Another one shot and just to let you guys know I'm in school again so now I won't update as much on any of my stories.

The Beginning of A New

An infant with brilliantly blue eyes looked around the room. It was strange this new cold world that was so far away from his warm home before. He didn't like it so he did the only thing he knew how, he screamed. He cried and cried he could barely hear the cheer of a man and the sigh of relief from a woman.

"Ahhhh... wahhhh" The child cried some more.

Suddenly the cold disappeared and a soft and warm thing was wrapped around him.

He heard a soothing voice say. "Hush, my little boy, hush."

The child liked this voice and he recognized it. This was his mother the one who he had been hearing for the last few weeks. He hiccupped from the cries but still calmed down.

"What should we call him, my dearest." the voice said.

A ruff yet gentle voice replied. "Why not call him Naruto."

This voice seemed familiar too. And he knew instinctively this person would not harm him and that he was Naruto's father.

"Yes, our little Naruto." The voice held a tone of tiredness.

The newly christened infant, Naruto, opened his eyes as best he could. The shapes were blurry but he knew these were his parents.

"Arashi-kun I think someone wants to see you." Naruto felt himself being shifted.

He made a slight cry. But then he felt two strong arms holding him with the utmost gentleness. Naruto sighed in contentment. But that contentment was short lived for shortly after Naruto fell asleep in his father's arms he was awoken by a deathly roar.

This he knew was bad something horribly bad. He screamed and cried. He didn't feel his parents nearby. He wanted their comfort, he wanted their love.

He heard a door open and felt once more the sence of his father.

" Naruto please forgive me, I won't be around to see you grow,or hear your words, I won't event be able to see your first smile." His father said in a gentle, sad tone.

" I wish there was some other way but there is not. I love you and your mother and always will. If by some remarkable miracle you understand these words please take care of your mother." He felt a warm kiss be placed on his forehead.

Naruto felt something wasn't right so he started to fidget and whine. He felt something tickle his tummy, and heard words of an unkown language. A strange sensation filled him but it soon gave way to pain. Naruto cried out and tears streamed down his face. A crash, a thump, and then nothing. Nothing but the lone wails of an infant who by some cruel twist of fate was brought to be the container of the very being that made him and so many others be alone in the world. The infant was alone and he knew it. The loneliness the pure terror of being forgotten led him to cry. God for some reason had left this innocent child alone mother, died of childbirth, father died from protecting the city that would soon despise his son.

This was the tale of the start of Naruto Uzumaki's life. He was cursed from the day he was born and lived a life of tragedy and loneliness. He was strong and brave and his spirit was that of fire. He is the true rokudaime of konohagakure regardless of whether people believe or not.