Post by Chouji on Sept 26, 2006 16:44:56 GMT -5
-sigh-
Okay I got really into studying the depression and what not and the mafia...so I was thinking it would be intresting to throw the Naruto characters into the world of the early 1930's as mafia men and wreckless police officers....
-nod-
So tell me if yah think its a good idea kay? ((BTW there is little romance in this fanfic...))
-gasp-
Oh and...um...I'm working on Chapter 2 of this also...so here it is
((Chapter one))
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto
A/N: This is an AU fanfic. I have changed even the characters pasts. So things are different.
----
Sit down, take a seat. Pop your popcorn and bring a drink. Situate yourselves, and make yourself cozy. Sit right here and be ready to hear a tale untold, a story in a time of shadows. This story that you are about to hear is quite different then the rest. It isn’t a fairy tale that begins with a once upon a time or a happy end. It isn’t a story of romance with no chaos. Oh no, this story is quite the opposite. This story takes place during a time where darkness seemed to last forever. A place where thieves patrolled the streets hoping to make money from their stolen treasures, and where everyone’s only hope of survival was too fight back physically. A time when the middle class never existed and lower class was the majority. This is a time when drugs, drinking, gambling, and prostitution were a common enjoyment to the public. This place in time the American Dream seemed only an illusion that could not be reached. The time and place in which the story is told is the era in which had been ruled by the Mafia. The chilling year of 1933, a time of chaos in the city of Detroit and the year in which our story takes place. Enough talk and description let us watch as our tale begins.
---- Enter Naruto---
A smell of sizzling bacon being cooked and the sound of joyous laughter and humorous jokes would be a morning Naruto Uzumaki could only dream of. After all, he couldn’t have it.
Naruto was twenty one and lived with an absence of family for as long as he could remember. His memories had become nothing more than blurs and smudges. But the details he had managed to make out were painful and he wished they never happened. His mother, she was the explanation for his sorrow. Or at least Naruto had pinned the blame on her. After all, she had made his life chaotic and depressing ruining his family life in a short period of time. He could remember the day she had turned her back on him and his family at the time. Like a villain she left caring for only herself forcing Naruto to be the hero and sort out what he could for survival. He remembered the sound of the old oak door slamming with force followed by the eerie sound of silence that filled the house in which they stayed. He could still commit to memory the thud of his father’s knees hitting the ground followed by his hands. Naruto could even still hear the sobbing and feel the pain. Of course, Naruto could never rid himself of the horrific memory of how his father became ill and could no longer handle his pain and so took himself out of his misery through an overdose of sleeping pills. However, that is where his memories ended and realty as well as present events began. From the tender age of ten he had to get a job as a paper boy to pay for school. He lost the house he had once lived in but ended up staying with his kind boss, Yodaime. School didn’t last long for Naruto had dropped out by the age of fourteen because of torture and bulling he could never handle without getting involved in a fist fight. The boss had increased his hours to make up for his educational loss and kindly bumped up the pay till Naruto slowly gained enough money to buy a small broken down house at the age of nineteen and finally departed ending his long time stay. However, Naruto had kept the job till a year later where the old boss who had become Naruto’s substitute father died in a tragic accident. This left Naruto to become a part time worker at a local deli that was on the verge of bankrupt.
A disheveled blond haired Naruto sat up in his dirty small tiny nearly broken bed. He blinked letting his eyes adjust to the rays of sunshine that were showing through the half cracked windows and through the torn and ragged blinds to hit where he sat square on. He let out a lengthy tired yawn and began to rub his eyes from the morning guck that had gathered there overnight. Naruto was different in the way of looks. It wasn’t because of his light blond hair, small skinny stature, or his icy blue eyes that made him stand out from any crowd. No, it had been the six weird scar or gash like markings that were slashed upon his cheeks, three on each side. It was if it were whiskers of a fox. But, of course they weren’t whiskers. However, nobody could be certain if they were considered scars or incredibly dark gashes that had been on him since birth. Naruto never liked to dwell on his cheeks and what were imprinted on them much. Even if little kids that may pass by him on the streets ever so often would gawk and goggle at him in wonder.
