Hi. This is just my second SasuNaru story and I'm not yet done with the first because I lack readers. I just wanted to share this story to you before it flew away my head. After this story, I know you'll say I suck as a writer but hey, at least I try to do something I want to do even if I am not good at it.

If you're a homophobe, please don't read further. This story contains boy to boy love. :)

Excuse my bad grammar and I am warning you now, the characters' attitudes/personalities in this story differ from the anime/manga and I will not include everyone here so don't be confused if you won't read about someone from the series. Now, on with the story.

I DO NOT HOLD ANY TYPE OF OWNERSHIP OVER NARUTO AND THE GANG

Full SUMMARY:

He was created to not feel the burning pain of wounds or the dull aches of bruises nor the heavy emotions of a human. He was made to withstand a nuclear explosion.

He's not normal. He's a product of science; an engineered soul within an engineered body. He is not a creation of God; he is only a product of man's insatiable greed for power. And he is created for one purpose: to kill without mercy.

Yes, he is the perfect killing machine. The perfect assassin indeed. But there is one mistake his creators overlooked: inside his unfeeling body is a human's beating heart.

Now, disguised as a student, he entered the school to protect his subject. He knew he'd complete the mission flawlessly but what he didn't expect were the new things that came with letting his subject come close to him.

Read the story and find out how Killing Machine Naruto's past reveal itself and follow his journey towards experiencing the things human calls 'emotions'. And why does he have a human heart?

"What is this? Why do I feel?"

"Why is my heart clenching in pain? Why am I in pain?

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The night is cold and the moons is at its highest. Over one of the tallest building in the city, is a lone man draped in a black cloak and masked in a white fox with red and black emphasizing its sharp features. His spiky hair as red as fresh blood sways with the howling winds with the longer ones that reaches his tailbone caressing his masked face like a rough lover. With the help of the big full moon, a glowing red eye can be seen from one of the eye holes.

He stares intensely at the clock tower opposite his location.

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At the count of ten, the lone figure jumped down, revealing a sword strapped on his black sleeveless tight shirt clad back, two guns strapped on each of his black tight pants covered thigh and on his ankle-high black boots, daggers were hidden.

No one noticed his descent. He blended completely with the shadowed side of the building; like a phantom. Headed straight to his left, he entered the top suite of one of the best hotels in the city through the open balcony.

The man in the bed, Mr. Kimura, sleeps deeply, completely sated after his activities with one of the girls willing to satisfy his hunger with flesh over a good pay. He snuggled deeper on the sheets that was once comfortable and clean-looking; unaware of the danger, unaware of his impending doom.

The cloaked assassin entered the room, the billowing curtains creates an eerie effect, making him look like the grim reaper with his sword on his right hand. He walked slowly, creating the impression that he does not care whether or not the victim will wake and call for help.

Slowly, slowly, he made his way towards the sleeping businessman. He raised his sword slightly. The light from the moon reflected the sword's shine. Then the businessman opened his eyes. Blinking his sleepiness, his eyes grew wide upon seeing the assassin poised to strike him.

"Target Kimura Akito. President and owner of Hashima Enterprises, one of the leading medical company through out the Land of Wind. Acquired power through bribery, murders and forgery. Last victim: Ganta Renji. Tell them it is I who sent you, Kurama." The emotionless voice, cold and cruel, stated in a seemingly robotic way. And without any second to spare, the assassin who calls himself Kurama, swung his sword to slash at the man's body, separating it to two diagonal parts before swinging it again and chopped the head off, with Mr. Kimura's eye slightly rolled in the back of his head. His face contorted with fear. His blade dropped crimson blood on the carpet. His job is done.

"P-p-please d-d-d-don;t k-kill m-me." The woman beside the mangled corpse of the business man, pleads. Her once clean skin splashed in blood. Her shock froze her tongue to scream. But the assassin didn't even gave her glance as he sheathe his now-clean sword before jumping down the building again.

