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The night before I had to start the Academy I was restless, my body didn't want to stay still and I ended up staring at the wall half the night. I could remember that Naruto didn't really have any friends, but he did hang out with Shikamaru, Choji, Kiba and a few other people. This was interesting since they were the clan heirs, I could only guess that their parents didn't really care that I was a Jinchruriki.

Which made me think on another subject.

Who were Naruto's birth parents?

I was sure that at least one of them were a Shinobi, if not both, because a civilian allowing their child to become a host for a demon didn't seem very likely. But just as I was sure that they were Shinobi, I was also sure I hadn't been abandoned. It just didn't seem to fit, but that could just be my inner child talking hoping that her parents didn't hate her enough to get rid of her. I could see that happening, sadly enough, but I just stuck with the thought that my parents were dead.

The Yondaime though was the one who sealed the Kyuubi within me, so perhaps they were friends with him, or maybe...

The possibility of me being the Yondiame's son actually was pretty high, I had seen what he looked like when I read a few books on Shinobi history and we had the same coloring.

But if I were his son, wouldn't it make sense that I wasn't hated by the villagers and maybe even liked by them because of that fact? Even if that sounded pretentious the villagers hailed the Yondiame as the hero of the village.

Now I really couldn't fall asleep.

I sat up and ran a hand through my hair, eyeing the longer strands. I had been here for about a year and hadn't cut it so the strands in front of my face reached just below my eyes. I usually kept the red scarf around my forehead so I didn't really notice the hair around my face until it came to my mind, and really despite my age I looked like a mini-Yondaime. Due to my and Naruto's rather harsh childhood my face was thin and lacking the childish fat that most people had, which made me look even more like the Yondaime.

The possibility of me being the Yondaime's son was rising, and really I didn't think anyone in the village realized the similarities, which was sad but their hatred made them blind to the world.

But there was still a chance that I was someone else's child, though the percent was lowering, and I didn't have any proof for who my parents were.

I shook out of my thoughts and turned toward the clock giving a weary sigh when I saw how late it was.

It wouldn't do to stay up the whole night, the first day of the academy was tomorrow and I needed to be sharp so I could see what was happening. Unfortunately the news that Konoha's demon was under a Henge had passed through the village because of the children from before, so I would have to lay low.

The next morning I woke up to the sun in my face and the birds chirping, annoying really. I reached for the blanket and covered my body with it, trying to resume my peaceful sleep.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

I groaned, and gave the alarm clock a dark look, before finally rising up from the bed.

A few moments later I stumbled off of my bed and toward the bureau, fumbling with putting my clothes on and tying the scarf on my head. It took a few tries until I was finally able to do it correctly, my mind still numb from sleep.

Finally I shuffled out of the room and toward the kitchen, deciding to grab up a bruised apple that had been overpriced, but it was better than eating ramen all the time. Certain shop keepers were greedy enough to sell me food for an extremely high price, but it was still food so I accepted it.

A knocking on the door caught my attention and I walked over to open it, gazing at the man curiously. It wasn't hard to recognize who he was, with the red and white clothes, pipe in his mouth, and grandfather like smile, the Hokage was at my door.

"Hello Naruto." He greeted his eyes flashing with sadness when he saw me before stepping inside. "How have you been? I haven't heard from you in a long time." His eyes scanned my room curiously, eying the scrolls and books on one of the tables.

I blinked, not really knowing how to react before shaking myself out of it. "I'm fine Oji-san." I replied, making sure to not call him Hokage-sama, it would only make him suspicious. "I've been busy training and working."

Sarutobi sent me a smile. "So I've been told, I was rather suspicious that you were up to something since you had been quiet so long but it looks like I was wrong."

I nodded.

He suddenly crouched down to my level, eyeing me. "Are you okay Naruto? Inu-san has told me that you have been acting strangely since that time that you passed out in the alley."

I shuffled through my mind trying to find a face to the name and pausing when I saw man with spikey silver hair wearing an ANBU mask, who more than likely was Hatake Kakashi before he became a Jonin again. "I'm fine. I just decided to take life a little more seriously." So Naruto did have ANBU watching over him, which was most likely why he hadn't been beaten by the villagers.

The Hokage ruffled my hair, and I felt a small pulse of Chakra send through my body, most likely just to make sure I was still Naruto. "You really are like him..." He murmured after he realized I didn't change.

I gazed up at him curiously, wondering if he was talking about my father.

"Very well Naruto." Sarutobi said, louder this time. "Do you want to walk to the Academy with me?"

That most likely wasn't the greatest idea, I mused, the civilians were not going to take the Hokage being around the 'demon' very well. But I nodded anyway, following him out of the house, and down the road.

