A/N: Yo! What is up people of FanFiction? Me and my good buddy, mellra got a new story for you guys! Just to let you guys know this story takes place during the time Logan/Wolverine rebuilt the school, just to make sure you guys aren't confused. A quick warning, the begging of the story has a darker tone to it, why darker than what I'm used to writing.
Anyway, me and mellra hope you and enjoy. And if you guys like what you have read please drop a review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or Naruto.
Prologue: 'Snakt!'
"Fuckin' Runt..."
Victor 'Sabretooth' Creed muttered in a haggard tone as he slowly made his way through the alleyways of Tokyo, Japan while paying the cascading rain no mind, he was much too busy focused on willing his healing factor to repair the damage that's been done to his throat and ligaments then to give a damn about how wet his hair was becoming.
"Should've just ripped his damn heart out a long time ago and been done with it all..."
After word reached Sabretooth that his lifelong adversary, Logan was heading to Japan to pay respect to his deceased wife, Creed, ever the sadist, quickly came to the conclusion that it would be fun to turn such a somber moment into something vile. That's actually his favorite pastime, ruining Logan's life. Creed's plan wasn't grand in any sense; it simply evolved around following the Runt to his woman's grave site and turning the surrounding area into their battlefield. However, somewhere down the line, Sabretooth, as he so often does, underestimated Logan's abilities and found their roles effectively reversed. Instead of being the hunter, Creed became the prey. And that little turning of the tables was all Logan needed to make the fight a one-sided affair.
Once all the slashing and cursing was done, Logan sheathed his adamantium coated claws and gave Creed a few parting threats before leaving the more savage Mutant to stew in his own blood.
It took Victor a total of seventeen minutes to get to a point where he's capable of standing up without using a nearby wall for leverage. As he made his way out of the alley, Creed found himself ignoring a number of stares, whether it's because of his long blond hair, tall and muscular frame, sharper than normal teeth and nails or because of the fact that his shredded outfit is covered in an exorbitant amount of blood mattered very little to him. Whenever someone was brave enough to verbalize their concern for Creed, he made sure to respond with a savage snarl.
"Damn, I could use a drink." With liquor on his mind, Creed made use of his advanced senses and tracked down the nearest bar. Upon entering the establishment Creed, not unlike his time outside, felt a number of eyes locking onto his person. "Grrrowl!" After taking a seat at the main counter, he ordered the strongest drink the bar had and demanded the bartender to keep 'em coming until he says otherwise.
For a Mutant like Victor Creed getting drunk wasn't an easy task. His healing factor gifted him with a powerful metabolism that fought the intoxicating effect of alcohol tooth and nail. However, three hours of nonstop drinking did make quite a dent in his sobriety.
As Creed drunkenly muttered to himself about what he should have done differently in his fight against Logan, he felt a hand being placed on his shoulder; it was the bartender demanding payment for the gallons of sake and vodka he just consumed. Without utter a single word, Victor swiftly snapped the bartender's neck in a single motion. Thanks to his flawless execution and the tall, wooden counter none of the other patrons were aware of the corpse that now inhabited the bar.
"Hmph, pathetic..." Feeling no sense of satisfaction from the kill, Creed turned his attention onto his fellow patrons, groups of men and women just trying to relax after a stressful day of work, or in Creed's mind; prey. It was a shame no one noticed the vicious grin Creed gained, otherwise they might have been able to warn the others what was coming.
In the span of thirteen seconds, Sabretooth managed to kill or severely injury most of the bar's populace. Once his bloodlust was aptly sated, Creed found himself lusting for something more carnal. A quick observation of his victims revealed no woman was left alive to...receive him. That encouraged Victor to go on the hunt.
On the night of February, 18, 1998, Kushina Uzumaki, heir to Uzumaki Pharmaceuticals was forced to witness the murder of her boyfriend before being the killer turned his attention onto her.
-Nine months later-
It's been exactly a total of nine hours and twenty-seven minutes since Kushina's water abruptly broke and she went into a painful labor. Luckily for the young woman she had a nearby friend who was able to rush her to nearest hospital. Upon their arrival, Kushina was immediately brought to a delivery room where she was forced to suffer through hours of labor while a team of one doctor and three nurses guided her to delivery, when pain numbing drugs were offered to the woman she refused due to personal reasons.
"You're doing fine, Ms. Uzumaki. Just keep breathing like I told you." Standing next to the redheaded woman's bed was the hospital's head obstetrician who went by the name Tsunade Senju. With over ten years in the medical profession behind her, Tsunade was more than capable of helping women bring their children into the world.
Following her doctor's instructions to the letter, Kushina began using the breathing excises she learned hours ago. "Damn...this...hurts..." She gritted out between exhales.
