So this is the prologue! Naruto and Sasuke are barely in this for right now because I wanted to get out all the background information about why their lives are depressing and such. I guess what's supposed to be Naruto's background is more of Kyuubi's, but that's because I guess I wanted to better…. explain? what had happened I guess. And I love Itachi and wanted to include him at least somewhere and yeah….

WARNINGS: YAOI, BOYXBOY, don't like it than don't continue reading please! I might swear a lot… beware.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I wish he was all mine though….

Sasuke: Naruto will never be yours, he's mine.

Naruto: ...Oi, excuse me?

Sasuke: Mine.

Fourteen years ago there was a tragic night for a family that was only just beginning. That was only just beginning to blossom.

Uzumaki Kyuubi, brother of Uzumaki Kushina, had vibrant red-orange hair and light brown eyes that were so light, they almost looked kind of yellow. His face was thin and his body -oh lord- was well toned. Kyuubi would always wear a top made from spandex material, at which you could see his six pack right through it, along with a regular pair of jeans that would make his ass look pretty damn good.

Although Kyuubi was in his early 30s, he looked pretty damn fine. He was a ladies man who had never thought or wanted to settle down. Kyuubi was a real asshole most of the time, especially to his sister, Kushina.

Uzumaki Kushina was in her late 20s when she had been killed by the hands of her own brother, along with her fiancé, Namikaze Minato. Her hair, reaching to the middle of her back, was also vibrant like her brother Kyuubi's, but was way more red than his. As a kid she was always made fun of because of her circular, round head. As Kushina grew up though, her face wasn't as round and she turned out to be absolutely beautiful.

Kyuubi had started the name calling at their school, he would always call her 'tomato head' because of the shape of her head and color of her hair. Kyuubi was definitely the opposite of a good brother. He didn't like what he was doing to his sister though, nothing about making fun of her made him happy.

Siblings are supposed to hate on each other, right?

Kyuubi's hate for his sister was a lot stronger than the love for her, all because she was incredibly smart and talented. All because they loved her more. The 'they' being their parents. Okay, so maybe he didn't hate Kushina, he was just jealous of Kushina. Deep down, Kyuubi loved Kushina. Loved her so much that he almost didn't go through with killing her. Kyuubi hated their parents, not Kusina. Although he often took his anger out on her. Their parents pretty much forgot of Kyuubi's existence and focused only of their star child, Kushina.

Because of the lack of affection Kyuubi got, he turned to drugs and hung out with the wrong people who were involved in gangs. Maybe it was the lack of affection is what drove Kyuubi to kill his own parents. The way they always turned him down. Kushina tried to set him straight; she would yell, hit, slap, and any other sort of abuse you can think of. She wanted Kyuubi to be put on the right path.

Kyuubi in his later high schools years was always so angry and eventually dropped out of school and left the gang he was in at school for another, more hardcore, gang called Akatsuki.

If you were in Akatsuki, you were to wear a black cloak with red clouds on it. You had to be invited in and you were to have nothing holding you back. This gang is filled with murders who show no concern towards anyone, or at least not to anyone outside their gang.

"Even though… you killed Minato… hurt me…" cried Kushina, forming words was starting to become painful, "...I love you. You're my brother, and… no matter what… you've done… in the past, what you're… doing now... I still…" Kushina coughed up some blood, "...I still love you. I won't beg… for you to… save me, but… I will beg for you… for you… not to kill.. Naruto. Don't you dare… lay a finger… on him."

Those words…

Those words were the last words Kushina spoke to her brother before the stab wound through her stomach killed her. Kushina's gray eyes dulled and stared blankly into her fiancé's vacant, crystal blue eyes. His spiked up, blonde hair was plastered with splatters of red. The red being his own blood. Minato had died trying to protect Kushina, he had gotten his throat slit the moment he stood in front of his wife.

It wasn't that Kyuubi went on his own free will to go and kill his sister and her lover, but he was ordered to by Akatsuki. They wanted to make sure that he was devoted to their group and he defiantly cleared up any doubts they had in him.

Overpowered by drugs and too much anger that had been held in for a long time, Kyuubi lashed out when he arrived that night at his sisters. Kyuubi couldn't look his sister in the eyes when he plunged the knife deep in her stomach. Kyuubi knew that if he did look into Kushina's, he wouldn't have been able to go through with it and would have stopped just before the knife would have pierced through her delicate skin.

