Orochimaru grinned as he pressed his face closer to the glass panel that was the one-sided window into the pure white room where a single child resided, a single hatch to give the child books to increase it's knowledge being the only opening. The experiment was a strange one, even for him. He truly wanted to know what would happen should a human have the least amount of influence as possible. The child, being 6, just sat there. Orochimaru even removed the influence of taste, feeding the child when it was asleep through a tube. The child, a male, just sat there, reading the book he was given for the day. At first, the boy showed emotion, but it rapidly, and when Orochimaru said rapidly, he meant it, disappeared. The boy no longer showed emotion. Of course, this was because of Orochimaru, who had injected the boy with a chemical compound he created that neutralized the emotional part of the boy's brain.
Today, Orochimaru was excited. He had given the boy a scroll on the Shunshin jutsu, wanting to see if the boy had any increased ability with jutsu or chakra.
The Room.
The boy picked up the new book for today. But, it was a scroll. The boy wasn't interested, or confused, considering he couldn't feel either of those. He was just there, existing, and his mind had deduced that the hatch was his only source of knowledge. Though, his mind was always trying to find a reason as to why he never had to worry about food, or nourishment, and the boy knew that he needed nourishment, as he had read books on human anatomy, highly detailed books. He opened the scroll with a neutral speed and face, not too fast or too slow.
He had learned everything through books, including language and general knowledge, meaning he had an incredibly strange way of saying things. Something that made Orochimaru giggle, he had created an entirely new dialect after all. That's besides the point, considering as the boy read through the scroll with a neutral expression and speed. Orochimaru had rewritten the scroll so that it was as neutral as the boy was, a brief explanation, giving only the needed information. The boy stood, going through the hand-seals described in the scroll at, you guessed it, a neutral pace before doing as he was told to do with the chakra substance that was described briefly in a short explanation before the scroll described the jutsu.
"Shunn-shen. Juht-sue." The boy spoke in a neutral tone, his strange dialect making Orochimaru giggle mentally. Immediately, the boy began disappearing only to reappear in a random part of the room, eyes flashing what could have been considered interest if he were able to feel that. And so, the rest of his days were filled with the child randomly disappearing all over the room, at a proficiency that Orochimaru had never seen with the jutsu, even from the likes of Shisui Uchiha. And the boy could pull off the jutsu as many times as he seemingly wanted, if he could possess something akin to want. But, Orochimaru never felt a fluctuation in chakra either, which intrigued him. Orochimaru slightly worried that since the boy just awoke his chakra that he would be able to sense anyone within a proximity of the room, so he had everything moved further from the room.
Some time later.
Orochimaru was funneling jutsu after jutsu into the boy's hatch, day by day. It seemed that if a human was raised with absolutely no influence, they were incredibly good with jutsu. Of course, he never gave the child anything that could possibly damage the room, as that would be troublesome. He grinned, looking at the child with keen interest as he began to float around the room, constantly repeating a low-powered wind jutsu to float around the room. His eyes lit up the first time the child had done that, considering the jutsu was widely considered useless, but the child's unorthodox mind had come up with a smart and potentially useful way to use the jutsu. Suddenly, the boy, after using the wind jutsu, used the shunshin to teleport in front of the area where he had used the wind jutsu, and used a jutsu called "Bellowing Wind" to create sound using an open mouth and wind chakra, before using Shunshin to teleport to where he started and used "Wind Push" to push himself towards the area that all of his movement was based on.
"Oooohoohoo! It seems that our little experiment here can already form tactics despite not having read a single book on tactics!" Orochimaru practically yelled, cackling after he was done. It seems his experiment would be well worth the time he was putting into it.
Year 7.
The boy felt it. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could feel something similar to the essence inside him directly to the left of his eyesight. The boy stood up, and felt something odd happen to the other essence to his left. It started moving faster, swirling with something similar to excitement. He had been given a dictionary one day, and it would be hard to find a word he didn't know.
The boy felt as if he could grip the essence, and so he decided to attempt to do so. He walked as close to the essence as he could, noting how it slowed down slightly. Like it was worried. The boy felt as if he was close enough, pressing his face on the wall, before he attempted to grip the essence, his hand moving to match his mind's actions.
