I would like to dedicate this new story to the beginning of chapter 11 of the manga series of Naruto. The picture of Naruto with the bird and the whole lotta weapons is the main description of Naruto in this fic. Oh, and one last thing. I base all my stories off the first chapter of the series. But, in the end, they all make a different turn. Especially this one, which I just thought up. Hope you like it!

Orochimaru: And if you don't, I'll eat your children!

Kyuubi: I second the motion!

Naru:I third!

-Others stare-

Naru:What? I'm just trying to fit in!

O...K...ON WITH THE FIC!

He stood on a ridge overlooking a village in the Stone Country, gazing down on the first sight of civilization he had seen in a month. It was difficult to navigate in the mountainous terrain of this country, it wasn't named for rocks without reason. Which brought us to the observer, who was for at least this short moment, staring down with obvious glee, rubbing his growling tummy with his one free hand, while the other held onto the steel string that had kunai and shuriken hanging on it, slung over his shoulder.

He soon realized standing about 100 yards above a town wasn't as good as being in one, and being the hyperactive idiot that he is, he slid down the side of the ridge, and was met by boulders, shrubs, a cactus, and whatever else that got stuck to his already torn and marred jacket. Upon reaching the bottom, aside from the scratches he had received, he also was given some odd looks from the people here. It was obvious that not many kids in this area were prone to falling down cliffs and generally being disturbers of the peace. But, aside from the stares of meandering pedestrians, he was a ghost on the edge of the world. Nobody from his hometown could ever track him here, and who would think that he would go to the desolate northwest of the continent? Especially in that tacky orange sweater of his? Back to the mission at hand.

A quick inspection of the place told the wayward ninja that this place was well fortified, had general food stores, and lodging for weary wandering souls. This was all that the blonde needed. Within just a few hours, Naruto Uzumaki had bought 10 cups of instant ramen, a room in a seedy hotel, and a sense of peace. Which is to say, he met up with some guys he heard about and bought a small brick of opium.(1) The dealers gave him a glance and laughed, until he flashed a wad of cash he had stolen a while back. Anything to take his mind off what had happened to him before and during his long travel. He had once actually read an interesting book!

Let's take this time to reflect on what exactly made him leave his hometown in the snug and idealic setting of the village hidden in the leaves.

Flashback, now in high-o vision!

He ran away from the scalding words that Mizuki had said, away from his bleeding and teary eyed sensei, confused, heartbroken, and finally understanding all the hatred that was directed toward him. He knew not where he ran, at first he thought he could fight and shout at the village that had cursed his very name. Then he decided on a better plan, after he had defeated that evil snake. He, the Kage of all pranksters, would disappear, never to be seen again. Though, a small peace of his heart would remain with Iruka, the one person who saw him as him, and not a demon. To progress with his travels, he went to the weapon master's house, AKA Tenten. He stole a weapon scroll, took whatever weapons he had already, a backpack of food, some steel wire, a map, and some basic training scrolls. Only one other pair of clothes did he take, and that was soon lost to wear and tear from endless traveling. He became, among other things, a theif, a murderer, a slight druggie, and, when Kami decides to show his shining face, a bodyguard and guide for travellers. Like a ninja, he melted into shadows, left as little trace as a half-assedly trained ninja could, and ended up here, in a mountainous region in the southern area of Stone country.

End flashback.

Naruto sighed and leaned back in a decrepit chair, letting his hair flow down the back of the headrest, inhaling fumes of his drug into his body, and set up a pot of ramen. Looking out the single dirty window, he wondered if, maybe, just for once in his life, his luck would turn in his favor. The stars captivated him, even during his feast of ramen, and they lulled him into a sweet, dreamless sleep.

1.Seeing how drugs are in every culture, I figured that the Countries of the mist and cloud have the greatest access to the makings of drugs, and therefore export them into the underground caves of the stone country, and into some certain parts of the hidden leaf. The rarest place for any plant at all is the sand country.

Whoa. This is turning out to be insane. I think this might be the greatest inspiration I've had in months. All from a crazy picture of Naruto covered with weapons of warfare. Yep. Life is good.