Hello all! I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated this story, but after a review I got from someone, I came up with an even better idea for this story! Hopefully you will all still enjoy it, and won't be mad that I changed it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Three mutants grew up in three very different ways. One was raised within a clan of mutants growing up being taught to be proud of his powers, one was raised on his own learning to use his powers to help him live and survive, and one was raised in a testing facility hiding what she was truly capable of after her family gave her away. Three mutants with very different pasts come together to abolish their common enemy: the Mutant Investigation and Control Unit. No mutant will ever be safe until the unit is destroyed. No pairings as of right now, though some may develop in later chapters.

Mutants 1

Sakura Haruno had developed her inhumane strength when she was only two years old. During a typical two year old fit of rage at not getting a piece of candy after dinner, Sakura had done a not so two year old thing: lifted the couch in the living room and threw it through the wall.

Her parents had always thought she was stronger than other children her age, but seeing this act of strength had caused fear to creep inside her parents' hearts. It didn't help that her mother was pregnant again, and the two were concerned Sakura would use her soon-to-be-new brother as a punching bag.

Her parents had ended up calling the Mutant Investigation and Control Unit (MICU) later that day. Ever since she had thrown the couch through the wall, Sakura had been kept deep underground in a government facility with other people who were like her. She had never talked to another person who was like her, but she had seen enough of them being dragged off in front of her cell to know she wasn't alone down there.

That was one of the things they liked to use a lot here: fear. They played on everyone's fear, and kept them all separated so they couldn't combine their strengths and flee together. Sakura had many years to think this all over. She had been in the MICU facilities for over fourteen years now, and each year only seemed to drag on longer than the last.

Each year the scientists and doctors at this facility developed new tests, which meant new ways for her to be picked and prodded at. Sakura felt like an animal living in these conditions, and when she had mentioned that to them, she was told that she was an animal.

No one understood how the mutant gene could affect certain people, but not others. Sakura had been born from two normal human beings, and she herself was a mutant. Then again there were clans of people who were all mutants, and they were all treated with respect and dignity. The Uchiha clan and the Hyuga clan were two that came to mind.

Sakura sighed as she watched one of the nameless guards drag one of her people back to their cell. This boy, because he was definitely no man, had shaggy brown hair and twin crimson tattoos on his cheeks. Sakura was able to recognize him, because she had memorized everyone who lived on her floor, and knew the schedule of when they were to be taken next.

After the guard threw the boy into his cell, which was exactly three cells to her left, the guard started to head toward her cell.

"You're up," the guard sneered as he began to punch a code outside of her cell. She had memorized the different codes each guard held, and the man that stood in front of her cell was especially mean. Sakura had deduced he had something against mutants.

Well she had something against people who treated other people horribly, mutant or no. She'd make sure to give this guard a good punch or two before she was taken to the testing room. She doubted Kabuto would approve, but punching him might make her feel better.

XxxX

"I don't know why you always act up like that Sakura," Kabuto tsked as he finished strapping her onto the table. "You should have known you were going to get hit for that one."

"He deserved it," Sakura said as she turned her head away from Kabuto. She couldn't understand it. Kabuto was someone like her; he was a mutant, but he was the one who always tested on her.

"Teenagers," Kabuto said with a sigh as he turned her face toward him. Kabuto's silver hair was not something that was caused by age, because Sakura had a hard time believing he was ten years older than her to begin with. He had told her this once when he had been looking through her file.

"Sakura you need to behave like a good little girl. If you behave for this next batch of testing we might be able to have your family visit."

Sakura couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her throat. "I stopped believing that line when I was five, Kabuto," Sakura said with a glare. Sakura watched Kabuto stand up and grab a needle from the tray beside her. The testing room was stark white with bright luminescent lights that stung Sakura's eyes.

In the middle of every room was a gurney Sakura knew all too well; she had been laying on the mattress twice a week for fourteen years. That meant she had been on this mattress an estimate of 1456 times. Two hours each time, which came to 2912 hours, or 174,720 minutes…

When Sakura was six she realized she had an intelligence higher than most of the doctors she had been seeing. Along with her intelligence, Sakura had developed a type of healing ability that she had kept hidden.

She hadn't been able to explore her healing ability really at all, because she was constantly being watched, and she refused to allow the MICU to run even more tests on her. She would much rather keep that secret to herself.

As Kabuto stuck a needle into her vein, Sakura started to break down the compound Kabuto was trying to place inside of her. It was a type of vaccine that always made her weak and sick, and acted much like a poison.

Before she was able to breakdown the compound, the mixture left her mind blurry and foggy, and Sakura wasn't able to think right for days.

"We're trying a new mixture today, Sakura," Kabuto's voice was friendly, like he was talking about something pleasant. Sakura ignored him completely and tried to concentrate on breaking it down quicker; she hated being drugged. "Because you're so resistant to the other mixtures I've concocted."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Sakura's voice chimed as she tried to continue to breakdown the mixture that had just been injected into her blood stream. Kabuto always knew she was up to something when she stayed quiet.

"Oh Sakura," Kabuto sighed as he took the needle out of her arm. "You know this place isn't so bad. You've been here longer than I have, and you could have moved above the jail level by now."

The idea of following the rules and allowing them to run tests on her was disgusting. Sakura refused to just turn over and lay there like a puppy.

She had broken down the compound before it had reached most of her cells, and she allowed herself to close her eyes and pretend like the mixture had affected her. Today… Today was the day.