Now though, since the Hokage was with me, I could relish in the fact at the shock on the villagers faces as they saw us walking side by side, not believing that someone like me was with their beloved leader.

The Academy was located next to the mountain in the same building as the Hokage's Office and Mission Assignment Desk was. I was rather curious about that fact; it didn't seem to be that great of an idea to put loud and rambunctious children near such a serious work environment. Then again, it was the safest place to put children, just in case of an attack the older Shinobi could get to them faster, not to mention it was the safest part of the village.

The fact that those thoughts even ran through my mind showed that I was getting affected by this world, I was already a logical thinker, but I usually didn't think about things like that.

The Hokage and I spilt apart when we arrived at the academy; there was a small introduction ceremony for everyone. I sat apart from the other children, knowing that their parents would, if they hadn't already; tell them to stay away from me. Sarutobi eventually showed up and gave an inspiring speech about friendship and teamwork. Truthfully I didn't really pay attention to it all. I put most of my attention in looking over the students, realizing that even if the kids were small, I was one of the smallest due to the lack of food.

I was rather surprised at the amount of children attending, I had been under the impression that there was only one class per year, but it made sense that there was more seeing that so many people wanted to be a Shinobi. More than likely less than half of the students would pass, and who knew how many would actually survive.

There were too teachers who called the students for their class before Iruka showed up, looking just as awkward and young as I had remembered him. "Okay. Aburame, Shino..." I knew that I was going to be in his class, but the thought of befriending Iruka never crossed my mind, I didn't even remember how they met for that manner.

"Inuzuka Kiba,Nara, Shikamaru, Uchiha Sasuke..." He paused when my name came up, his breath hitching slightly. "Uzumaki Naruto and Yamanaka Ino. Please follow me." We were lead away. I followed silently from behind ignoring the angered whispering from the crowd.

The class was rather large. Huge windows were set on the opposite wall, a good escape if needed. I knew that Shinobi did not like small spaces, so places like restaurants and houses were on the larger side so that the more experience Shinobi wouldn't start to panic or be nervous. The class room had benches aligned in three rows similar to an auditorium. A large black board was set up front with a stand where the teacher could be by.

I shuffled over to the back corner of the room near the window, in my past life sitting in the back usually meant you were anti-social, up to no good, or just didn't care about the class. Now though, it was the best place to observe the students and make sure that none of them tired anything. I watched as the kids eventually sat down, sizing each other up as they passed while Iruka tried to make order in the room.

Most of the morning was spent assigning us to certain books, making sure everyone had the proper supplies, listing the rules and what not and giving us name tags so we could mingle. It was rather similar to a regular school, but since we had just started it made sense that we didn't start sparing immediately.

I didn't really hate school, but going through it once again didn't make me like it very much. Not that I had much of a choice anyway.

Most of the kids were paying attention to the teacher, and it made sense, kids usually were rather well behaved the first few days of school. Though once they got use to the new environment I could easily predict they would cause trouble. I couldn't blame Shikamaru, who had fallen asleep, I knew he was smarter than most kids so this must be rather 'troublesome' for him, it was for me.

Finally the bell rang, signaling the start of lunch.

"All right kids." Iruka had to shout to be heard over the noise. "Come back in an hour when the bell rings!"

I opted to jump through the window like some of the other kids, landing on the ground with ease and walking toward a tree. I didn't have enough food to make lunch so I was just going to hang around until it was time to return. I climbed a nearby tree and rested on it, watching the kids below as they chatted and laughed. As the Junikurki it was stupid to try and make friends, the parents had ingrained in most of the kids brains that I was dangerous or someone who wasn't to be talked to. I was a loner by nature, but I couldn't help and long for at least some company. I was used to having my family surrounding me, having my sister bug me, now though I didn't have anything.

I spotted Hinata eating alone also, most likely because she was part of one of the more prominent clans, like the Uchiha. Many people avoided her because of how she acted; they immediately thought she was refusing to talk to them because she saw herself as higher standing. But I knew from the anime that she was just extremely shy and unconfident, mostly because of her father.

Perhaps, I mused, it would be okay if I talked to her at least for a little bit. She did have a crush on Naruto, but I didn't really know when it started and I highly doubted she would have a crush on me. Hinata liked Naruto because of how optimistic he was, and how he never allowed anyone to drag him down. I just didn't care what people thought or said about me, and I rarely smiled so she had no reason to gain a crush.

Then again I was sure that she and Naruto didn't communicate until later on and even then they barely knew each other.

My mind made up I jumped from the tree and headed toward the small girl, feeling the stares of the children as I passed.

"You are Hyuuga-san correct?" I asked, my voice quiet.

She started and gave me a wide eyed look, nodding her head. "Y-yes."