Tsunade smiled in the face of the woman's statement, she couldn't count the number of women she heard say the exact same during their delivery. "I know it does, just stick with me and it'll all be over soon." The experienced doctor said with pure sincerity in her voice, there wasn't much in this world that brought Tsunade more joy than hand a woman their newly born child.
Ten more minutes of soothing words and instructions eventually lead to the delivery room being filled with the sound of a baby boy's wails. Strong lungs. Eight pounds, fifteen ounces. Ten fingers, ten toes. Two gorgeous, crystal blue eyes. And finally, two sets of odd, but admittedly cute, thin lines that tripled each of the newborn's cheeks.
The moment the child was cleaned off, Tsunade was ready to perform her favorite part of the job. "Alright, Ms. Uzumaki, I have someone I want to introduce you to, your son."
As Kushina took her newborn son into her arms she suddenly found herself locked in a internal struggle about how she should she react to her child's presence. Her thoughts were moving at a mile a minute, should she smile and began making promises about how she will always love and nurture her child or should she give the child of her rapist up for adoption and be done with this whole affair. In all honesty, before today all of her plans for dealing with her future child revolved around simply giving birth to it and putting it up for adoption but there was something in the back of her mind screaming for at her to protect and love her child like any other mother would.
"...maki!? Excuse, Ms. Uzumaki!?"
Kushina had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from jumping at the sound of her doctor's prying voice. "Ye...Yes?"
"I'm sorry to interrupter your bonding session but I really need a name for your son's birth certificate."
"A name...that's right, people name their kids don't they?" It took a minute but after thinking about some of the most influential things in her life, Kushina remembered the name of a character from a book, a book she personally found boring as dirt but very insightful. "Naruto...His name is Naruto Uzumaki."
-Thirteen years later-
"What a freak, just look at those things on his face."
"You guys think he's a mutant? I bet he's mutant."
"Think? What's there to think about? I know he's one of those muties."
"Why is he even allowed to attend our school?"
"It's because he come from a wealthy family, they're probably bribing the principle."
From his desk, Naruto Uzumaki found himself suppressing a sigh of boredom as he unintentionally eavesdropped on his fellow students' conversation about his place society. Despite the fact that each word was veiled within a soft whisper, Naruto had little to no trouble hearing all the insults and rumors that were being directed towards him by a group of six, there wasn't much in his world could escape the notice of his abnormally developed senses. Ever since Naruto was knee high kid he could recall he had the ability to smell, see, hear and taste better than anyone else he knew, during his younger years he actually had to go through a few rituals to hamper his acute sense before he could even co consider taking a step outside least he pass out from sensory overload.
"Why does he have such a Japanese name even though he looks American?"
"I bet his father was American…"
According to the screen of Naruto's cell phone the bell that signified the end of class wouldn't be ringing for another ten minutes, now that was enough to garner a sigh from Naruto. 'Why is my life so boring?!' The blond teen mentally groaned as he placed his forehead against the surface of his desk. To say Naruto disliked his life would be a gross overstatement; a loving mom, two extremely rich and dotting grandparents, an awesome dog and a whole mess of crazy siblings. No, he didn't hate his life; he was just bored with how uneventful it was.
After letting the next ten minutes trickle away in silence, Naruto wasted no time in gathering his things at the sound of the school's bell. "Finally." He muttered as he made his way through a sea of chattering students. Once outside, he was greeted with the sight of a luxury town car in waiting and his family's private driver; there wasn't any doubt in Naruto's mind that his grandparents sent the car to fetch him. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the spiky haired blond accepted the ride home.
It would take a little over forty-five minutes before the town car pulled into the Uzumaki estate's expansive driveway. The mansion itself was impressively large and very well designed, as for the rest of the property, the Uzumaki family had no issues with their home being surrounded a vast forest area.
"Thanks for the ride, Khota." Naruto said with an accompanied wave as he exited the vehicle.
"It was no problem, Mister Uzumaki. You have a nice day." And with that said, Khota switched the car back into drive and took off."
The moment his family's private driver pulled away Naruto found himself staring at the back of the retreating car, although he couldn't say for sure, he believed there was something wrong with Khota. During the ride from his school to his home, Naruto could practically smell nervousness wafting from Khota's person, it was like the man was uncomfortable in his own skin. "Hm." With a shrug of his shoulders, the whisker marked teen decided to write the small abnormality off as nothing important.
As Naruto turned to begin his short walk to his home's front door he began absentmindedly whistling the melody to the song Ain't No Mountain High Enough, which, thanks to his mother's obsession with the song, was one of his all-time favorites. All it took was one trip down memory lane to remember how much his mother used to love playing and singing along to music during their old weekend excursions, those stood as some of his most happiest days.