XxxX

Sasuke Uchiha grew up in the main family within the Uchiha clan. Many would think that being the second son of the prestigious Uchiha clan was a cushy position, but Sasuke knew it wasn't.

His father had very high expectations, and because Sasuke's older brother was a genius, no matter how hard Sasuke tried, he left his father with a great deal of disappointment.

He was much stronger than the other seventeen-year-old Uchiha; Sasuke could run circles around them during a spar, but whenever he was put against Itachi, he always fell flat. It didn't help that Itachi was six years older than he was; his father had told him Itachi was much stronger than Sasuke was at this age.

Glaring at himself in the mirror of his room, Sasuke could only feel inadequate as he thought about his brother. His brother's sharingan, the mutant power that each Uchiha was born with, had manifested stronger within him than in any other.

The sharingan was a powerful mutant gene that affected the mutant's eyes. It allowed them to cast illusions, mimic other's actions, and predict other's movements. Also, special sharingan had been known to do special things. Itachi was able to cast a black fire that burned for seven days and seven nights. Not even water put it out.

Sasuke's cousin Shisui had an amazing ability to move so quickly it appeared he was jumping to different locations in just a blink of an eye. His great Uncle Obito could actually flicker through time and space itself. Sasuke hadn't unlocked what his sharingan could do yet, but he knew it was coming soon.

It was only a matter of time before his special ability revealed itself, and Sasuke was hopeful it was be something just as amazing as his brother's.

"Sasuke," Itachi greeted him mildly from the doorway. "Are you going to stare at your reflection all night?"

"Let him be 'Tachi," Shisui said with a grin as he strode into Sasuke's room, acting as if he owned the place. "You know your little brother is hoping his ability unlocks itself soon."

"Your ability will unlock in time," Itachi said with a slight sigh. "Do not feel the pressure Father is trying to bestow upon you."

Sasuke could only grit his teeth. It was easy for Itachi to say; his ability had unlocked when he was only twelve…

"I'm serious," Itachi said as he walked into the room. Sasuke turned away from the mirror and looked to his older brother in question. "Father doesn't know what he's talking about sometimes. He hasn't even unlocked his ability, so worry not brother."

"Tachi's right," Shisui said from his spot on Sasuke's bed. "Daddy dearest is nowhere near as strong as you two are."

"That only makes me feel mildly better," Sasuke said with his own sigh. "I just wish it would happen… I feel like I've been waiting forever."

"A lot of times the ability is brought out by stressful situations," Itachi said as he sat on Sasuke's bed. "We should be thankful we do not have such a situation to engage in."

"Waiting is so hard thoughhhh," Shisui whined as he suddenly appeared by Sasuke's bookshelf; damn his cousin and his ability. "I know it was hard for me to wait too, little Cuz."

"It will come when it was meant to come," Itachi said with a nod as he stood. "Now, Mom expects you downstairs within the next five minutes… She refused to start dinner without you."

"Ah," Sasuke said with a slight nod. "I understand."

"Good," Itachi said with a slight smile. "Now stop worrying about it."

XxxX

Naruto Uzumaki had been an orphan for as long as he could remember. He didn't know how he had survived infancy, because the only memories he had when he was younger was living life on the street alone. There had been a cat that had tried to live with him once, but even the cat had been scared away by his abilities.

It wasn't his fault though… that had just been the way he had been born. Whenever he was angry, or otherwise incredibly emotional, he felt a dark essence take over his body, and he'd instantly lose consciousness.

He must be bipolar, or have a split personality, because whenever he would wake up he would instantly feel better. His body would be covered in burn marks, though those would heal up rather quickly.

No matter how badly Naruto would be injured, his body would somehow be able to repair itself within an hour or so; that was probably how Naruto had managed to live so long in the streets.

Scanning the market that was below him, Naruto tried to find the easiest target. He didn't enjoy stealing things from people, but he had to. It was either him, or someone else who had a lot more resources than he did.

Naruto was usually pretty good about pick pocketing an asshole though, so he felt less bad about it. Scanning the market again, Naruto found the person he wished to steal from.

A man stood near Naruto's favorite ramen stand, a dark black coat hanging off his shoulders, and some dark black sunglasses to match. This man practically screamed asshole; Naruto would have no quarrels with taking the money inside this man's wallet.

Sliding down the fire escape of the building he liked to sleep on, Naruto tried to blend in as well as he could with the crowd of people; it was hard for someone who wore an orange sweatshirt to blend in though, but Naruto usually made it work.

Making his way to the ramen stand, Naruto acted like he was interested in the ramen instead of taking the man's wallet. Walking over to the man who was reading the menu, Naruto hmmed before looking to the man in question.

"What looks good here, Sir?" Naruto asked while his eyes scanned over the man's jacket. Usually a man wearing a jacket like this kept his wallet in his outer pockets; he probably thought no one would try to pickpocket him in the first place.

The man Naruto was trying to talk to ignored him, and headed toward the stand to order instead. Naruto grinned; he wouldn't feel bad about taking this man's money at all.

Sliding behind the man in line, Naruto's quick fingers swept through the man's outer pockets easily; sometimes Naruto thought pickpocketing was too easy. He found the man's wallet in the man's right pocket.

Opening it quickly, Naruto pocketed the cash before returning the wallet with practiced ease. By the time the man himself had reached into his pocket to grab his wallet, Naruto was already leaving the stand.

Sometimes taking things from people was just too damn easy.