Ooooooooooookay. Uhm. So I have like three ongoing stories on deviantart right now and a bunch more in my journal... but I think this one is worth enough for your guyses (is that a word??) eyes. please tell if you think its horrible... It's only a tiny bit of the first part of the first chapter and it hasn't under gone any editing so it could be really crapy and you all will hate it but ... im rbeling ... eh thats a habit ive got to stop -.-'
ANYwho. Here it is:

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Plot Line: Naruto lost his sight and both his parents on the same day when he was five. Ten years later he is still living in the orphanage under the care of his foster fathers Iruka Umino and Kakashi Hatake. Naruto has just gotten a full scholarship to the most prestigious fine arts schools in Konoha because of his photography. His new roommate is a stubborn prick and needs to learn how to open up more if he really wants to pursue his art career. Can Naruto help him? And will Neji be able to help Naruto come clean about the one day in his past that he will not talk about, not even to his beloved foster fathers?

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.::.Chapter One.::.

Naruto stood in front of the huge mansion as still as a rock, his pale blue eyes glaring unseeingly at the innocent building. The two men that stood behind the blonde boy shot each other a worried glance. The man on Naruto’s right moved to his side and touched his shoulder lightly. This man had light brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail that defied all gravitational rule and stuck up, and a soft kind face. He had large milk chocolate brown eyes and a long scar running across the bridge of his nose.

“Naru-kun, it’ll be fine. You’ll be able to come back to see the kids on the weekends and on the holidays and now you’ll be able to meet people like you.”

Naruto sharply turned his unseeing gaze to the man and glared harder.

“Like me? Are all these people blind, too? With no blood relatives to speak of? With nothing to really work for? Huh, Iruka?”

Before Iruka could respond, the second man came up beside Naruto and gently tapped the back of the blonde’s head. “Come on, Naruto. You know exactly what he meant. No need to be so cruel to him. He was just trying to help.”

This man was taller than Iruka and had gravity defying, silver, lopsided hair. A scar went from his forehead over his left eye and disappeared under the mask that only Iruka has seen under. His left eye is bright red with three black marks in the pupil while his right was a steely gray. Naruto turned back to the school and gave no reply other than a gentle tug at Iruka’s shirtsleeve. One that only the two men could ever understand.

‘I’m sorry, ‘Ruka-chan, I didn’t mean it,’ the blonde had said with that tug. ‘Now let’s get this over with a go. Lead.’ Iruka smiled gently. “It’s okay Naru-kun, I know you’re in a bad mood. As should you, Kakashi.” He added in a louder voice as he led Naruto toward the school. Kakashi smiled as he followed his only two precious people. ‘He’ll be okay,’ he reminded himself in his head as he pulled out his favorites book.

(“ut that damn thing away, Kakashi! We’re in a school full of children!”

“lease, Iruka, they’re all high school students, it’s not like they don’t know about this kind of stuff alrea- OWW!”

“ut. It. Away. Hatake.”

“Y-yes, Naruto-sama!”

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ugh ... horrid... I dont know why im putting this up when I have tons of other stories to finish... well ... just tell me what you think and if you dont think it worty enough for words, thats fine too ...

~~Izzy

p.s. I'm an insomniac so I have a lot of time to worry about these things too >.>