Chapter One- The Meeting

Tailor Narubi

Naruto fiddled with his wooden toy sadly. He was lonely. He stood slowly and turned to the window. He stood on his tip-toes and peeked out. All he saw was another building. He was on the top floor of this apartment. He sighed sadly and looked back to his own apartment.

The mean lady at the orphanage had said he wasn't allowed to come back. He'd been afraid that he would have to sleep in an alley or the park, like he'd done at least twice a week for most of his life. But Jiji had come and gotten him. Naruto had been excited at first. A place that was just his. He had played out images of painting it bright colors and making forts inside.

But when he'd gotten there he'd found it was different. Everything was a pale tan color or white. His kitchen, living room, and dining room were one and small, holding only a table with two wooden chairs and a small couch.