Drugs still overpowering his mind and adrenaline pumping through his body, Kyuubi slowly went upstairs to his nephew's nursery. A soft snore escaped from the little blond boys lips as Kyuubi towered over him.

The blond was born not even 3 hours ago.

It was the night of his birth that his parents were murdered.

It was that night that he got three scars that posed themselves as whisker marks on his plump cheeks.

October tenth.

Naruto was born at home, Kushina and Minato were staying in a safe house because of Kyuubi. They knew he was coming, just didn't know when. The Akatsuki is smart and powerful though and had eventually found where the safe house was located.

"How can you sleep," whispered Kyuubi, "when you're parents are dead. When I just killed them downstairs."

Baby Naruto lightly stirred in his sleep. If he had been awake, Naruto would have felt the salty, water droplet that dared to fall from Kyuubi's eye.

"I won't beg… for you to… save me, but… I will beg for you… for you… not to kill.. Naruto. Don't you dare… lay a finger… on him." replayed in Kyuubi's mind.

The high he was feeling from the drugs, along with the adrenaline, slowly began to fade and Kyuubi crumbled in front of his innocent, sleeping nephew. Kyuubi was now fully crying, sobs wracked throughout his body. Sudden realization hit him, he had just killed his sister. The only one who would ever really, truly, love him.

Kyuubi raised his knife towards the sleeping child.

"I'm sorry…" cried Kyuubi, "...I'm so sorry. I can't, won't, kill you. You can't get out of this without a scratch though, they won't accept that."

The same knife that killed both his parents, scarred Naruto's cheeks.

Tears poured out of Naruto's crystal blue eyes, mixing in with the the tears Kyuubi dropping onto Naruto and with the blood that was now running down his cheeks and neck. The pain the knife carried as it sliced through the skin of his cheeks abruptly woke him up.

Kyuubi tried to calm his pained nephew, but it wasn't working. The 'they' Kyuubi mentioned to the pained Naruto was the Akatsuki. Akatsuki ordered him to kill his remaining family members, but Kyuubi couldn't bring himself to kill Naruto. Not after what Kushina said with her last words. Kushina's pregnancy was a secret for long time time, only Minato and Kushina knew for the longest time, but eventually Kyuubi found out by being informed by Akatsuki.

Kyuubi couldn't go through with killing his last family member. The boy was just a child, a newborn.

Sirens wailed just outside the house, Kyuubi cursed and scurried out the back door as fast as he could. 'Why couldn't I have just listened to Kushina earlier! I never should have gotten involved with Akatsuki, I don't want this anymore.' was the thought racing through Kyuubi's mind as he ran for dare life, not wanting to get caught.

A few days later, Kyuubi sat on a motel bed and was watching the news. On the tv screen, he found a picture of himself staring back and under the picture it read, 'BREAKING NEWS: If you see this man DO NOT approach, call the police immediately! His name is Uzumaki Kyuubi and has killed his own sister, Uzumaki Kushina, and her fiancé, Namikaze Minato in their home Also left his newly born nephew alive, but with three scars on each cheek.'

Kyuubi threw the remote he was holding in his hand at the tv, cracking the screen. "I can't believe this." he growled.

Alcohol.

He need alcohol.

Drinking only made Kyuubi's anger worse. The redhead grabbed a 7.7x58mm Arisaka machine gun and walked out of his motel door.

"He's got a gun!" someone yelled as they spotted Kyuubi walking out of a room with a machine gun in his hands.

Screams echoed the death-ridden atmosphere along with the sound of a gun firing as it took the lives of 30 innocent people that were staying at that same motel.

Even though he was drunk, Kyuubi still managed to get away without getting caught and found his way towards the Akatsuki's hideout.

Fourteen years had passed since Naruto lost his parents.

Fourteen years since 30 innocent people had died at the motel.

"Freak."

"You'll turn out to be just like your Uncle, a murderer."

People had hated Naruto for being related to Kyuubi, they thought he'd follow in his Uncle's footsteps. Kyuubi was still never found, but the police had found evidence of him killing more people over the years. Not only that, but the whisker marks on his cheeks really stood out and kids made fun of him for it.

