A Jojo in Naruto. 2

Jonathan Pov 

It has been about 4 and 7 months since I was born or reborn, though that doesn't really matter as I'm around the same age as Naruto. 

How did I know? Well, I saw him while my parents took me to the supermarket, turns out these rich people actually buy their owns groceries and don't own a sla-home chef yeah totally. 

He seemed around the same age and it has been about 4 years and 9 months after the Nine tails attacked so he should be slightly older than me. 

Though my dad wants me to avoid him and so does my ok-Mom, yeah mom, mainly because of some curse that's been rumored that bad things happen when he's around you. I know that's a pretty big fucking lie. 

Whenever my mom hears Naruto's last name, Uzumaki, it's like a switch in her head is flipped on, she just pauses... Which is pretty weird. 

But that's not the worst of it... My parents want me to socialize which wouldn't be a bad thing except all of these damn kids are retarded! I'm not lying they barely know basic math and reading yet they somehow are happy becoming trained killers... 

Why is this world so damn weird? Though, I kinda wanna become a trained super powered killer though my parents won't let me because they want me to be a good person, to not lose me.... That's actually a good reason. 

Though I don't rich people are going to survive the Pain attack or the Orochimaru invasion, which is why I'm planning to somehow convince them to let me become a shinobi in order to protect myself. in order to protect them. 

"Jonathan! Come on we have to go back." My mom shouts, still not my mother, but my mom. I wonder how my life will be, will I die on the battlefield, will I pass away of old age, or will I somehow become immortal or something. 

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Yay, I'm officially eight years old and now going to school, or really the academy which will destroy my parents' hopes of me not being a shinobi.

Walking downstairs from my room, we live in a two story house or really a mansion, "Dad, mom. I don't want to go to school... I want to go to the academy where the Shinobi are." I don't care if this is a bomb shell they need to hear it. 

"No. My son will not lose his life in a village that doesn't care for him." Before my dad could say anything my mom stepped in, "Yes mom, I want to be a shinobi." She seems to get angrier when I said this. 

"No. My son won't be a monster." Her voice more forceful. 

"Yes." I say, I'm not escalating things she is. 

"NO!" She shouts at me. 

"I JUST WANT TO PROTECT US!" I shout, my first outburst. "The other shinobi won't care, sure we're rich and have money but that doesn't stop strong shinobi, only another shinobi can stop shinobi. I just want to protect us." 

My mom doesn't have anything to say, but my dad on the other hand, "I won't stop you from following this path, though on one condition... Come back alive my child." He hugs me and I hug him, then mom joins in.

We're a family, we protect each other, and one day I'll protect them one day. 

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Narration 

It has been a week later, and Jonathan has been enrolled in the Academy. "Son, do you have everything? Pencils, notebooks, food, snacks, drinks?" "Yes father." Jonathan slightly chuckles at him, he always wants him to be prepared. 

"But it's never too bad to check again." "Father, we checked two times already and that isn't including the multiple other times this week." When hearing this George turns a bit sheepish, Erina just laughs.

"What are you turning independent already?" Erina walks in from the kitchen with her hands on her hips. 

"Okay come on son, we have to make sure you don't get there late." With that from his father Jonathan goes to the academy then having to sit through will of fire bullshit aka "Sacrifice yourself for your village while we survive." 

After an almost 4 hours of that they can finally go inside the academy, to which they do is math...

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Jonathan Pov 

This is actually bullshit, impossible, unholy, and why the fuck does this exist level of bullshit. I have to actually do regular school things like math and reading. I was basically a grown ass man before this, 16 and a half, man screw this I'm going to sleep like Shikamaru. 

"Jonathan, Shikamaru, wake up who said you can sleep here this is the academy sleep at home." Oh, great this egoistical bastard, Mizuki, ain't no way I'm calling him sensei. 

Oh right, forgot to mention I'm in the rookie nine class, aka Naruto's class, the class of bullshit and stuff that's where I'm at. 

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End of chap