Seconds after Naruto crossed the threshold he couldn't help but smile as the familiar sound of four paws repeatedly bouncing off of Italian marble reached his ears. "No jumping, boy! No jump-!" Before Naruto could finish his statement he was tackled to the ground by a light brown blur.
RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!
Standing directly over Naruto's floored form was a two year old Akita whose features included a light brown coat, black tipped ears and a long rapidly wagging tail.
"Aw come on, Hunter, get off me!" Naruto said in between his laughs while making a failing effort to shield his face from his pet's wet tongue. Hunter's excited and affectionate greeting was of the few daily routines that has yet to lose its luster in Naruto's eyes.
Eventually, Naruto was able to sit up despite Hunter's rowdy behavior. "Calm down, boy." He said soothing tone while scratching behind Hunter's left ear. "You gotta give me a couple of minutes to decompress from school before I can act crazy with you."
Between the calming words and the pleasant physical contact, Hunter did as desired and took a seat.
"That's a good boy!" Naruto said as he rose to his feet. "Now give a couple seconds to change into some different clothes and we'll go on a walk." And with that said, he began heading in the direction of his room with Hunter flanking his left.
The design of Naruto's room was what one would expect from a teenage boy; a bit messy, large Led T.V mounted on one of the walls, a desktop computer and a few of Hunter's chew toys lying around. However, there was one thing that separate Naruto's room from the average teen's, his superhero posters or more specifically, his super heroine posters. Captain Marvel, She-Hulk, Wasp and many other costumed women decorated his wall, when questioned on his fascination with the super powered beauties, Naruto would honestly answer he finds their strong personalities attractive, among other things.
As Hunter busied himself with a chew toy that was shaped like a hamburger, Naruto changed out of his school uniform and in its place he put on a black tank top and a pair of jeans, footwear was consciously forgone.
"Up and at'em, pup!" With an enthusiastic bark, Hunter happily followed behind his master. The two soon made their way to the mansion's expansive backyard, upon leaving the confines of the large house, Hunter immediately began running aimlessly around the large patch of grass covered land.
"This was desperately needed." Naruto said to himself as he began stretching in preparation for his upcoming run. In order to break the monotony of everyday life, Naruto, often joined by the ever eager Hunter, took frequent trips into the forest area that surrounded the Uzumaki estate. Although he didn't quite understand why, the youngest of the Uzumaki family has always preferred the serenity of a forest to the hustle and bustle of the big city. "You ready for this, pup?"
RUFF! RUFF!
"Good to hear. Let's go, buddy!" In a impressive show of speed, Naruto, with Hunter trailing behind him, took off into the forest. With no real destination in mind, the boy and his dog just ran without abandon. It would be twenty minutes into their playful jaunt run when the pair came across a fresh stream of water.
"Ruff!" Hunter wasted no time in making his way over to the water.
While Hunter used the stream to quench his thirst, Naruto plopped down on a patch of grass and began enjoying the forest's ambient sounds. "Now this is how you relax." Just him and his dog plus some nice scenery. For a moment the whole world seemed to at piece. That is until an unfamiliar scent hit Naruto's nose, evidently Hunter must have picked up on the scent because he began growling.
*Sniff*
*Sniff*
*Sniff*
Eventually, Naruto's nose directed his eyes towards the path that brought him and Hunter to the stream. "Who's there!?" The blond yelled. If his nose said that someone is near then that meant someone was undoubtedly near…
"Grrrrr!"
It wouldn't be long before a group of three well-dressed men left the forest's brush and entered the young Uzumaki's line of sight. "Lovely evening isn't Mr. Uzumaki?" The shortest of the group the said rhetorically. The smirk the man wore told a story of greed and arrogance. "Especially in such a nice forest like this, I really do believe your family should be praised for allowing this area to remain untouched."
"Who are you people and what are doing on my family's property?" Naruto asked the group's spokesperson as he unconsciously maneuvered himself in front of Hunter.
As his companions maintained their steely gazes, the chubby spokesperson laughed heartily at the teen's questions. "Who are we? Why Mr. Uzumaki, me and my two associates are nobodies, just cogs in the system. But you, Mr. Uzumaki, you're somebody. Somebody who is easily worth fifty million dollars."
'Kidnappers!' Naruto thought. Giving the fact that the Uzumaki family's wealth spanned through more than a few generations, the youngest living Uzumaki was forced to sit through more than a few lectures that revolved around all the potential dangers he faced because he was born into money. Although he wouldn't hesitate to admit that were some serious dangers out in the world, Naruto never really considered he'd be the victim of a kidnapping despite his lineage.
