Naruto had opted to wait outside for his mother as she went into one of the women's stores. She promised she wouldn't take long as she rushed in. Naruto may not have understood many things, but he did understand he hated shopping. He just loved being able to leave the house once in a while.

He looked around as people passed by; some even took a second to look at him. Naruto never understood what people saw when they looked at him. He wondered what they were thinking about when they saw him. He knew he was slower than most, but as time went on he did understand some things.

Naruto was looking around when a group of friends caught his eye. They were sitting by a cluster of trees and talking—even laughing at some points. Naruto envied them; they had people to talk and laugh with while he only had his mother.

Naruto was a little startled when someone sat next to him. Looking up slowly Naruto came face to face with bright brown eyes. It was a girl that was sitting next to him, and she was looking right back at him. He tried not to fidget—he honestly did. She was still looking; Naruto could feel it.

"Hi," the girl chirped. She was waiting on Naruto to make the first move. She saw the cute blond while walking with some of her friends who were now standing away watching. Naruto didn't respond; he couldn't because once he did she was going to know he was different.

The girl made a "tsk" noise; she didn't expect the cute blond to ignore her. She watched as he looked around as if he was looking for someone. He still didn't look at her again, and it started to piss her off. If he wasn't interested, he should just say so.

"If you don't like me, just say so, jerk." The girl stood in his face. Her friends, thinking something was wrong, made their way over to see what was going on.

"I-i-i-i di-dn't mean to." Naruto was trying to explain, but the words weren't coming out right. He felt his eyes droop as he started to fidget badly. The girl watched on, her face slowly twisting in disgust.

"Ah, oh I see, you're a retard." The girl laughed. Naruto didn't know what a retard was, but he had heard the word before. His eyes widened as her friends joined in. They were laughing as they agreed with her. Naruto's fidgeting became monstrous. He didn't understand—he didn't understand anything anymore. They were laughing, and he couldn't understand why.

It was just one touch that set him off. Naruto had been sorting the pebbles on the bench; they needed to be in a perfect order. Naruto wasn't sure who, but one of the friends had pushed the pebbles away. No one had ever touched something he was fixing before, and he didn't know how to respond.

Then one of the boys with the girl touched him. It was so sudden and Naruto was so scared that he grabbed the boy's arm. Naruto twisted it, bringing the arm to the boy's back and twisting the boy around. Naruto watched, horrified by his own actions, as he brought his other hand up to punch the boy over and over again.

Naruto had never hit anyone before. He never had been this confused and scared before either. Two grown men had to pull Naruto off the unresponsive boy. The other friends had backed up in fear. Anyone else in seeing distance had stopped and watched.

Naruto grabbed his head; he needed something. Suddenly he had his color board. On the board Naruto would arrange the colors from lightest to darkest. He didn't see who gave it to him, nor did he care—he needed this!

Kushina had stepped out the store to see two men holding her son. She rushed over pulling him from them. Naruto was clutching his head and she knew what that meant. Naruto was having an attack, specifically a panic attack. It didn't happen often.

She quickly reached into her bag, and pulled out a travel-sized color board. Kushina always brought it with her as a precaution. She never thought she would really need it. She handed it to Naruto, and Naruto pulled it to himself, already starting to fix it to the way he liked it.

"What the hell is the meaning of this!" Kushina yelled, looking around. One of the girl's friends stepped forward.

"It was that retard's fault; he just attacked him," one of the girls yelled back.

"My son doesn't just fucking attack people. One of you most have done something." Kushina was seeing red. She knew her son wasn't violent, so someone telling her that her son attacked someone without cause was bullshit.

"Say what you want lady—he attacked him, and we're damn sure pressing charges," the girl egged on.

"Oh fuck off!" Kushina grabbed her son's arm, slowly leading him away. She wasn't worried about someone pressing charges. Minato had a lot of friends in high places, even if Naruto did start it. Naruto could get away with murder with the snap of Minato's finger. She would hate having to tell Minato, or hell Kyuubi, though.

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Naruto still never understood what happened that day. But his mom did stop taking him to the mall with her. Naruto hated being home all the time. It was lonely; he was lonely. He wanted friends to be with—his own friends, not Kyuubi's friends that sometimes came over.

Naruto looked around his room to see if he forgot something. His room had to be spotless or he wouldn't be able to leave without thinking about it. His finger twitched as he stood there looking around. This was his first day of real school and Naruto couldn't have been happier. With that last look he made his way out of his room. He was going to wait in the kitchen for his dad to drive him. Naruto made his way down the hallway. The walls had arrows mounted on them starting from Naruto's room. He would get lost if the arrows weren't there to point him in the right direction. His mother would say they were special arrows that would change color throughout the day so Naruto would know where to go. Eventually, Naruto came to the opening that lead to the big open kitchen.