Outside the room.
Orochimaru's eyes widened slightly when the child's head turned to look at him, pure neutrality in it's eyes. Orochimaru felt excited, perhaps the child had actually unlocked sensory abilities, but then the child began walking towards him, pressing it's face against the wall that was secretly a one-sided window, staring directly into Orochimaru's eyes unknowingly, it was very unnerving, even for a shinobi such as Orochimaru. But then, came something that terrified him to no end. Orochimaru felt his chakra, his life essence, the very thing that allowed him to become what he was today, get gripped.
Unknown amount of time later.
Minato Namikaze was not expecting the scene he came to upon entering the hidden compound that they discovered Orochimaru had two weeks prior. First of all, the entire compound lacked any chakra, not even the small amounts that normally were left lingering in nature. As they entered the compound, it began to slowly fill with chakra, but upon entry Minato and his team of ANBU had been terrified at what this could've meant. Could Orochimaru have found a way to completely remove chakra from both the environment and living subjects? They pushed on regardless, though with a little stealthier attempt, their belief that they could just plow through the compound destroying anything in their path long forgotten. Stupid belief anyway, even Orochimaru was known to not be able to control some of his test subjects.
Everything was dead in the compound. Every monster, every skeletal-like being, every scientist, every grunt, even Orochimaru was found to be dead. But, there wasn't any blood in the compound at all. But, they quickly deduced that the deaths were caused by having absolutely no chakra, which would be impossible unless they all used literally all of their chakra, which would've been impossible anyway as eventually the coils would hurt so bad that someone, even a person with the best pain tolerance possible, wouldn't be able to move. Their muscles would be on fire, considering that since they were saturated in chakra since birth, the sudden removal of said chakra would be painful, meaning that the entire body would have that pain on top of the pain in the coils. Any human would simply pass out from the pain.
Minato had his ANBU agents make sure this was the real Orochimaru, after all it could be some incredibly odd way to fake a death. But, when the DNA results returned 1 week after the raid, it came back as positive. Even Tsunade had personally checked the results. Doing a triple-check to make sure the mad man was truly dead. The autopsy had been, revealing. Orochimaru had done many, many things to his body in the years of his life. But, perhaps the most interesting find, was what appeared to be a white room that had a massive opening ripped in the side of it, right next to Orochimaru's body. It had a single hatch, and a single bed. There was only a single mentioning of what was in the room, referring to whatever it was as the child. They believed it was this child that was the cause of Orochimaru's death, as the only sentence they found about it was: "The Child shows good prowess with jutsu." Parts of Orochimaru's archives were missing, leading the investigation team to believe that whatever documents Orochimaru had on this experiment were taken or destroyed.
With the boy.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do, or even what he was going to do when he attempted to grip the essence. But, with it came something he had never felt before, emotion. He had felt excitement, even if it was very diluted. Probably from the neutralizing agent he had read about in the snake man's documents on him. It turns out his life was one big experiment. No one really knew what it could do, most believed he would never function according to the personal notes from many of the scientists that had monitored him. But they had all gotten excited when he was given those scrolls. But, the boy truly had only killed them because it had made him feel something, which he had no memories of whatsoever.
His eyes burned with the experience of new colors besides white, brown, and tan. And perhaps some gray and black, but that was besides the point. Quickly, he found that since most of his life he had been under the effects of the neutralizing agent going directly to the part of his brain responsible for emotion, that the only emotions he felt were extremes once it wore off. And they were rare, the causes at times random. But there were a few constants. Manipulating chakra, which he learned the name of soon after his escape since practically everyone preached about it, gave him an immense feeling of excitement. However, it only happened when the chakra wasn't his. Second, snakes gave him a heavy nostalgic feeling, as his mind had linked snakes to his time in the room. Third, books practically demanded that he read them, and he had a strong urge to read when he saw books. Libraries were death traps for him.