"Now if you wouldn't mind, Mr. Uzumaki, please come along quietly and cooperatively." Despite the Yakuza member's friendly tone it was obvious the man and his two partners were willing to get their hands dirty.
"Hunter, let's go." Those were the few words Naruto uttered before he and Hunter ran further into the forest. At this point, the young blond was depending on his knowledge of the land to escape his pursuers, thanks to all the years he's spent playing in the forest Naruto has created a mental list of all the twist and turns of the woodland area.
"Damn it, I hate running." The chubby gangster said as he and his accompanist attempt to follow after the teen while withdrawing their respective handgun from the folds of their suits. "Remember, if you must shoot, non-lethal shots only! We need Mr. Uzumaki alive, at least for the phone call."
As Naruto and Hunter moved quickly through the forest the sound of gunfire began filling the air. "What the hell!?" He could even hear a few shots whizzing past his person. The fact that none of the bullets actually came very close to body let him know the Yakuza was attempting to scare him into submission.
For a while Naruto actually believed he and his four-legged friend were well on their way to a clean getaway. That is until the sound of a pain filled yelp hit the blond teen's ears. Almost instantly, Naruto stopped in his tracks and turned his head to check on Hunter's condition. A couple of inches away from Hunter's hind leg was a bullet wound.
The sight of his best friend's blood made Naruto's heart seize in his chest. "No, no, no..." The sound of the approaching men told Naruto this was most defiantly not the time or place to hesitate in his decision making. As quickly as he could, the worried whisker-marked teen scoped his pet off the blood covered grass. "Come on, buddy, we got to get out of here." Hunter could barely muster a soft whimper.
Soon after Naruto turned around to continue his and Hunter's escape, he was subjugated to the sound of three more gunshots.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Unlike the ones that came before, the oncoming bullets were not meant to simply scare the Uzumaki. Each nine-millimeter round found its way into the teen's back.
"NNGH!" During Naruto's shout of pain he involuntary fell forward which caused Hunter to fly from his arms and land a few feet away.
Soon after their target hit the ground, the two well-built Yakuza didn't take very long to make their way over to Naruto's falling form. The chubby gangster would appear two minutes later. "Three times!" The smallest out of the bunch shouted. "You idiots shot our cargo tree times!"
"Don't worry," One of the trigger men said as he walked over to the downed teen. "I'm more than sure we didn't hit anything important." To help prove his point, the man took a switchblade from his pocket and began cutting of Naruto's tank top. "I know thing or two about the human anatomy, so trust...What on earth...?" The moment the tank top was removed, the Yakuza member was offered a clear view of the teen's gunshots wounds rapidly healing.
Through Naruto's eyes the world began to turn blood red and his thoughts began to become filled with violent images. He wanted to see blood, now. "GRRRR!"
'Snakt!' Replacing Naruto's average nails were ten obsidian black talons, his canines also lengthening into a set of terrifying fangs and his eyes becoming pure white.
"My god, he's Mu-!" Before the would-be kidnapper had a chance to finish giving his compatriots a warning about the new developments, Naruto rounded on the man. Like a razor shape knife going through hot butter, Naruto's newly minted talons went through the man's throat with ease.
After seeing how easy the teen dispatched their partner, the two living Yakuza members quickly decided to switch their mission from retrieve to terminate. "Kill that genetic monstrosity!"
"RAAARRGH!" Naruto's consciousness was too far gone to register the bullets that ripped through his flesh; the only thing that mattered was getting his hands bloody.
"Kill it! Kill-urk!" The next to go was the mouthpiece; he was gutted like a trout.
After seeing another of his partners die at the hand of the Uzumaki, the last remaining Yakuza quickly came upon the conclusion that staying and attempting to fight the child will have no positive outcome, so he turned to run. However, before he could make it two feet away from his current position a hand burst through his stomach. No, he didn't immediately fall down, he was trapped in a state of shock, and he couldn't believe what just happen. "..." Wordlessly, he turned to see the teen that just ended his life.
"Grrrr!" Naruto's next attack, which was nothing more than a simple slash, rid the man of the majority of his face. "..." Naruto's chest heaved up and down as he looked around the blood stained area, every other second his hands would twitch violently. Once his eyes landed on Hunter's form, the young teen began to make his way over to his pet, each step he took seemed to bring back pieces of his personality. "Please don't be dead, buddy..." After kneeling near Hunter, Naruto placed a hand on friend's chest. It was faint, but he felt a heartbeat.
"Oh my God no..."
With Hunter in his bloody arms, Naruto turned towards the voice to see his mother looking at the various corpses with a look of shock on her face. "We...We gotta help Hunter..."
And that's that, our first chapter. If you guys liked it, please review. If you hated, well I hope you find something up to your standers elsewhere.
Beta'd by mellra
