Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Family: The Story of S and N ❯ Proluge ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: YaoiBishiCouples 
In the first person for just this chapter. Naruto is talking about what he looks like now, and his new comrads with which he travels, along with his kids. (yes, kids)
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.03.2005 | Updated On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
In the first person for just this chapter. Naruto is talking about what he looks like now, and his new comrads with which he travels, along with his kids. (yes, kids)
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.03.2005 | Updated On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
At the age of fifteen, I, Uzumaki Naruto, found out I was pregnant. Me! A guy! I knew who the father was, it was Uchiha Sasuke; it was supposed to be a one time thing, we were just comforting each other, trying to keep warm in a blizzard in which we had been separated from Sakura-chan and Kakashi-sensei, but it turned out like this. After finding out and realizing the fox was to blame for this odd occurrence, I fled Konoha, fearing the wrath of both Sasuke and the other villagers.
I am now twenty-six, and a fairly tall man, about six foot three; I have long spiky hair ending at my shoulder blades; it is golden-blonde with random red and orange streaks in it. I wear black cargo pants and a black skin tight shirt, the right sleeve is long and fish-net, although there was no left sleeve, my entire left arm is wrapped in bandages. A black mask covers the lower half of my face, leaving crystal blue eyes the only visible feature; my Hidden Leaf forehead protector rests loosely around the base of my neck. My black and silver katana was resting by my side, within arms reach. Nighttime, quiet and peaceful, that's why I love it so much. Beside me lay my recent friends, Ichi, Niro, Sachi, Miki, and Kana.
Niro, was twenty-two years old, if he were to stand he would be about six feet tall. He had short, spiky, dark blue hair and grass green eyes. He wore a navy blue muscle shirt with a high collar that covered his mouth, and dark gray shorts which ended just past his knees. His arms adorned dark gray arm warmers with navy blue trim, which went from his wrists to his elbows. His Hidden Rain forehead protector rested in its rightful place, only slightly crooked, shielding his right eye. He was a rash person, and although he was younger than me, he acted like my older brother. He has a very short temper, but is still a nice guy.
Ichi, a twenty-six year old, was about an inch taller than Niro; he had short, slicked back black hair and deep brown eyes. He wore a chain-link t-shirt and black sweatpants; his legs, from his ankles up to his knees, were wrapped in bandages, and he wore a Hidden Shadow headband tied to his upper right leg. He was a serious person, but very kind and almost fatherly; his only flaw seemed to be that he was constantly falling asleep randomly.
Kana, twenty-eight years of age, was a woman with shoulder length, light pink hair. She was about five foot four; her mismatched eyes shown brightly with mystery, her left eye green and her right eye blue. She wore a long sleeved tan/brown shirt and matching form-fitting pants. A Hidden Sound forehead protector sat sideways on her head, the way Zabuza used to wear his. She was a mute, had been since she was young, only Ichi, Sachi, Miki, and myself knew sign language and could understand her. She a very kind person, gentle, almost like a mother or big sister.
Sachi, twenty-five years young as she put it, was only slightly shorter than Niro, standing at about five foot seven. She had long, waist length, dark red hair tied up in a loose bun, and a thin curtain of bangs in her hazel eyes. She wore a long sleeved red shirt and black, skintight pants. Her Hidden Sand forehead protector was wrapped neatly around her waist. She always seems to be angry, with Ichi, Niro, and strangers at least. She was naturally a loud person, but very composed in battle. Her protective streak was almost motherly.
Miki, the eldest at thirty-four, was about five foot five, with short, chin length, orangey-brown hair, and dull blue eyes. She wore a light purple t-shirt and black shorts, like Hinata's, and a very dark purple jacket with white trim. Her Hidden Stone forehead protector, with the proper horizontal slash, rested on her upper right arm. The way she acted, you'd think the woman was a five year old, very childish. She whined to get her way, and she loved to play jokes and tease everyone she could, with the exception of Sachi.
On the other side of the camp, not far away, lay three much smaller and younger beings. Farthest away from where I sat; there lay a small, eleven year old boy with short, spiky blonde hair and dark obsidian eyes. He wore a red t-shirt with a black spiral on the stomach, and black cargo pants which reached past his knees. The sleeping bag he lay in was scarcely covering his small, lithe body.
Beside the blonde, on his left, lay his brother, also eleven years old. He had jet-black hair, strait in some parts and spiky in others, and bright, sky blue eyes. His skin was deathly pale in comparison to his dark clothes, a navy blue t-shirt and black cargo pants. His sleeping bag was clutched tightly, and placed quite a distance between him and the blonde.
To the black haired boy's left lay a girl, his sister, also eleven years old. She had long, slightly wavy black hair with blonde highlights, which reached to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue; they were a mix between her brothers' eyes. She wore a light green shirt, which was hidden under her black jacket with brown trim, and a pair of dark green pants, not skintight, but not loose like her brothers' either. She was tucked neatly into her sleeping bag, facing her older brother.
These three were my children, my triplets. Daisuke was the oldest, he was the one with black hair; Ginji was in the middle, the spiky haired blonde; Rin was the youngest, my little girl.
Daisuke and Ginji are a lot like Sasuke and myself when we were younger; actually, they are exactly like us when we were younger. Daisuke was quiet, showed little emotion, and talked very little, as he was somewhat anti-social. Ginji was loud, excitable, full of energy, and very friendly, with the exception of his brother. The two of them were constantly fighting, Daisuke easily pushing his younger brother's buttons just like Sasuke used to do to me. On the rare occasion that Daisuke and Ginji did get along, they work very well together.