Minato was already sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his first cup of black coffee. Kushina was still cooking. Naruto loved when his mother cooked because she would always cook his favorites. Like today, she was cooking bacon. Naruto could smell it from his room.

"Good morning sweety." His mom was always the first one to wish him a good morning. They always did it in order because they knew Naruto needed them to say it in order.

"Morning Naruto." Minato was next. He always stayed a little later in the morning to be able to tell Naruto good morning.

"M-m-mornin-g-g Na-ru," Naruto whispered. Kyuubi had left last night to go back to college. Once Kyuubi had started going to college Naruto had to find a way for Kyuubi to say good morning to him. Naruto needed this routine; he craved it, so he would say good morning to himself the way Kyuubi would say it.

"M-m-mornin-g-g!" Naruto cheered happily. He took his seat at the table. Naruto always sat across from his mother's seat. Kyuubi would sit across from their father.

"Ready for your big day?" Minato asked, looking up.

"Y-y-y-es." Kushina placed a plate of food in front of her youngest. The bacon had to be at the right not touching the eggs to the left. The eggs were sized from biggest to smallest. Naruto ate them from right to left, biggest to smallest. It took time eating that way, but the family was now used to it.

"Well, we should be going." Minato placed his coffee mug down, standing from the table. He held his hand out for Naruto, who hurriedly took it. Naruto had to be holding someone's hand to leave the house. He developed that habit when he was much younger.

They walked out of the house. Minato helped Naruto into the SUV before getting in himself. Minato waited until Naruto clicked the seat belt five times before pulling out. That was another one of Naruto's habit, or what some would call an obsession.

Minato obeyed the speed limit for Naruto sake. Naruto needed order and the speed limit was one of those things he needed.

It didn't take long to reach the school. The school was big and Minato feared Naruto would get lost every day. He needed to talk to them about that. Some students were still making their way in when Minato pulled to a stop. Naruto clicked his seat belt five more times before stepping out of the car. He never saw so many students before—he was amazed!

Some were talking, and others were simply walking into the large building. Naruto wondered when he would have friends; he hoped it would be soon. His father took his shoulder, leading him into the building as some students looked on. It wasn't every day you saw two blond-looking twins walking into the school. The girls blushed as they walked by. That also worried Minato. If one of the girls tried to touch or talk to Naruto something might happen. He would have to warn the teacher about that too.

Minato reached out to one of the boys in front of them, asking him if he could point them to the main office. The boy turned, startled at the touch, and looked them over before pointing them in the right direction. The main office was at the end of the hall, not too far from where they were standing. As Minato pulled Naruto along, he avoided the crowd. He didn't want Naruto to bump into anyone.

Stepping into the large main office, Minato guided Naruto to sit down on one of the chairs at the side. Naruto looked around. All the excitement going on around him was making him fidget again. He was still happy to be there though.

Naruto watched his dad talk to the lady behind the desk. He wasn't really interested in what they were saying, he just wanted to meet people. Some kids walked in and out of the office, some going into the door that sat at the back.

He waited and watched as his dad continued to talk. Naruto set the bag his mother had given him down. Naruto opened it, pulling out his color puzzle. It always made him feel better when his fidgets started to get bad to the point where he would shake all over.

Naruto was so engrossed in his color puzzle that he didn't notice his dad had finished talking. He did notice when his dad started to pull the puzzle from his hands. Naruto started to protest; he wanted to finish.

"Naruto, it's time for me to leave," Minato said softly. He packed Naruto color puzzle, putting it back into Naruto's bag.

"O-o-kay." Naruto watched as his dad made his way out of the office. Naruto looked around nervously. He wasn't used to being without his parents or Kyuubi. The lady behind the desk stood and walked over. Naruto watched her wearily.

"Hi, Naruto. I'm Shizune." She smiled sweetly at him, and Naruto couldn't help but smile back.

"H-h-hi."

"Well, your dad told me all about you. We will have a student help you around while you're here. This student will help you to all your classes, alright?" Shizune watched as Naruto nodded. Despite what Naruto's father told her about Naruto being a little mentally slow, she didn't see it. Naruto did have a stutter but that was about it.

Shizune went back to her desk, sat down, and went back to writing. Naruto continued to look around as a shaggy boy with wild brown hair came in. The boy had sharp eyes as well as two red triangles under his eyes. The boy was wearing a simple uniform that consisted of a white button-up shirt, black pants, and a loosely-hanging lavender tie.

The boy lazily walked in, making his way to Shizune. They spoke for a second before Shizune pointed to Naruto who watched on. Shizune also gave the boy a paper before dismissing him. The boy made his way over, stopping in front of Naruto casually.