Fourth, the color white gave him an immense feeling of boredom, which he quickly decided was his least favorite emotion. And those were pretty much the only times he felt emotion. Many had questioned if he was a shinobi, which he had immediately questioned them on what these shinobi were. Many laughed at him, walking away like it was a joke. He still hadn't gotten the answer to his question. The boy didn't know what his date of birth was, but he decided it would be the day he finally felt something. August 18th. And, it had officially been a full year since he had felt that tiny spark of emotion. He was, by Orochimaru's calculations, 7 years of age now. He still didn't know what a shinobi was, or why many people laughed at him when he asked the question. He had taken to living in the forests surrounding a small town called Chiwa, which he learned was on the border of Fire Country and Wind Country.
He lived by killing wild animals that ventured too close to his tree. Of which was decorated with skins and wood he had cut. The books Orochimaru made him read were godsends he decided shortly after he began living in the woods. He had crafted himself a nice little house in the tree, which he planned to expand for the hell of it. Though, he had only built the house after he fell out of the tree and broke his arm, which he promptly healed with healing jutsu. Truly, why didn't more people practice it if it was so useful? A broken arm fixed like that. Well, most of what he knew was from his time in Orochimaru's experiment, but some things he learned from the moderately sized library in Chiwa.
He still hadn't decided what to call himself. He felt no need for a name. Other than a way to identify himself, it served no purpose. In his opinion anyway. Though, many villagers had taken to calling him blondie. When questioned on their reasoning for this, a woman pulled out a mirror to show him his face. Well, he was a boy with an oval face and straight pale blond hair that ended around his shoulders. Actually, said woman practically begged him as to what he used to get his hair so, as she called it, pretty. He replied that he simply did nothing to it, before turning around and walking back into his forest. Now, every woman in the village practically worshipped his hair.
But that's besides the point. Currently, we find the no-named subject of our story staring emotionless at a deer that he planned to skin and eat. Chakra was an amazing thing. He could use the chakra of the creature he killed to cook it, heating it up from inside out. Perfectly cooked. The boy began to feel immense excitement as he rushed the deer, holding his hand out before pulling it back to him, as if he was gripping something imaginary. The deer seized up, it's chakra flaring at levels of a genin, before it's chakra turned against it, turning toxic and crushing it's brain when it solidified in it's cranium in the form of crystals.
The boy walked over to the now dead deer, excitement slowly leaving his system as he crouched down and began to skin the deer, before jumping forward and spinning in the air to look at the person that had just tried to gut him. "Who are you?" The boy questioned, still unable to feel emotion. But, perhaps this would be a new cause for one, since he had never fought another human since he escaped. The person was grinning maniacally, staring at him with excited eyes. He was hunched over, a hatchet where the boy's head would've been. But, the boy could feel his chakra a mile away, and simply waited for his intentions. The chakra was sporadic, crazed. The man was most certainly insane in some way.
He was wearing a tan shirt, blue jeans, and black boots, with a black apron over everything. The boy's eyes narrowed dangerously. So this was the fabled serial killer of Chiwa. "Hehehehahahhaha! I'm gonna chop you to pieces!" The serial killer screamed, rushing the boy. Said pale-blond boy just stared at him with cold eyes, jumping back and dodging the many hatchet slashes that could severely injure him. However, what the boy hadn't planned on is the man throwing the hatchet, causing the weapon to embed itself in his stomach.
"Heheheahahhahahaha! Such a feisty little prey you were! Now it's time to gut you like the prudent little fish-cake you are!" The man shouted, pulling another hatchet off of a leather holster for the weapon on his back. The boy grit his teeth, pulling the original hatchet out and immediately jumping back, his hand glowing green as the wound closed with speed unseen in the medical world. He grinned excitedly as he felt the man's chakra immediately start to flow with a new fervor all over his pathways. He shook a little, excitement was his favorite emotion.
"AHHAhahahahhehehe… So the prey suddenly becomes that much harder to skin… hehehe…" The serial killer laughed hysterically, giggling at the prospect of a challenge. The boy couldn't hold back, his hand gripping something that should be in his palm but in truth was in his own prey's body. The killer seized up, it felt as if a phantom hand had gripped his soul. "Hehehe… wh-what is this feeling you give me!?" He shouted, laughing a little due to sheer insanity. The boy dropped down from the tree he had taken rest in, a grin plastered on his face that could rival the insanity driven one of his opponent.
