Hello and Welcome to my very first story on this site. I have barely anything to say in this Author's Note, so expect the story to begin shortly.

This will be the shortest chapter of them all, simply because this will be the Prologue to a larger story. There will be a lot of swearing, and mature content, but it will all be in fun and barely anything too serious.

So let's begin, shall we?

Prologue:

How did it end up like this?

"No! That's my toy!"

Living in a broken down orphanage with a bunch of mentally handicapped children. They were all mostly ten years of age, and yet he was the only one who could comprehend that Superman wasn't a real person.

"Jimmy, I'm not even touching the toy." Naruto stated, continuing to read the Pokemon Myths book laid in front of him.

"Yes you are!" He insisted, crying over the toy broken below himself. The stupid boy literally thought that the toy superman was actually dead or something. That's to say it was even alive in the first place...

The toy was broken. Its foot was up its ass at this point, but Naruto had zero influence in the thing's destruction. Jimmy stupidly stepped on it while it was positioned weird and there it went. Naruto hated the kid with a passion, because that's exactly what he was – a kid.

He wished his mother could get him out of this place. She always told him he was more than a kid, and didn't deserve to be treated as such. She was the reason he was like he was, so intelligent when compared to the rest. But nope, she died in her sleep. No explanation, no investigation.

"Fix it!" The boy screamed, throwing the broken toy on his hefty sized book. Naruto sighed in frustration and simply brushed it off. "I didn't make it, I can't fix it." The blond simply stated, baiting the anger of the boy as he rushed to Naruto in rage.

He didn't see the caretaker however, as she quickly interfered and lifted Jimmy by the back of his shirt. With narrowed eyes and a scrunched up face she easily shouted the boy into further tears and told him to go into the corner, wearing a dunce cap.

She turned to him with worried eyes. She was his favorite, her name was Rosalina, a teenager who got paid to watch over them. But even then he couldn't help but adore her, some may say he even had a sort of crush on the older girl. "Are you alright, Whiskers?" He even forgave her for the nickname she gave him.

He nodded and put his head down as he fiddled with his book. She gave a smile and walked off, most likely to tend to the other children. He gave her back a last glance before returning to his book with almost undamaged vigor. His eye on the title of the chapter conversing over the myth of the Absol and the trail of destruction engraved in its path.

The Disaster Pokemon always fascinated him. Something about how it looked made him shiver, and the constant myths and legends of it made his dreams only showcasing it and it alone. He aspired to become a Pokemon Collector and one day stumble across this Pokemon. Rosalina had always promised him that since she was already a trainer, she would help him in his dream. He always waited for that day, and in his mind he said to himself he'd continue waiting.

It only took a few days before a man came knocking to the door. A blond man, like himself, with the same hairstyle and blue eyes. He said his name was Minato and he was looking to adopt a certain boy, and that boy was Naruto.

When the man approached Naruto for the first time, Naruto was almost hateful of the man. He wasn't looking forward to being adopted in any sense. He always imagined growing up with Rosalina and the other children, blissfully ignorant of the outside world until he was of age.

But he didn't say anything in fear of causing a situation. He never mustered up the strength and he had only a quarter of a minute with the woman who looked after him for so long. She was tearful, and that gave him some sick sort of happiness.

"Goodbye, Whiskers." She said, wiping away at her eyes with a handkerchief with force equal to if she was trying to cut herself. She quickly stood back up and only parted with a single sentence.

"Take care of him, Minato."

"I don't like it, Minato. Why did you have to adopt him? All he is a reminder of your failures to be a husband..." That was Kushina, his new step-mother. Arguing with his new father only seconds after they made it into the large house. She was tearful, a trend showing throughout the day it seemed.

She obviously didn't like Naruto. If the lack of eye contact wasn't proof enough, she seemed to be trying to rid of him.

"Send him back, back to the orphanage, please..." On second thought he already agreed with the woman. She was obviously on his side here and he couldn't love her any more. He remained silent on the matter though, his lack of social aptitude shining through.

"I owe to the kid, Kushina. I failed him and his mother is dead. I can't do this anymore without feeling like I'm some sort of asshole." You are Naruto felt like whispering. Turned out the man was his biological father, deadbeat father might as well add to the list. Knocked up his mother when he was bored of Kushina and left.

There were a few things he learned throughout the conversation. First off: Kushina had a child before Minato married her and her name was Heiwa – peace or something. Second off: Minato felt jealous because Kushina chose him like some sort of second choice. And third: He felt like his mother was some form of payback.

So overall, Naruto didn't like being in this situation. At all, it was all too awkward and he rather spend his days with Humell the Homeless guy down the street. It was then when he noticed the little girl glaring at him as she held tightly on Kushina's gown.

Naruto couldn't help but raise his brow in confusion. "Oh look, now you've got Heiwa copying you!"

That's Heiwa?

She was actually kinda cute. Red hair and violet eyes like her mother, but she held it up in a ponytail as headphones blared on her ears. How she was even listening to the conversation with that on, he didn't know. But she was obviously taking after her mother in terms of looks, attitude, and animosity.