"Yo, you must be Naruto." Kiba watched the boy fidget a little with his mouth open. Naruto didn't want to speak because every time he did, something bad happened. But Naruto also wanted friends, and even he knew he would have to talk to get them.

"Y-e-es." The boy raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. It wasn't his concern if the boy had a stuttering problem; he was only here because he had to be.

"Okay, I'm Kiba. I'll being showing you to all your classes for the rest of the day." Kiba held up the piece of paper. He raised his eyebrows again.

"How old are you?" Kiba asked still eying the piece of paper.

"E-e-e-i-ght-t-e-e-en." Naruto stuttered out.

"Why are you in the eighth grade?" Kiba again looked at Naruto but this time took in the two lazy eyes, as well as the way Naruto curled his finger as his mouth hung open. Some spit had formed there ready to fall. It came to Kiba like a brick wall. Naruto was slow!

"I-I-I-I don't kn-kn-o-ow." Naruto didn't understand what Kiba meant, he didn't know what the eighth grade really meant. This was his first time in school.

"Ahh, it's no biggie. Come on, I'll show you around." Kiba laughed. He was embarrassed by what he had said. Naruto had seen friends laugh together before, and wanted to be Kiba's friend. So Naruto started to laugh too.

Kiba watched as Naruto stood, ready to follow. Kiba was never the type to judge. He hoped Naruto wasn't going to have problems; kids could be cruel in more than one way. Kiba glanced over to make sure Naruto was still following, and sure enough Naruto was.

Naruto watched on as they made their way through the empty hallways. He watched Kiba who was walking fast ahead. Naruto was having a hard time keeping up. They made their way up a flight of stairs, going up two floors until finally coming to a stop.

"Okay you got math right now with...umm—." Kiba pulled out the paper, looking over it dumbly. This showing new students around thing was a pain in the ass. The only thing good about it was the extra credit, but he would rather be in class talking with his friends.

"Math with Kakashi. You'll like him; he's never on time." Naruto tried to respond but he couldn't get the words out. Kiba gave Naruto one more look before pushing the door to the classroom open.

The class was already seated and quiet when Naruto walked in. Naruto tried not to fidget as they stopped and stared. Naruto always hated when people would stare at him; it made him feel like he did something wrong.

Naruto watched as Kiba made his way over to a silver-haired man that was sitting behind a desk at the front of the class. They spoke for a minute before the man stood. The sliver-haired man (who wore a mask over the lower part of his face) was only an inch taller than Naruto's six-foot-two stature.

"Okay class, it looks like we have a new student. Everyone treat him well." Kakashi waved Naruto over. He pointed Naruto to an empty seat at the back of the room. Naruto looked over to Kiba who was watching him.

"I'll pick you up after class, okay?" Kiba didn't wait for a reply as he walked out. Naruto nodded anyway.

Naruto slowly made his way to the seat. He could feel the eyes on him. Everyone seemed to be looking at him at this moment, and Naruto didn't like it. Reaching the seat, Naruto sat down taking in the people around him. He could only see the backs of their heads, but that was fine with Naruto. Naruto wanted to do what everyone else was doing. He opened his book bag pulling out one of the new books his mom had bought him.

Naruto tried to write but his hand shook. It was shaking more than when he was writing at home. He was so focused on writing that he didn't notice the boy next to him.

"What's wrong with you?" The voice was deep but it still had a high tone to it. Naruto was startled by the voice. He looked over. The boy next to him was pale; the boy's onyx eyes took Naruto's breath away. But Naruto was more amazed by the boy's hair; it had shades of blue in that seemed to wave through the pitch black strands as the boy's head moved.

"I-I-I- don't kn-kn-ow." The boy continued to stare before finally turning away. Naruto was a little put off but tried not to show it. He was a big boy now, and big boys didn't cry. Naruto couldn't understand what everyone found wrong with him. He desperately wanted to be normal.

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Sasuke, despite what anyone said, didn't like school. It wasn't that Sasuke thought it was pointless; no, it was very much important, just not to him. He was ahead in all his classes, almost never needing to study or even pay attention in class. So waking up at seven-thirty in the morning every day to go to a place that he really didn't need to go really pissed him off.

To make matters worse he was always stuck with Itachi to drive him. Itachi always found a way to make the drive to his school awkward, by constantly glancing at Sasuke or when he tried to make small talk. That within itself was scary to Sasuke: Uchiha Itachi trying to make small talk?

Sasuke was always more than happy to exit that car as soon as the school came into view. Sasuke counted down the years until he would be free from this unnecessary school prison. He didn't bother stopping at his locker to get his math textbook; He wasn't in the mood to even humor his teachers today. He just wanted to get it over with and have it done.