Naruto tumbled from his bed clumsily. He got dressed in a regular suit and hat, which was his ONLY nice attire that had yet to bare a single patch or hole. He stood up straight and staggered around the small compacted house to the tiny kitchen which simply consisted of a single grey fridge, a small tiny sink commonly seen in small port-o-potties on the street, a microwave that was missing its handle, a toaster that had the top littered in black crumbs from several burnt toasts, and a small stove the size of an easy bake oven. Upon the tiny stove sat a rusted old teapot that had taken up most of the room on the poor thing. Naruto yawned and pulled out the last cup of ramen and walked clumsily over to the sink turning it on. He watched as a greenish-yellow contraption spurted out of the tab. He waited a few more minutes till clear water finally came gushing out. He gently slipped the cup under the tab and let the water run through the noodles and into the cup. He sighed as he turned off the tab when the cup had been filled with its dose of water he then threw the small cup of ramen into the worn-out microwave and shoved the door shut. He twisted a knob turning the machine on. He sat in a single seat that was resting by the fridge. Naruto gazed at the ticking microwave waiting for his food to be done and the annoying ding of the bell to ring. He gently tapped his fingers of his left hand on his left knee in impatient anticipation. He stood ever so slowly as the bell finally rang signaling his morning food had been heated up and now considered edible. He took a rusty spatula that was thrown in the sink long ago and jammed it into a small indention between the microwave door. He gave a pull on the spatula and forced open the small door. He let out a sigh of relief and tossed the spatula back into the sink. Naruto grabbed his noodles and two chopsticks he had settled earlier by the microwave and stuck them straight into the noodles.
He yawned as he exited his shack of a house gently shutting the backdoor behind him. He juggled some change in his pockets of his suit pants. The money he had saved for the past years and months all to buy a train ticket to make his dream come true.
His dream was simple. Yes simple, but it his dream and his vision. Naruto’s dream was to none other than to ride around from a small town in which he now lived to giant cities looking to fulfill the American Dream. Much like others have tried before him. However, it would be rare to come across somebody as determined as or more determined than Naruto.
Naruto had used the last of his money or a train ticket to the metropolis city of Detroit Michigan. It didn’t bother Naruto that as soon as he stepped into Detroit he would not have enough money to pay for food or a place to stay.
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Naruto sat on a bench by the train station kicking his feet limply forcing orange dust upward in a cloud. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air much like an animal would to sense a prey. Naruto then let out a sigh in his own boredom. He lifted up his right arm to eye his watch. The watch ticked and tocked as its second hand seemed to move ever so slowly as if time stopped. This only seemed to anger Naruto a little, ruffling his feathers as he began to tap the top of his watch forcefully in frustration. Suddenly his head jolted upward and his attention fell upon a giant train that pulled up into the railroad station he had been sitting outside of. A relieved expression spread across Naruto’s face as he stood up and began to approach the train that had begun to billow smoke as if it was showing its impenitentness.
A man with a short stocky build exited one part of the train. His beady green eyes peered over at the approaching Naruto and pursed his lips in thought. The stocky man fumbled with a clipboard as he approached closer still.
The stocky man eyed the blond quirking a thin grey eyebrow upward in suspicion. “Name?” The man asked in a gruff tone.
Naruto blinked several time before responding to the man slowly. “Naruto Uzumaki.”
The grey haired man gave a slow nod and scanned the papers clipped to the brown clipboard he held in his worn out hands. “Okay…” the man replied furrowing his brow and flipping several papers before looking back up to face Naruto in the eye.
“Okay, can you please provide me with an I.D and ticket?” The man spoke with a tone that suggested he had asked millions of people the same question throughout the years he had been working. And Naruto might have guessed he had experience in asking such question as he noted that the man mastered the talent to show no expression during his questioning.
Naruto fumbled in his suit pant’s pockets till his grip landed upon a small train ticket. He pulled the thin ticket from his pocket and handed in with each into the mans outstretched hand.
The man’s eyes narrowed once more as his eyes scanned over the ticket. After several tense moments the man finally looked up and gave a small nod of acceptance and handed the ticket back over to Naruto. “Okay you can get on…”
Naruto nodded in thanks and stepped onto the train with little trouble. He began to maneuver his way through the train looking for an open seat all to himself but found no such place to sit. So as Naruto’s sight landed on a seat next to a window he decided to sit in that only open seat. Despite the fact he wouldn’t be sitting alone as he had wished.
“Excuse me…may I sit here?” He asked a thin man who was soon to be his seated partner.
The man gave a nod. “Go ahead.”
As Naruto sat he turned his head to the right ever so slightly to take a glance at the person beside him. The man caught Naruto’s gaze and gave a small smile. The man beside him seemed to have a semi tan and bared a long red scar or gash across his nose. And his dark brunet hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. The man had sparkling green eyes that stared out the window taking in the scenery that was passing by as the train jolted and shoved onward. The man was wearing a black suit similar to the one Naruto was wearing along with a white collared shirt and a light blue tie and the man had a nice hat that lay gently on his lap uncrumpled and untouched.
