Please note: This fanfiction contains strong language, high levels of gore, scenes of rape, and the themes of child abuse and human trafficking. It's rated M for a reason ¬¬

Big thanks to Beta-kun for checking it all up for me XD

Disclaimer: I only own the storyline and plot of this fanfiction. The characters are the rightful property of their creator.

The Trade

Opening Part I

The soft beep of the digital heartbeat soothed the awoken child, almost lulling him into another dreamless sleep, were it not for the sudden whoosh and whir as a security camera appeared to meet his blue eyes, unnatural thanks to the experiments that gave birth to him. A helpless gurgle escaped the infant's lips, as the sound of expensive shoes against the floor was audible, as well as the slight scent of disinfectant and chemicals on his lab coat. The shoes squeaked as they stopped in front of the child, and tears came to his eyes as a plea for safety, a fearful cry sounding throughout the room.

"Subject 9: Mark 27…" came the reply, as the stranger studied a clipboard, reading off facts of the infant. His eyes widened. "Full regenerative ability already…"

The infant showed a smile at the mention of his 'name', and looked into the stranger's face, wishing to be held, yet he did not expect to be lifted by the camera's robotic arm. Arms stretched out, exposing his soft stomach, a small gasp was forced out of him at the roughness of the technology that had cared for him his whole, albeit short, life. His cries intensified as cold metal was pressed to the warm flesh of his belly, and his body was held rigid, the camera staring at the gun at his stomach.

"3…2…1." As the scientist pulled the trigger, the gun exploded into life, kicking the bullet into the gut of the child. The child screamed in agony, tears at full flow, as the bullet ripped through his small torso, breaking from his back and burying itself into the cot. The scientist inspected the damage, and smiled as the muscle knitted itself together almost instantly, camera watching almost intensely. A hand activated a small handheld voice recorder; "Test, regeneration ability. Subject, 9: Mark 27. Result; completely hea… fuck… scratch it, some scarring although no other visible damage."

The child continued his pained howls as he fell into its cot, dropped from a height by the mechanical arms. Lying in his own warm sticky blood, he bawled, wanting love and care from anybody, he didn't care who. His cries continued as the scientist left the room in a hurry, having noticed that he was stood in front of the only living child in the room. Around him were 49 other cots, occupied by 49 pieces of rotting meat … each cot bearing the words "Konoha Company Kyubi research".

~~~20 Years Later ~~~

"Fuck me…" were the first words spoke as the tape froze, giving the three spectators a chance to take in the final scene; a young boy in a pool of blood in a cold sterile cot.

An awkward silence ensued, followed by a sigh, and the rustle of clothes as one of the three stood up. "I'll be gone a while, need to think things over… thanks again, you've been a good help…"

"No problem, anything to help a fellow mod," the third yawned, stretching as he too stood up and walked over to the door, holding it open for the guest. "Take care, Uzumaki."

Naruto nodded his approval and walked into the dirty grey street. "You too, Kakashi-sensei."

"You know you shouldn't call me that. We officially don't know each other, right?"

Naruto allowed himself a smile. "Yeah, sure," he managed before leaving, the door closing behind him, his head heavy with thoughts as he digested what he just watched. His hand reached unconsciously at his stomach, a spiral scar hidden under his orange jacket, and gingerly touched the scar, tracing the bump around. Naruto sighed, and headed to his apartment, dodging traffic and cursing at the peddlers as they asked if he'd buy their stock today. He unlocked his door, throwing his trench coat to the floor as he kicked off his combat boots. Naruto lay on his bed, head on hands. 'Konoha… Why is it always Konoha?'

His eyes closed and he slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep, only to be woken what seemed to be minutes later. His phone was buzzing angrily at him as he woke bleary eyed.

"What?"

"Hey Naruto."

"Oh, Shikarmaru. What do you want?" Naruto managed, cursing as he noticed his split lip. 'Fucking canines…'

"Got the intel you wanted on Neko-King. He's a tough one, but he likes to hang at Ebisu's Club, so there's your best shot."

"Ebisu's? Isn't that a Mod strip club?" Naruto sat upright, his head buzzing with the thought of the job ahead.

"Yeah, seems this Dealer loves that kind of stuff as much as his customers. I got to head off now, dude. We should meet up sometime or something, Ino hasn't seen you in a while."

"I'm counting that to be a good thing in all honesty," Naruto replied as he hung up. He chuckled, giving a small sigh and shaking his head. "Why do I get the perverted ones?"

~~~3 Hours later, Ebisu's Club~~~

Naruto groaned at the empty glass before him, looking lazily at the scantily clad bunny girl in front of him. "Another, please." She noticed him as he spoke, and he handed his glass to her. As their eyes connected, hers showed slight shock at how unnatural his were.

"You're a Mod, right?" she asked as Naruto's vodka was poured.

"Huh?"

"A Mod. Y'know, a Modified human?" she asked again, handing over the drink.

"Yep, one of these-" he gestured to the variously clothed girls dancing for the pleasure of the perverts, desperate for a touch of their authentic rabbit ears, or the cat's tail that was truly the girl's own. "Only, I'm just a little different…"

The bar girl leaned closer to Naruto's face, "How so?" she asked, trying her best to show as much cleavage as possible.

Naruto showed her a coy smile and replied "That's a secret. If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He smiled, making it sound as much of a joke as he could, a hand reaching for the grip of his hidden M9 pistol. He sighed in relief as she turned away to serve someone else, and took another look at the crowd, studying every face for his target. His eyes fell on two newcomers, one short wearing a cream suit with small round spectacles, the other a taller, bald, well muscled bodyguard, obviously at unease in such a place like Ebisu's.

"Dammit. I hate these freakin' complications," he muttered as he left his money on the counter and walked over to the two. The bodyguard automatically moved in front of his charge, and gave an aggressive air.