"Were you harmed?" When she only gave me a confused look I elaborated. "The bullies pushed you around a lot, but I had hoped you didn't get severely harmed."

The small girl shook her head. "N-no, t-they d-didn't hurt m-me. T-thanks f-for a-asking t-though."

"That's good." I replied, shifting on my feet. I really was curious about her injuries but I didn't have anything else to say. It was odd, I may have been mature, but I had the hardest time communicating with kids my age, older people were fine, something about the people my age just made it hard. Perhaps it was because they were prone to judge people faster than adults, though adults also had that problem.

Her fingers tapped nervously and she gave me a quick glance before looking away. "A-are y-your w-wounds o-okay?"

I glanced toward my still wrapped hand, it was almost all the way healed thanks to the Kyuubi but it was still red and hurt some. "It is fine." I answered, giving her a grateful nod.

I paused for a moment before sitting down beside her. "I hope you do not mind if I sit here." I said when she looked confused, but she didn't object to it so I guessed it was fine.

I knew that this wouldn't last long, she was a Hyuuga and sooner or later she would be ordered not to hang around me, for now though I would enjoy the moment. I may be a solitary creature, but one companion was always nice to have.

After lunch we had Taujutsu, which was similar to P.E., one of the classes that I actually didn't have a problem with even though I wasn't the best at it. Being a Shinobi meant that a lot of jumping and running would be involved so I had to work through it, and actually Taijutsu was one of my higher points. I was able to form the correct stances since I read about it in my scrolls, but I wasn't really strong so I didn't do much.

Actually it went rather well, I guess. Speed and stamina wise I was okay with, thanks to my job I was rather nimble, not to mention my body was on the smaller size so that helped me out a little. I wasn't as fast as Kiba though, but I could out pace Shikamaru who was just jogging at a slow pace without a care. I didn't come in first though, and I was around the last few people to arrive, thanks to my bodies lack of energy since I didn't eat any food, which was disappointing, speed was something I wanted to work on, it always amazed me at how fast Shinobi could go.

This was how Shinobi got around though, so I had to put the weakness behind me and continue to work on it, even if my breath came out in pants and my limbs burned by the last few laps.

After running we stretched and did some sit ups, the latter I failed at due to my lack of upper body strength, and then went through a maze like obstacle course. It looked similar to what the army had, and was hard since we had just finished with our last activity.

I had more than a few thoughts to just give up, but then I remembered who I was and I pushed myself to continue. Before I had died I was rather lazy, and stuck to the books instead of running outside, so I had to keep the idea that I was Uzumaki Naruto, not some random character, in my head. I wasn't one to be physical, but I enjoyed running, and even joined the soccer team before I quit, realizing it had too many people for my liking.

Truthfully I had thought that it would be a breeze, to get through the academy, but then the reality of the fact was I wasn't near ready to face the world. And I was humbled by that fact, that I still had a long way to go before I could live up to Uzumaki Naruto's name.

I had died at a young age. But most likely lived longer than most Shinobi, and I wasn't the closest to my parents even if I loved them. I did nothing special or spectacular. Always sitting at the sidelines and watching as everyone else change the world. I didn't have any illusion that I would become super amazing powerful, but maybe this time I could do something in this world.

This time, perhaps, I could be someone new.

I sounded like a daydreaming girl, promising the people that she would be someone who changed the world. Really, this was the real world, but when you were a Shinobi it was hard not to overpower yourself when dreaming.

I wasn't about to give up after one class though.

Iruka seemed rather pleased by the end of the day, a half smile on his features as he sent us off so we must have not done horribly. Everyone seemed to be more energized once they realized that the day was done.

I waited until all the kids had left the room before going outside.

I hesitated, watching as kids ran to their parents with wide smiles.

It was hard, seeing everyone have someone to talk to and exclaim over their first day of class. I didn't have that, not anymore. And I had to accept that and just move on, which was hard, but not impossible.

The parents murmured to each other as I walked out of the academy, their glares almost burning.

"I can't believe that something like that is allowed to attend the academy."

"What is the Hokage thinking?"

"He's obviously dangerous."

I clenched my hands at the not so quiet whispers, quickening my pace to get away. Even if there was a law, it didn't stop people from hinting, and just being hateful. The Hokage wasn't able to stop everyone, and even if the villagers didn't hurt me physically, they most definitely hurt me mentally.

But I had to be strong, not just for myself, but for the villagers and everyone. Naruto was, he saved them even if they treated him horribly, and even kept a smile on it throughout the whole ordeal.

I didn't know if I would love the village as much as he did, I refused to let a whole town get destroyed.

Even if they treated me like dirt.

I hope you enjoyed it! :) I apologize for any mistakes, I'm in a hurry.