Okay I got really into studying the depression and what not and the mafia...so I was thinking it would be intresting to throw the Naruto characters into the world of the early 1930's as mafia men and wreckless police officers....
-nod-
So tell me if yah think its a good idea kay? ((BTW there is little romance in this fanfic...))
-gasp-
Oh and...um...I'm working on Chapter 2 of this also...so here it is
((Chapter one))
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto
A/N: This is an AU fanfic. I have changed even the characters pasts. So things are different.
----
Sit down, take a seat. Pop your popcorn and bring a drink. Situate yourselves, and make yourself cozy. Sit right here and be ready to hear a tale untold, a story in a time of shadows. This story that you are about to hear is quite different then the rest. It isn’t a fairy tale that begins with a once upon a time or a happy end. It isn’t a story of romance with no chaos. Oh no, this story is quite the opposite. This story takes place during a time where darkness seemed to last forever. A place where thieves patrolled the streets hoping to make money from their stolen treasures, and where everyone’s only hope of survival was too fight back physically. A time when the middle class never existed and lower class was the majority. This is a time when drugs, drinking, gambling, and prostitution were a common enjoyment to the public. This place in time the American Dream seemed only an illusion that could not be reached. The time and place in which the story is told is the era in which had been ruled by the Mafia. The chilling year of 1933, a time of chaos in the city of Detroit and the year in which our story takes place. Enough talk and description let us watch as our tale begins.
---- Enter Naruto---
A smell of sizzling bacon being cooked and the sound of joyous laughter and humorous jokes would be a morning Naruto Uzumaki could only dream of. After all, he couldn’t have it.
Naruto was twenty one and lived with an absence of family for as long as he could remember. His memories had become nothing more than blurs and smudges. But the details he had managed to make out were painful and he wished they never happened. His mother, she was the explanation for his sorrow. Or at least Naruto had pinned the blame on her. After all, she had made his life chaotic and depressing ruining his family life in a short period of time. He could remember the day she had turned her back on him and his family at the time. Like a villain she left caring for only herself forcing Naruto to be the hero and sort out what he could for survival. He remembered the sound of the old oak door slamming with force followed by the eerie sound of silence that filled the house in which they stayed. He could still commit to memory the thud of his father’s knees hitting the ground followed by his hands. Naruto could even still hear the sobbing and feel the pain. Of course, Naruto could never rid himself of the horrific memory of how his father became ill and could no longer handle his pain and so took himself out of his misery through an overdose of sleeping pills. However, that is where his memories ended and realty as well as present events began. From the tender age of ten he had to get a job as a paper boy to pay for school. He lost the house he had once lived in but ended up staying with his kind boss, Yodaime. School didn’t last long for Naruto had dropped out by the age of fourteen because of torture and bulling he could never handle without getting involved in a fist fight. The boss had increased his hours to make up for his educational loss and kindly bumped up the pay till Naruto slowly gained enough money to buy a small broken down house at the age of nineteen and finally departed ending his long time stay. However, Naruto had kept the job till a year later where the old boss who had become Naruto’s substitute father died in a tragic accident. This left Naruto to become a part time worker at a local deli that was on the verge of bankrupt.
A disheveled blond haired Naruto sat up in his dirty small tiny nearly broken bed. He blinked letting his eyes adjust to the rays of sunshine that were showing through the half cracked windows and through the torn and ragged blinds to hit where he sat square on. He let out a lengthy tired yawn and began to rub his eyes from the morning guck that had gathered there overnight. Naruto was different in the way of looks. It wasn’t because of his light blond hair, small skinny stature, or his icy blue eyes that made him stand out from any crowd. No, it had been the six weird scar or gash like markings that were slashed upon his cheeks, three on each side. It was if it were whiskers of a fox. But, of course they weren’t whiskers. However, nobody could be certain if they were considered scars or incredibly dark gashes that had been on him since birth. Naruto never liked to dwell on his cheeks and what were imprinted on them much. Even if little kids that may pass by him on the streets ever so often would gawk and goggle at him in wonder.