Making his way down the hall, Sasuke did his best to avoid his "fan" club. He couldn't fathom why they went out of their way to sexually harass him every day. Sasuke sometimes wondered if he should press charges—something about this had to be illegal.

He was the first one in class. He always was so he could get his seat. It was in the back propped next to the window. He didn't want to have to look at the teacher all day, and god forbid he catches one of his fans' eyes. Sasuke didn't want any misunderstandings happening with those obsessed rabid animals.

The other students started to make their way in. Some knew better than to sit next to him. While other less smart students, mainly the pink and blond hair weirdos, didn't seem to understand he couldn't stand them. They were a big headache, but at least they sat in the seats in front of him instead of next to him.

The class wouldn't be the class without the always late teacher, the pervert that was always reading porn. A lot of the students didn't know, but Sasuke did. He was no stranger to porn. After finding some in Itachi's room, Sasuke was hooked. It made him feel something he never felt before, looking at the graphic pictures. He wanted to feel what those pictures promised, the way the people's faces twisted in pleasure. Sasuke just didn't want to do it with the vultures: then they would never leave him alone.

Sasuke curiously looked over when the door was slammed open and in walked Inuzuka. The boy was a mutt and a troublemaker. He was a senior in the high school. Sasuke had to wonder what brought the mutt down to the middle school level.

Sasuke watched as a slim blond walked in behind Inuzuka. The boy was tall and lean. Sasuke could tell he was well built, but the most enchanting thing about the blond was his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful sea blue. But Sasuke had to cringe at the blond's outfit. It was an ugly shade of orange that Sasuke had never seen. The boy had on a black shirt under a bright orange vest with equally bright orange cargo pants. Sasuke just hated anything too bright, and that was definitely over his bright-toe-meter. (He had to make up a word for it.)

"Okay class, it looks like we have a new student. Everyone treat him well." Sasuke watched as Kakashi pointed to the empty seat next to him. Sasuke cursed his luck; he wanted to sit alone today.

The blond made his way over and quickly took his seat. Sasuke watched, not having anything better to do other than look out the window. The blond hand shook as he tried to write something that was on the board. Sasuke found it weird; the hand shook violently as the boy continued.

"What's wrong with you?" Sasuke found himself saying. He wasn't planning on saying anything at all.

"I-I-I- don't kn-kn-ow," the blond stuttered out. His eyes took a lazy stance. It made something in Sasuke's mind tick. The blond was slow. Sasuke almost couldn't believe it as he looked back out the window. Oh how he could use this in his favor. Sasuke couldn't help but smirk. Oh yes it was going to be easy.

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Naruto was still a little put off when Kiba came to get him for lunch. The boy next to him hadn't uttered another word to him, as they sat and watched the teacher. Naruto found himself a few times wanting to start a conversation, but he knew better. It wouldn't end well.

School wasn't what Naruto thought it would be, but that didn't mean he was going to give up. He just thought he would have a friend by now, and he knew Kiba didn't count.

Kiba promised to pick him up after lunch, as he made his way out of the lunchroom. Kiba had been nice enough to help Naruto get his lunch and a table before leaving.

Naruto was lonelier than ever, as he watched the other students hang out and talk together. He didn't have anyone, only himself and his color puzzle. He sat and ate quietly more than a little disappointed about the outcome of the day.

Naruto was startled with the unexpected sound of a tray hitting the table. He looked up, mouth hanging open. It was the boy from the class. Naruto felt his hopes going up, and he didn't care if it was for nothing.

"What's your name?" The boy took the seat across from Naruto, not bothering to ask if the seat was taken first. He already knew it wasn't.

"N-n-arut-o." The boy looked annoyed as Naruto stuttered his name out.

"Yeah, well I'm Sasuke; remember it." Sasuke had one thing in mind—feeling what those people in Itachi's secret magazines felt. And Naruto was the perfect person to try it with. He was slow which meant he was gullible. Even if Naruto wasn't, Sasuke would have still found a way to get him. Naruto being slow just helped things along.

"O-okay." Naruto's food was forgotten as he watched Sasuke. He was so hopeful this would be his first friend. He didn't care if he was wrong; Naruto just needed something to hope for.

"Look this is how it's going to work: you do what I say and we'll both get along." Naruto didn't care; he could jump off a building if it meant Sasuke would be his friend.

"Also, you will be coming over to my house." Naruto was confused but nodded anyway, before realizing his mom might not let him.

"I-I-I will h-have to ask m-m-y m-m-om." Naruto made a sound before calming down.

"Well you are just going to have to ask and make sure she says yes ,right?" Sasuke asked smirking. He already knew that answer.

"R-right-t."

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I really don't have personal experience with mentally handicapped people so sorry no offense if I get things wrong with Naruto's personality.