"What do you want?" he asked straight off.

"Nothing with you. I was just wondering if I could have a little chat with your buddy here, in plain sight of course," Naruto replied. "I mean, I may have a proposition for the Neko-King."

Both men raised an eye brow in surprise, "You know my name?" the smaller of the two inquired. "How?"

Naruto laughed and replied "Oh, I'm well connected. For example, I know you're buying from Konoha Co, and I want in."

Neko-King shivered at the news, "You've got a good set of eyes and ears, my friend. So, what's this proposition then?"

Naruto smiled evilly, "Tell me everything about your part of the trade, and I won't have to put a bullet in your head, now will I?" Pulling out his M9 and pressing it to the bodyguard's head, he motioning for the Mods to get out, along with their drooling customers.

"O-ok, no need for the threats, all friends here mate." Neko-King stammered as his bodyguard grimaced at his own stupidity. "What do you want to know? And how about you take the two girls from my stock? I can get you ones that are pretty young you know."

"Shut the fuck up, you sick bastard." Naruto laughed at him, what was an expensive looking don had been reduced to a pathetic shell of a man with nothing to guard him but his costly suit. Naruto decided to intimidate him some more by smashing the bodyguard in the temple with his gun, now turning to wave it in the face of the King as his last lifeline crumpled to the floor. Naruto drew his face an inch of two away from the King's. "WHO IS SUPPLYING YOU REALLY?! CUZ KONOHA WOULDN'T FUCK AROUND WITH LOWLIVES THAT CAN'T EVEN PAY A FUCKING DEBT!!"

"MADARA UCHIHA!" Neko-King yelled, tears pouring in fear as he tried to struggle away from blond, who happened to be enjoying the show of how his feigned anger was slowly breaking the Neko-King. "Madara's planning some new project… t-t-t-t-that's all I know… p-p-p-please d-d-don't kill me…"

"Madara's dead, burnt alive by Impure Hyugas 5 years ago, nothing could've survived that blaze." Naruto spat back. His anger was false no more; due to the lies he was being told.

"N-n-no, he used Uchiha cells and repaired his body, h-he's only just alive… I swear," the trembling Dealer replied, catching his second wind as he noticed a tiny movement.

Naruto clutched at his head in sudden pain, clenching his eyes shut, as flashes of himself being shot over and over again came to mind. His arms covered in blood, the 8 other survivors, the scientists…Naruto opened his eyes, only to see his own blood dripping from his shirt. He slowly looked down, to see the bodyguard aiming a gun at him.

"Fuck. Y'know, I had hoped I wouldn't have to waste a bullet on you, big guy.' Naruto threw Neko-King to the ground as his stomach wound healed.

Genuine fear could be seen in the now quivering bodyguard's eyes. "What the fuck are you?" The attempted killer whispered, only to have his forehead kiss the back of his skull and fly out with the bullet that started the process, his blood redecorating the floor. Naruto turned to look Neko-King in the eyes. All the King could do was cry, as he saw the look on the boy's face tell a story of hatred, malice and a desire for vengeance.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki. I am one of the last pure battle mods in existence, ex-merchandise of Konoha Co and a gun for hire. Neko-King, I execute you not for your crimes against human and modified kind, not for your sick ways, but because you're late on your debt to the Proctors' Bounty Agency. Justice is a fucked up thing, ain't it?" He spoke as he blew the head off the short Dealer's body, caking a wall in blood and gore. Naruto stood in the mess he made and looked around, hearing the sound of sirens.

"Aww… Shit."

~~~3 Hours Later, Proctors' Bounty Agency~~~

Naruto leaned back in the leather chair, facing his boss and preparing himself for the worst. He studied her desk, littered with papers as well as a large parcel with his name on it. He reached out to grab it leading to a needle to slam through his hand, a small trickle of blood oozing out.

"Ow." Came the sarcastic response as his skin healed and hid the tell-tale damage.

"Damn right that should hurt, idiot!" Anko fumed, pulling the dango needle out. "What the hell were you thinking in there?! If they ever linked you to us, Konoha would have us all wiped out in five seconds flat!"

"They won't link me to you guys," Naruto waved away the tinge of pain in his hand as he spoke, glaring at his boss. "Besides, the Proctors are too well known an agency for Konoha to launch an open attack. We nearly done here? I'm starving…"

All thoughts of food were driven from Naruto's mind as Anko's fist connected with his stomach, the wind pushed out as well. Strangely, what followed this act of violence was a glance at the floor and an upset look which suddenly fell across Anko's face.

"Don't be stupid Uzumaki… you may be immortal, but these people… my people, aren't. Now get lost, we're done here…" Anko murmured and turned to hide the slightest glint of tear. Naruto took the hint, his money and the package, and left quietly.

"Even a bullet to the head can kill someone like me…" he managed to say, before the door closed.

~~~That night, Naruto's apartment~~~

Naruto,

If you've received this letter and the package then I have died. Sorry to say, but hopefully I died honourably and not by being strangled in a bar room fight, not that that would surprise you, right? Enclosed with this letter is my prized "Rasengan" gun. I hope you can put it to good use. Also, keep your wits about you. Konoha has begun to do some odd things as of late, the most recent being a mass firing of all their security staff.

Be careful,

Jiraiya

Naruto sat next to the letter on his bed, cradling the custom pistol in his hands. He bit his lip hard, and fought back the tears as memories of his former teacher and saviour came to life in his mind's eye. He heaved a sigh and stood up, placing Rasengan into a holster on his belt next to its new brother gun, hidden under his coat. Naruto looked up slowly, glaring at the door. Blood was streaming down from his lips, his teeth now embedded in them, the rhythmic beating like bloody raindrops echoed throughout his apartment.

"Madara…"