Well Enjoy!

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Twelve year old orphan Uzumaki Naruto has been known to spend a lot of time in the Konoha Library. After all, knowledge is power, unless you happen to be this snot nosed kid named Udon, who got beat up by a pack of Hyuuga Hanabi fan girls a couple months ago.

The young main branch Hyuuga looked like she was getting off watching the kid cry. The more tears the better. But let's not go there.

My nice firm posterior sits down in the mature adult section floor, past the row of Icha Icha book section, where a Jounin with a forehead protector eye-patch is busy looking at me, it's a bit unnerving to say the least.

"Yo," he says, giving me the two fingered salute.

My head nods at the fellow, before he makes a spectacular disappearance with spinning leaves, Shunshin, that's what the book says at least.

After copying down a set of notes for a few e-rank chakra control exercises, Sakura's mom kicks me out of the library. Where a drunk promptly throws a bottle of beer at my face, instantly my honed reflex catches it.

My eyes observe the vintage, oh dear it is half full, perhaps Iruka would enjoy it. Putting in my pocket, my feet are racing down the streets, thankfully it is around midnight, Konoha library is open fairly late after all.

Reaching my humble abode, where a large sign titled "The Demon-bastard's lair" is spray painted on the side of the two story apartment, my feet lands onto the 2nd floor platform, where it is easy to see that the room has been broken into.

Again.

Once through the door, it isn't hard to spot a little girl with orange hair charging, shrieking her lungs out as a kunai is raised above her head. "Die demon."

My mind is close to solving the mystery as to why they call me that, I just know it.

A chop to the back of her neck, sends her unconscious and into my arms. My gaze looks at her features, looks like its Moegi, wasn't she shy or something?

Pulling up the falling girl in a bridal style carry, my feet make its way outside.

After dropping her home, in her front door and ringing the doorbell, my feet takes me to a nearby training ground, where Shino is half undressed, allowing a legion of termites to infest his flesh.

Perhaps coming back another night for training is a good idea.

Going home and getting ready for bed, it is not hard to fall asleep thinking about the next day's challenge ahead.

Entering the classroom the next day is of course my first challenge. Shuriken, kunai, erasers, pencils, pencil crayons, and of course a pencil sharpener, are all thrown at me from various locations. My fingers, catch each one, and put them in my pockets.

After sitting down a shy red-haired girl comes and asks if she can have her eraser back, her mother bought it for her.

Red hair is my fetish.

After giving it back, Kiba calls me a pussy.

He is still mad about that rumor that's been going around about what he does with Akamaru. For once it wasn't me who started it. Though Uzumaki Naruto encourages it, err.. encourage the rumor, not the bestiality.

"Dobe, pay attention, we are going out to spar," says Asuke. Who sits at least two rows ahead of me, there is a trace of a smirk on her face.

She must have learned a new jutsu to use. People say that the Uchiha was exaggerating when she said she would kill me.

Uh huh. And there isn't a conspiracy in this village dedicated to keep calling me the nine tailed demon brat. There is a clue in that statement somewhere about why they dislike me so much; perhaps looking at different angles would give me a new perspective.

As the match starts a large ball of fire hits the ground beside me, a second too late and I would have been fried. She stands there looking superior. "Phoenix spit-fire, fast isn't it?"

Nodding at her proclamation, my feet spring into action, back flipping, dodging, and side stepping the small streams of fire. After ten minutes of this she quickly gets irritated and runs at me hoping to win using Taijutsu.

That is fine with me, she may be taller, but my mass is a good twenty pounds heavier, but it is mostly muscle mass, maybe, some of it might be fat.

In either case my punches send her back a good pace, but she immediately charges around my swings and gives me a good right hook.

Standing still and recovering quickly my arms spring up for an upper cut that promptly lands on her chin, she steps back, looking furious. She quickly makes a few handseals and a large beam of fire comes my way.

"Kawarimi." One Uzumaki Naruto finds himself easily switched with a rock, taking this to my advantage, my feet dash towards her and socks her in the side of her face.

KO.

Oh dear, she is going to kick my ass when she wakes up. Kiba is laughing his head off, Shino doesn't make an expression and Shikamaru calls out "troublesome."

As Iruka brings her back to the infirmary, a legion of fan girls come charging my way. There is a war cry that is very common among the younger generation of Konoha. That is a signal for me to run.

"NARUTOOOO!"

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Authors Note: This was a bit of a filler chapter, the plotline will continue next chapter.