"Oh, that? Well, personally I've never felt it, but it's just me holding your chakra. Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." The boy finished, laughing before he closed his fist. The Serial Killer didn't believe the boy, until his coils suddenly imploded, his body crunching inwards before expelling outwards as his chakra flew out of his every tenketsu point, flowing towards the boy. The boy laughed in pure excitement as the now glowing blue chakra swirled all around him in just as excited a manner. Slowly, he let the chakra integrate itself into his system. He shook in pure euphoria. 5th emotion, pleasure. Cause? Siphoning a dead body of it's chakra and integrating it into his system.
The boy came down from his high, walking over to the head of the man. He crouched down, the man was a brunette with green eyes. "Ya know, I have to thank you. You have revealed two things to me," The boy began, emotionless once again. "You have revealed a 5th emotion, as well as a name for me. Naruto. I personally felt attatched to this name when you said fishcake." The newly named Naruto stated, walking away from the clearing in pure emotionless drive to simply go home.
The Next Day, Naruto's Tree.
Naruto. Weird name, but it was a name. Something to identify himself with. He fondly remembered the feeling he got when he integrated that man's chakra into his own coils. Pure euphoria. He needed more of his emotions, they just felt so good. So different than what he was used to, nothing. He needed the excitement of a kill, the thrilling emotions leading up to the pure euphoria when he was rewarded with the siphoning of their chakra. He pulled himself out of the hammock made of deer skins, and climbed down his tree. Surely there were bounties in this town right? Or a bounty office? Or anything?
That night.
Naruto shivered in excitement when he felt his prey's chakra. Their reserves were much larger than his own, and yet still smaller than Orochimaru's. He was following the man through the bushes, crawling on all fours to keep as low to the ground as possible. He wanted to use the man's chakra against him so badly, but waited for the right moment. He wanted to feel his prey's fear, feel his prey's final emotions as he began to realize what he was up against, a monster.
Takeshi Honaka scowled as he continued to walk down the dirt path from a small village known as Chiwa towards Sunagakure, considering that he now had a bounty set out on him from Konoha. Fucking tree-huggers. He was a deserter from Konoha because his team was found brutally murdered by the Kumo Ambassador that was supposedly going to sign a peace treaty, but instead tried to steal a Hyuuga heir. He was pissed that Konoha allowed this to happen to his team. They did nothing wrong god damnit! They protected their village until the very end! But, Takeshi couldn't protect a village that allowed such an obvious betrayal to happen. Kumo would never ally with a village that was lead by the Yellow Flash! And Iwa would've given up their treaty if they actually signed with Konoha, and Kumo had always wanted the Byakugan!
Takeshi just grunted, his anger clouding the fact that he could sense a genin-level chakra signature slowly approaching him from behind. However, he did grip the hand that tried to grip his throat, throwing the owner over his shoulder before forcing himself down onto the assailant with his knee, pinning them down. "Oi! Who the fuck do you think you are tryna' snap my neck!?" Takeshi growled, glaring at the boy with womanly hair. The boy shivered, presumably in fear. Takeshi was kinda sad, until the boy grinned. "I'm Naruto, your predator." As the boy finished, he shunshined and began flashing through handseals. Takeshi jumped into the air and flew through handsigns, before shouting "Katon: Grand Fireball!" A massive blazing orange fury was suddenly blasted towards Naruto, who stopped his handseals and held his hand up, making a gripping motion before the fire curved around his body, redirecting itself towards Takeshi.
The ex-chunin of Konoha was caught off-guard, allowing the fiery inferno to engulf him in it's heat. "Aaargh!" Takeshi yelled out, feeling his body burn under the heat until the fireball passed, dispersing into the air behind him. He fell to the ground, grunting when the dirt aggravated his recently acquired burns. He watched the boy approach, his shivering getting more intense until he was shaking like a leaf once he kneeled straddled the man, gripping his vest and pulling his head off the ground to pierce his soul with his swirling eyes. Takeshi noted they were white, with blue swirling sporadically throughout his iris. A black outline separating the iris from the sclera, reminding him faintly of the Hyuuga.
"You're chakra, it'll be mine!" Naruto shouted, gripping the man's head and forcing the man's chakra to drain into his hand. Takeshi's screams echoed into the night.