Naruto tumbled from his bed clumsily. He got dressed in a regular suit and hat, which was his ONLY nice attire that had yet to bare a single patch or hole. He stood up straight and staggered around the small compacted house to the tiny kitchen which simply consisted of a single grey fridge, a small tiny sink commonly seen in small port-o-potties on the street, a microwave that was missing its handle, a toaster that had the top littered in black crumbs from several burnt toasts, and a small stove the size of an easy bake oven. Upon the tiny stove sat a rusted old teapot that had taken up most of the room on the poor thing. Naruto yawned and pulled out the last cup of ramen and walked clumsily over to the sink turning it on. He watched as a greenish-yellow contraption spurted out of the tab. He waited a few more minutes till clear water finally came gushing out. He gently slipped the cup under the tab and let the water run through the noodles and into the cup. He sighed as he turned off the tab when the cup had been filled with its dose of water he then threw the small cup of ramen into the worn-out microwave and shoved the door shut. He twisted a knob turning the machine on. He sat in a single seat that was resting by the fridge. Naruto gazed at the ticking microwave waiting for his food to be done and the annoying ding of the bell to ring. He gently tapped his fingers of his left hand on his left knee in impatient anticipation. He stood ever so slowly as the bell finally rang signaling his morning food had been heated up and now considered edible. He took a rusty spatula that was thrown in the sink long ago and jammed it into a small indention between the microwave door. He gave a pull on the spatula and forced open the small door. He let out a sigh of relief and tossed the spatula back into the sink. Naruto grabbed his noodles and two chopsticks he had settled earlier by the microwave and stuck them straight into the noodles.
He yawned as he exited his shack of a house gently shutting the backdoor behind him. He juggled some change in his pockets of his suit pants. The money he had saved for the past years and months all to buy a train ticket to make his dream come true.
His dream was simple. Yes simple, but it his dream and his vision. Naruto’s dream was to none other than to ride around from a small town in which he now lived to giant cities looking to fulfill the American Dream. Much like others have tried before him. However, it would be rare to come across somebody as determined as or more determined than Naruto.
Naruto had used the last of his money or a train ticket to the metropolis city of Detroit Michigan. It didn’t bother Naruto that as soon as he stepped into Detroit he would not have enough money to pay for food or a place to stay.
---
Naruto sat on a bench by the train station kicking his feet limply forcing orange dust upward in a cloud. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air much like an animal would to sense a prey. Naruto then let out a sigh in his own boredom. He lifted up his right arm to eye his watch. The watch ticked and tocked as its second hand seemed to move ever so slowly as if time stopped. This only seemed to anger Naruto a little, ruffling his feathers as he began to tap the top of his watch forcefully in frustration. Suddenly his head jolted upward and his attention fell upon a giant train that pulled up into the railroad station he had been sitting outside of. A relieved expression spread across Naruto’s face as he stood up and began to approach the train that had begun to billow smoke as if it was showing its impenitentness.
A man with a short stocky build exited one part of the train. His beady green eyes peered over at the approaching Naruto and pursed his lips in thought. The stocky man fumbled with a clipboard as he approached closer still.
The stocky man eyed the blond quirking a thin grey eyebrow upward in suspicion. “Name?” The man asked in a gruff tone.
Naruto blinked several time before responding to the man slowly. “Naruto Uzumaki.”
The grey haired man gave a slow nod and scanned the papers clipped to the brown clipboard he held in his worn out hands. “Okay…” the man replied furrowing his brow and flipping several papers before looking back up to face Naruto in the eye.
“Okay, can you please provide me with an I.D and ticket?” The man spoke with a tone that suggested he had asked millions of people the same question throughout the years he had been working. And Naruto might have guessed he had experience in asking such question as he noted that the man mastered the talent to show no expression during his questioning.
Naruto fumbled in his suit pant’s pockets till his grip landed upon a small train ticket. He pulled the thin ticket from his pocket and handed in with each into the mans outstretched hand.
The man’s eyes narrowed once more as his eyes scanned over the ticket. After several tense moments the man finally looked up and gave a small nod of acceptance and handed the ticket back over to Naruto. “Okay you can get on…”
Naruto nodded in thanks and stepped onto the train with little trouble. He began to maneuver his way through the train looking for an open seat all to himself but found no such place to sit. So as Naruto’s sight landed on a seat next to a window he decided to sit in that only open seat. Despite the fact he wouldn’t be sitting alone as he had wished.
“Excuse me…may I sit here?” He asked a thin man who was soon to be his seated partner.
The man gave a nod. “Go ahead.”
As Naruto sat he turned his head to the right ever so slightly to take a glance at the person beside him. The man caught Naruto’s gaze and gave a small smile. The man beside him seemed to have a semi tan and bared a long red scar or gash across his nose. And his dark brunet hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. The man had sparkling green eyes that stared out the window taking in the scenery that was passing by as the train jolted and shoved onward. The man was wearing a black suit similar to the one Naruto was wearing along with a white collared shirt and a light blue tie and the man had a nice hat that lay gently on his lap uncrumpled and untouched.