Rin reminded me a lot of Hinata. She was quiet, shy, introverted, and although strong, tended to rely on her brothers. She would often stand on the sidelines as her brothers fought only sometimes interrupting to stop them; she always hated it when they fought.
I'm honest with my kids, I've told them of my past, of Sasuke, and even the Kyuubi, and they accepted it surprisingly well; they really are good kids.
Morning will be coming soon, and if I don't get any sleep Sachi will kill me, so I should get some rest. Goodnight little ones, and my old Konoha friends, wherever you are.
I am now twenty-six, and a fairly tall man, about six foot three; I have long spiky hair ending at my shoulder blades; it is golden-blonde with random red and orange streaks in it. I wear black cargo pants and a black skin tight shirt, the right sleeve is long and fish-net, although there was no left sleeve, my entire left arm is wrapped in bandages. A black mask covers the lower half of my face, leaving crystal blue eyes the only visible feature; my Hidden Leaf forehead protector rests loosely around the base of my neck. My black and silver katana was resting by my side, within arms reach. Nighttime, quiet and peaceful, that's why I love it so much. Beside me lay my recent friends, Ichi, Niro, Sachi, Miki, and Kana.
Niro, was twenty-two years old, if he were to stand he would be about six feet tall. He had short, spiky, dark blue hair and grass green eyes. He wore a navy blue muscle shirt with a high collar that covered his mouth, and dark gray shorts which ended just past his knees. His arms adorned dark gray arm warmers with navy blue trim, which went from his wrists to his elbows. His Hidden Rain forehead protector rested in its rightful place, only slightly crooked, shielding his right eye. He was a rash person, and although he was younger than me, he acted like my older brother. He has a very short temper, but is still a nice guy.
Ichi, a twenty-six year old, was about an inch taller than Niro; he had short, slicked back black hair and deep brown eyes. He wore a chain-link t-shirt and black sweatpants; his legs, from his ankles up to his knees, were wrapped in bandages, and he wore a Hidden Shadow headband tied to his upper right leg. He was a serious person, but very kind and almost fatherly; his only flaw seemed to be that he was constantly falling asleep randomly.
Kana, twenty-eight years of age, was a woman with shoulder length, light pink hair. She was about five foot four; her mismatched eyes shown brightly with mystery, her left eye green and her right eye blue. She wore a long sleeved tan/brown shirt and matching form-fitting pants. A Hidden Sound forehead protector sat sideways on her head, the way Zabuza used to wear his. She was a mute, had been since she was young, only Ichi, Sachi, Miki, and myself knew sign language and could understand her. She a very kind person, gentle, almost like a mother or big sister.
Sachi, twenty-five years young as she put it, was only slightly shorter than Niro, standing at about five foot seven. She had long, waist length, dark red hair tied up in a loose bun, and a thin curtain of bangs in her hazel eyes. She wore a long sleeved red shirt and black, skintight pants. Her Hidden Sand forehead protector was wrapped neatly around her waist. She always seems to be angry, with Ichi, Niro, and strangers at least. She was naturally a loud person, but very composed in battle. Her protective streak was almost motherly.
Miki, the eldest at thirty-four, was about five foot five, with short, chin length, orangey-brown hair, and dull blue eyes. She wore a light purple t-shirt and black shorts, like Hinata's, and a very dark purple jacket with white trim. Her Hidden Stone forehead protector, with the proper horizontal slash, rested on her upper right arm. The way she acted, you'd think the woman was a five year old, very childish. She whined to get her way, and she loved to play jokes and tease everyone she could, with the exception of Sachi.
On the other side of the camp, not far away, lay three much smaller and younger beings. Farthest away from where I sat; there lay a small, eleven year old boy with short, spiky blonde hair and dark obsidian eyes. He wore a red t-shirt with a black spiral on the stomach, and black cargo pants which reached past his knees. The sleeping bag he lay in was scarcely covering his small, lithe body.
Beside the blonde, on his left, lay his brother, also eleven years old. He had jet-black hair, strait in some parts and spiky in others, and bright, sky blue eyes. His skin was deathly pale in comparison to his dark clothes, a navy blue t-shirt and black cargo pants. His sleeping bag was clutched tightly, and placed quite a distance between him and the blonde.
To the black haired boy's left lay a girl, his sister, also eleven years old. She had long, slightly wavy black hair with blonde highlights, which reached to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue; they were a mix between her brothers' eyes. She wore a light green shirt, which was hidden under her black jacket with brown trim, and a pair of dark green pants, not skintight, but not loose like her brothers' either. She was tucked neatly into her sleeping bag, facing her older brother.
These three were my children, my triplets. Daisuke was the oldest, he was the one with black hair; Ginji was in the middle, the spiky haired blonde; Rin was the youngest, my little girl.
Daisuke and Ginji are a lot like Sasuke and myself when we were younger; actually, they are exactly like us when we were younger. Daisuke was quiet, showed little emotion, and talked very little, as he was somewhat anti-social. Ginji was loud, excitable, full of energy, and very friendly, with the exception of his brother. The two of them were constantly fighting, Daisuke easily pushing his younger brother's buttons just like Sasuke used to do to me. On the rare occasion that Daisuke and Ginji did get along, they work very well together.
Rin reminded me a lot of Hinata. She was quiet, shy, introverted, and although strong, tended to rely on her brothers. She would often stand on the sidelines as her brothers fought only sometimes interrupting to stop them; she always hated it when they fought.
I'm honest with my kids, I've told them of my past, of Sasuke, and even the Kyuubi, and they accepted it surprisingly well; they really are good kids.
Morning will be coming soon, and if I don't get any sleep Sachi will kill me, so I should get some rest. Goodnight little ones, and my old Konoha friends, wherever you are.