Luc de'Lireon: Well, I can honestly say it's been a long time since I updated, or added any story at all for that matter, but now I am back. For how long? Not sure, but at least I've typed out something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or inFAMOUS, if i owned either of those...I wouldn't be on here...ever.
High Voltage
How it happened, no one can be sure. Two-thirds of the village lay wasted, a mere crater left in it's wake. As it seems, there were no survivors after the explosion, all except one. A boy of no older than five sat unconscious in the midst of it all. Ninja upon ninja gather to survey the damage, even an old monkey like me couldn't keep away from such a catastrophe sight.
It was noon that day when I burst through the hospital doors carrying the young boy in my arms, demanding that they admit him on the grounds of termination if they thought or said otherwise. No one dared argue, yet I saw in their eyes they held a deep resentment towards my request. Who could blame them? For five years ago this boy was labeled a martyr by the village for something he could not control. The villagers, blinded by their grief and hatred would, over the course of those years, beat him to the brink of death on so many occasions.
As I watched the boy lay motionless on a hospital bed, I relived the gruesome spectacle that led up to that moment. His little legs running with all their might, chest wheezing…begging for rest, for a decent amount of air. Absolute fear etched into his eyes, a sight I regret each time I witness it. Ducking through alleyways, dashing across streets he fled, until he had run out of luck, a dead end was his final destination. His pursuers could not be lost. A mob no more than twenty-three farm-tool-toting civilians could be clearly made out as they rounded the corner, spotting their prey, creeping ever closer. Voices cannot be heard through my crystal ball, but I can most assuredly say that they were calling him "demon" a dozen times before the beating started. I could see blow after blow, stab after stab, his mute screams; it was all just too much that I just had to look away.
Then I felt it, the surge of power, it was so potent that it shook the very ground itself. I looked back at the crystal ball, only to be nearly blinded by a bright light. Jumping from my desk to check the window, I saw it…a mass of energy expanding from where he was being tortured. My first thought was that the mighty and feared Kyuubi no Kitsune had taken over the boy, but as soon as my fears started to surface, the dome of energy receded. There and then I could feel no trace of the Kyuubi, I checked the crystal ball and it sat there…blank. I feared the worst as I sprang from the rooftops, at high speeds hoping to find a trace.
Four days had passed since then and yet still not a sign of waking. I never left his side, sleep would not take me until I knew he was alright, and just as I was about to give up hope, I heard a gasp, my head turned to see him wide awake. There were no words to express the joy I felt, and yet also the guilt when I had to tell him the devastation news. His chakra coils could no longer be used, they were fried, his dreams of being a ninja were gone, or so we thought.
Another day had gone by and I had dropped by to visit like I always promised I would, but this day would prove to be anything but normal. Doctors were scattering, nurses running for their lives, the source of which coming from the boy's room. Sprinting to see what was causing the panic, I came upon something I will never forget. The sight of a scared boy, sending electrical charges about the room, hospital equipment being destroyed, or drained of power, lights dimmed and flickered. I had to calm him down before things got out of hand.
Weeks went by, and soon he was able to control the electrical output, as well as intake. I would watch as he practiced on the hospital roof shooting makeshift targets. It started out that he could only conduct a single shot before having to rest, but as those weeks went by he managed to produce a seemingly endless volley, only needing to recharge after using anything more powerful. What amazed me further was that even though there were moments of being completely devoid of energy himself, it only took anything electrical he could find to drain to regain energy. Not only that, but it seemed as if any wound sustained would be healed, yet after decisive examination neither I, nor anyone of the Yamanaka, could find a trace of Kyuubi. It's as if it had been destroyed from the inside. Perhaps it disintegrated in the blast, or by some sheer twist of fate, it had grown fed up with the beatings and sacrificed itself to get revenge, inadvertently giving the child these amazing abilities.
Five years had passed, and still he progresses his skills, inventing new ways to use his powers. I had once caught him sliding along the power lines around the village. Another instance I had seen him throwing what seemed like…timed electrical pulses which acted like specially made explosion tags. I once made the mistake of agreeing to be a guinea pig for one of his experiments, of which had me electrically shackled to a wall. I learned not to agree to such things again. My most heart stopping moments were when he decided to jump off the monument, thankfully he can survive dizzying drops such as those, and yet when next he tried it again he glided down. My eyes couldn't get any wider.
And then came the day when he asked me to enroll him in the ninja academy. At first I thought to reject that request, but after rethinking it, I gave him the opportunity. Chakra coils or not, if he had abilities to contribute, who was I to deny it?
Now it has been three years, he's failed the academy twice, and at first I thought it was because he wasn't trying, but further study had me realize that the teachers were to blame. One year had a teacher completely ignore him; the second year had a teacher give the boy chuunin level tests. It was unacceptable. I had made sure those two were demoted without question. This year I needed to carefully pick who would teach the child's class.
It is now nearing the third graduation attempt, and I am hoping it will be fruitful. I've watched this boy grow from a bundle, to a thirteen-year old blonde, blue-eyed young man. A survivor of two tragedies, to gain abilities one can only dream of. I can almost be sure that the day will come, when the world shall know the name…Naruto Uzumaki.
Luc de'Lireon: It should be painfully obvious who is narrating in this prologue. Anyway...I'm tired...and heading to bed. This is Luc de'Lireon saying "Good write...good night!"