Disclaimer:I do not own naruto or any characters therein and also do not own any characters from mavel marvel owns that too.
Authors note:I am a new author so please go easy on critism is welcome.
A lone figure stood on a rooftop overlooking the slums of new york. The place where the worst of the worst thrive, drug dealers, pimps, prostitutes and the general scum of the earth. It was raining, oh how he hated the rain it reminded him of the times where he was weak and defenceless. He loathed "normal" people as they were referd to, people with no sense of direction just living, not doing anything just going with a flow. They knew nothing of pain only thought they grasped the basic idea of it, not fully comprehending the entire meaning of it, to understand pain is to feel it in ones soul, to feel the fire raging to destroy one phsyche, to annihalate ones emotions, and pain it simple idea to one who has not felt it on an extreme basis.
He stood there his attire soaking from the despisable rain. It was quite dark out but he did not care because his sight was alterd by THAT programme, but that was not the only thing that was alterd about him.
Flashback
He had no idea where he was, but it stank like a fat dude at a mexican all you can eat buffet. His head hurt like crazy he did not even know who he was besides for what he thought his name was. His name was Naruto Uzumaki, that was all he could remember. He looked alot like your average six year old but with some minor detail changes, he had sun kissed blond hair with wild spikes all-over, he had a lean build with some definition compared to other six year olds, he wore a torn up white shirt with an equally torn up black short. He was so hungry to the depths of his stomach which now meant he would have to steal once more he hated it but he hated going hungry even more so he shoot down his concious and went on a "mission".
Since he landed in this shithole of city he has always been amazingly good at stealth. It was like he had natural talent for it, like the shadows were apart of him and he was a part them of them.
He saw a prime target for picking, a rich guy walking like he was gods gift to woman. Naruto saw him and decided to strike. He ran straight at the fancy rich dude and "accidentily" bumped into him reached for the mans wallet took it ran, he ran until he bumped into something that felt like a brick wall."I be taking that back boy."said a heavily armed guard said in a cold emotionless voice."leave him guard he did what was necessary to survive."said the fancy rich man in a velvety like voice,the voice of a practiced liar. The man saw the level of the boys stealth were it not for the mans milatary training he would not have noticed the child stealing his saw the childs cloths it was rags over his body he also noticed the childs frightened demenor at being decided to offer the child something,he knew that colonel William Stryker could use the child for his experiments. "My boy how would you like to have a home"he said in that same voice as 's eyes shone with hope"really."of course he did not know what the mans true intentions were."Of course my boy (dark chuckle)of course."
Flashback end
He shook himself out of his stupor and looked up to the night sky and said "Time to go to work"the figure said in a cold emotionless figure was tall roughly about 6 feet 4 inches,dressed in a hooded midnight black trench coat the tip of the hood itself came to the bridge of his nose, underneath the coat he had on a skintight black shirt that came up to his elbow,the pants the figure had on a black cargo pants that were tucked into a pair of black milatary grade combat boots, on his hands he had on a pair of fingerless gloves that were white with a black chinese dragon design circling the entire gloves,but the most special thing about the entire outfit was the midnight black metallic mask (simaler to kakashi's but looks like scorpions from mortal kombat just black) naruto had two sai's attached to his waist and two 9mm pistols attached to his lower jumped off the edge of the rooftop he had been standing for the passed couple of was diving down the side of the building and used an ability he had come to know for as long he could brought the shadows from around him and used it as a method of transport to bring him closer to the guard that was petroling not far away from patrolling guard that was unaware of his final moments of life ticking away on the appeared out of the shadows but quickly blended with them once more and used his ability to sneak up the guard and the guard heard a noise but only saw "his" shadow and made his last fatal mistake he turned around naruto came out of his shadow disguise and killed the guard with one the sai attached to his a quick slice to the jugular ended the mans life and as quickly naruto dropped his disguise he just as quickly blended with nearby shadow.
Naruto used his shadow manipulation ability to get inside the soon as he was inside the building he knew this mission was going to be reletivly easy compared to his last was kind of disapointed and the lack of security guards but he supposed that there would be more guards the closer he got his assassination he got was media mogul chance knew from experience that the stairs and elevator would be to obvious so he decided to use the elevator shaft to get to the penthouse as thats where he knew his target would be ,thats where all the rich pansies ussually were enjoying the high life, what Chance did not know was that deaths sweet yet bitter dark embrace was slowly creeing up on used his ability over the shadows to quickly reach the penthouse not bothering with other floors that were filled with pathetic fleshy monkeys, he reached the topfloor AKA the penthouse his target was strangely alone but then it was midnight so he did not question his luck and quickly struck and with a flash of silver his targets blood spilt all over his fancy quickly jumped out of a covieniently open window and shadow jumped to a secret base somewhere in the city.
Authors note:I would like to thank Kyuubi 16 for the inspiration of me becoming an author.