Naruto had been in an orphanage ever since he had gotten out of the hospital where the police brought after they found the blond crying in his crib, tears mixed with the blood on scarred face.

The 14-year-old blond had started to give up hope on being adopted, until Iruka came.

Umino Iruka has a scar on his face that runs from his upper left cheek, over his nose, and onto his right upper cheek. His hair, put in a ponytail, is a dark brown color just like his eyes. Iruka's parents had spent the night at the motel where 28 other people were also killed.

At first, Iruka had hated the nephew of Kyuubi just like everybody else. He thought that the small Uzumaki would become just like his Uncle, but Iruka realized Naruto was far from Kyuubi. Iruka watched as the small boy was sitting by himself on a swing set, silent tears trickled down the blonde's face as he listening in on a conversation that was happening just 30 feet away from him. Naruto just sat there and took all the harsh words. Even though he head them everyday, the words still cut into his heart. The blond just looked so… so… innocent. This boy couldn't possibly turn into his someone like his Uncle Kyuubi.

A group of about four people were bashing Naruto, right in front of him saying that he was scum and no one would ever want him. That he should have died that night when Kyuubi had killed his parents.

Iruka had walked over to the young Uzumaki and smiled at him, "I'm going to take you home with me and you'll be my musuko." Iruka had noticed Naruto was completely innocent from seeing him sitting all by himself on the swing, crying, as people hated on him.

Tear filled crystal blue eyes locked onto chocolate brown eyes, trying to find any hint of lying. After finding nothing but the truth, the blond smiled as big as he could, "Arigatō!"

Uchiha Itachi, a man in his early 20s with long raven hair he often put into a short ponytail and onyx eyes, sat on the edge of a dock, his feet dangling down almost touching the lake water below him. Five years ago, Akatsuki told him that he would have to kill all of his family -who he loved dearly- if he wanted his brother, Uchiha Sasuke, to keep breathing. Memories flooded into his head so fast it starting braking the dam that held his emotions together.

"Okaasan, Otousan!" chirped a 10-year-old boy with raven hair and onyx eyes, "I got a B+ on my-"

The little Uchiha's happiness faded away as soon as his father spoke, disappointment laced his voice, "You could do better. Itachi never got a B+, he always got A's." Fugaku was one of those parents that played favorites. It may not have seemed like it, but Fugaku did love Sasuke. He just thought his youngest son could do better.

Putting his head down in shame Sasuke weakly mumbled, "Sorry, otousan" Mikoto, his mother, smiled at the raven haired boy and put a hand on his shoulder, slightly squeezing.

"I think that's awesome," Mikoto brought her youngest son into a hug, "Sasuke."

Any sadness his father brought him went away as soon as his mother hugged him, Sasuke didn't feel as much of a disappointment anymore after his mother's words.

BANG

The back sliding door of their house slammed shut as Itachi casually walked into the living room where his mother and Sasuke hugging, his father sitting in a chair reading a paper.

"Is there something wrong, Itachi?" questioned Fugaku, his eyebrow raising on his forehead.

Itachi never answered back. Of course something was wrong, he was forced to kill his entire clan or else his little 10-year-old brother, Sasuke, was going to die. 'I'm sorry.' the man with his raven hair put in a ponytail said in his thoughts.

All of a sudden Itachi was in front of his father's chair and stabbed him in the gut. His mother's scream echoed throughout the house, piercing his ears. Itachi quickly turned around and headed towards his mother, but on his way Itachi happened to glance down and saw Sasuke's face. Poor Sasuke had just been standing right beside his mother and watched as Itachi, his own brother, plunged a knife into his father's stomach, killing him. Pure terror was encased on Sasuke's face, he was shaking and staring wide eyed at Itachi. Sasuke's tears would not stop running down his cheeks.

"Why are you doing this?" yelled Mikoto as she shoved Sasuke out of the way, trying to get him to run. Sasuke was frozen in place though.

Itachi remained silent, he didn't want to speak. If he did, than he would end up choking on his words and cry.

Mikoto knew there was no running away from her death, it was inevitable. She gasped as a sudden pain engulfed her. Her eyes widened as she coughed up blood, "Please… let Sasuke… go… Don't… don't hurt him…"

A tear trickled down Itachi's cheek and not having the power to speak up he whispered, "I'm doing this for Sasuke. So he continues to stay alive."