Naruto simply tugged at Minato's pants, getting his attention quickly. "Where's my room?" Naruto asked. Minato sighed and pointed to the wooden stairs. "Last door on the right. You'll be sharing a room with Heiwa, bunk beds." Heiwa pouted at Minato but he paid no attention.

Naruto opted out of listening to this conversation any further and decided to make his way up the stairs and into the room. The first thing he noticed was the aqua colored walls. He shrugged and walked up to the bunk bed.

"The top one is mine." The female voice of Heiwa came from behind. He glanced at her and slipped into his bed without as much as a word.

She scoffed and sat on a beanie chair by the overly large television. Instead of falling asleep as he wanted, the obnoxious sounds of an announcer kept him awake.

"And Gengar missed by a hair!"

Naruto's eyes opened to the sight of a bright sun glaring light down. With a groan of pure hatred, he raised his body and stumbled around the room, looking for any sign of similarity to his usual mornings.

Where is the bathroom? He asked himself, as he stumbled out of the room and into the sunlight filled hallway. Three windows alone were on the side of the wall, all open, the sound of Fletchlings ringing the ear.

There were two doors other than his own on the side and at the end were the wooden stairs. Naruto closely examined the doors for a second.

Who the fuck makes all the doors the same? They could have at least made the bathroom door white, not just pure brown wood like everything else in the God damned house.

Now what was he supposed to do, stumble into the room where his biological father fucks his step mother every night? Not likely something he was going to risk.

It was then when the odd sound of someone spitting came from the door at the end. Quickly an explanation made way into his mind and he put it together that it must have been the bathroom. Obviously someone brushing their teeth.

And when he opened the door he was right. There was Heiwa without her headphones, brushing her teeth furiously in Vulpix pajamas. Naruto only stared for but a second before she turned to him with twitching eyes.

"What?" Naruto shrugged, getting closer to get the toothbrush he remembered from the Orphanage. Minato thankfully took his belongings and placed them properly.

With her mouth still full with toothpaste and the toothbrush, Heiwa said, "You're supposed to wait your turn." Naruto chuckled and picked up his toothbrush and laid a thick layer of toothpaste on it.

"Why? It's not like I'm seeing you naked right now. What's the deal with seeing your teeth?" Naruto asked, beginning to brush his teeth in a much more restrained manner.

Heiwa simply shook her head and continued brushing her teeth. It was a minute before she suddenly came out and said, "I don't like you." Naruto stopped for a moment but quickly continued brushing his teeth.

"Why do I warrant such hate?" Heiwa glared at him for a second. "You made mom cry, she doesn't like you and that means neither do I. Plus your 'smarter-than-thou' stance and words piss me off." She said plainly before spitting into the quite large sink.

Before he could respond she began anew. "But that doesn't mean I will resent you constantly and go after you like a demented child. Dad wants you here, he owns the house and such means I will obey." She said before washing her toothbrush and putting it into the holder. She didn't say another word as she walked out the door.

Naruto hummed as he brushed his teeth. She was nothing like the other kids at the orphanage, she was intelligent – like himself. Maybe a 'sibling' rivalry was in order to insure his continued growth. Maybe this would come to be a good thing rather than a downfall.

"Is this burnt?" Naruto couldn't help but ponder out loud. Eggs, bacon and toast. Usual family breakfast, however his bacon smelt and appeared burnt along with his toast. Unlike Heiwa's or Minato's, and Kushina's looked even better than the others.

Kushina chuckled in an oddly eerie way. "Sorry, it seems like I'm not on my game today." Kushina falsely apologized. Naruto narrowed his eyes but shoved the bacon down his throat either way. Next time, this harlot isn't cooking my food.

Minato's face carried a guilty undertone. Naruto met his gaze for a second and shrugged, elevating the worry. He seemed like the only ally he had in this household, losing that means game over. Either way it tasted alright, nothing could be worse than what the old lady at the orphanage cooked. But he couldn't diss the old woman, she could barely move and yet she was too kind. Even to the more rude children she had unlimited patience.

"Ready for school?" Naruto for a moment thought Minato was speaking to Heiwa alone. But when his father's eyes met his own, Naruto twitched. "School?" He drawled out.

Minato chuckled and handed over a satchel decently heavy. "Yeah, Poke-school. I always wanted someone to accompany Heiwa when she leaves, and you two are the same age." Kushina looked outraged, but calmed down unnaturally quickly. Almost to the point of it being suspicious.

"It's the first day of school today. So you're luckier than you'd imagine." Minato laughed. "Poke-School only lasts until they deem you ready anyhow. If you show enough skill, you could leave on the first month, but those are almost unreachable standards."

Minato pulled a Pokeball from his belt and showed it to Naruto, who stared at it with a gaze looking to the future. "I only had enough skill to leave on the third month. So I'll be expected both of you to impress me, alright?" He said while messing with Heiwa's red hair, almost knocking off her headphones. She grumbled and continued to eat her bacon.

Minato laughed and said one more thing before continuing breakfast. "Both of these women ain't morning people, try not to piss them off until afternoon."

Naruto couldn't help but sigh.