Mikoto nodded and sank to the ground, her last breath found its way out of her lungs into the living room air.

Daring to look at his brother again, Itachi placed his middle and pointed finger on Sasuke's forehead. "I'm sorry, otouto."

Sasuke let out a soft whimper and cried out, "Oniisan, how could you?" He fell to his knees and shook violently, scared and overwhelmingly upset.

The older raven couldn't form any words, he would open his mouth then close it right after. Grief began to devoir Itachi and before his shaky knees gave out on him, Itachi ran back out the door he came in through; leaving a traumatized Sasuke crying on the floor.

Their neighbors probably had already called the cops seeing the smoke that came out of the surrounding houses that contained bodies of multiple Uchiha's and soon Itachi would be hearing police sirens, he had to book it out of there. The entire Uchiha had been killed, -except for Sasuke- by the hands of Itachi.

It was a good thing that it had starting raining, Itachi's tears had mixed in well with the pouring rain. Itachi had been lost in thought, memories, for about 2 hours. Had he really been sitting on this dock for 2 hours already?

"You'll catch a cold if you keep sitting in the rain, yeah." Deidara stated as he walked to end of the dock where Itachi was sitting. The raven nodded and slowly stood up.

Deidara's long blond hair that was put in a ponytail, bangs parted on the left side that hung down a little past his chin, was drenched from the rain. Pale, blue eyes stared into onyx ones.

Knowing that Itachi was upset, Deidara placed the palm of his hand on the raven's shoulder. "You want to talk, yeah?" A small smile appeared on Itachi's face, he shook his head no and began to walk away.

The blond had been asked to join Akatsuki a couple weeks after Itachi, the two of them were pretty close. Itachi's blond friend was quite obnoxious and overly obsessed with art, 'art is a bang' was something Deidara repeatedly said. Deidara was placed into Akatsuki because of how he handled bombs. Usually people would go with having a gun or a knife, but Deidara was different and the Akatsuki like how his choice of weapon was different.

Itachi though, he wasn't asked to join Akatsuki because he had an interesting choice in weapon like Deidara, but because he was brilliant; both brain and combat wise. The raven was the one that would go undercover and get as much information he could while not getting detected. But if he was found out, his fighting skills were impressive and was smart enough to know how and get out of almost any sticky situation.

The raven found his feet moving on his own while his head filled with that one situation he couldn't figure a way out of.

"You must be Itachi, yes?" asked a man with dark, -almost purple- red hair and an extremely slimmed face.

"And you would be?"

An evil grin appeared on the other man's face, "Nagato. I want you to join Akatsuki."

"Akatsuki?" confusion evident in his onyx eyes.

Nagato took a few moments to explain what Akatsuki was, how Akatsuki was a type of gang.

"Why would I want to join a bunch of criminals?" laughed Itachi, thinking this was a big joke.

"Because if you don't, we'll kill your little brother." smirked Nagato. "We've been watching you for a while, a smart guy like you who knows how to fight is much needed."

Itachi paled, there's no way he'd let them kill Sasuke. "Why don't I just call the cops on you right now, huh?"

A dark chuckle escaped Nagato's lips, "I have people who work on the inside of the police department so that phone call would only end your little brother's life. Nothing good for you will come out of calling the cops."

"Fine, I'll join your stupid, fucking group! Just don't go near Sasuke!"

"Very well than. I do have one thing I need you to do though before you come with me."

"What's that?" Itachi curiously asked.

"Kill the entire Uchiha clan or we'll kill your little brother. There's someone that's been wanting them dead for a long time now."

A/N: Well that's chapter one! Or well… the prologue...

Some words you might not have known:

Musuko- son

Arigatō- thank you (which you all probably knew anyway oh well)

Okaasan- mother

Otousan- father

Otouto- little brother

Oniisan- older brother

I promise you, there will be SasuNaru! This was just some background information I thought should come first because I feel like I'll be too lazy to describe this all later and it probably wouldn't be as detailed like this. Well, I mean, I tried to put a lot of detail in this anyway…. sorry if I failed miserably.

R&R!