Only then did the woman pierced the night with her terrified scream that woke the entire police department.

TWO YEARS LATER

Sasuke Uchiha is bored. And not just I-don't-have-anything-to-do bored. He is I'm-fuvking-tired-of-this-batshit-life-because-there's-nothing-new-happening bored. A kid born with natural good looks, mysterious aura, genius mind and high pedigree, he's one of the top in the food chain. He's tired with all of the airheads chasing him everywhere. Why can't they leave him alone?He's been shooing them away ever since time immemorial and he doesn't know why they still throw themselves at him.

Sighing again, he let his head drop gracefully but heavily on his long table that its sound reached one of the girls that is actually one of his friends, Sakura at the teacher's table which is at the end of the room and he's at the opposite side.

"What's the matter, prick?" Kiba, one of his friends and a status like him -good looks, wild and playful aura, average mind and high social status- flopped on the chair beside him, that is actually Shikamaru's chair, and pat his shoulder.

"Ugh. None of your business, dog-breath." He answered.

"Man, Kiba. Leave him alone. You know how high that stick on his ass is shoved." Shikamaru drawled out while reading the newspaper, sitting on Kiba's chair which is at the table in Sasuke's front. And before any of them can talk, the ever-lazy Shikamaru stood up hastily and

"Oh shit! That assassin who's been killing high profile businessmen all through the other nations has made his first kill HERE on the Land of Fire and HERE at Konoha no less!" He shouted.

At this, the students who usually don't care about things like newspaper, swarmed at Shikamaru like flies on a rotten meat. Sasuke snorted inwardly at his metaphor. The students buzzed upon the news. Who wouldn't? After five years of the renowned assassin's brutal killings without any clue on who he or she is, a lot of people perceived him as an occult icon. Because the assassin only killed those people who have heavy crimes but can't be put to jail, a lot idolizes him. They even tagged him as someone the gods sent to purify the humanity's sins. One organization even dubbed him as a symbol of change. But a lot fears and hates him. And he is one of those people.

The assassin that called himself Kurama, according to the news about the woman who witnessed his act, but was and still called as Death God Assassin

, is one of the few people that Sasuke hates to his bones. He hates how this someone pretends to b a god. He hates how this someone pass judgment. It may be true that his victims deserves it but if that's the way it is done, then what are the laws and government is for? Can't he just give them the documents and evidences to the law and let the authority handle it?

His train of thoughts were broken when the bell chimed. The students scrambled to their benches and waited for a few minutes for the teacher. This teacher is one of the few people Sasuke hold high regards and respect. Iruka Umino is a teacher you can call as a parent, a best friend and a confidant. He is a gentle soul but a bad ass if provoked. He always knows when you have a problem and he would drop hints that you can talk to him about it. He won't force you and he doesn't pry. Though, the way Iruka always knows creeps Sasuke a bit sometimes.

Today, their teacher wore his happy smiles but beneath it is a hint of sadness and anxiety. Normal people wouldn't know but someone like Sasuke who lived all his life reading his family's emotions beyond the cold facade, reading Iruka is just like reading a book with all the vibrant pictures and graphics.

"Good morning class. So today, a new student arrived and he would be in this class." He started and excited murmurs started.

"Is he a male, Sensei?"

"Is he hot?"

"I wish he's an eye-candy!"

"I hope it's a girl."

"Yeah. A super hot chic."

"Silence, silence." He said gently while smiling. Sasuke saw a glimmer of pride. Whoever this is is someone special if Iruka is proud of him. "I hope you'll be good to him. He is a little, uhmmm, emotionally unstable and he doesn't know how to socialize so I hope you'll help him out. And he's my adopted son." He finished with a big smile.

"Ohh. It's a hottie!"

"Kyaah. I call first dibs on him!"

And Sasuke just rolled his eyes.

"Please come in now, son." Iruka-sensei called.

When the door opened, it revealed a tall male.

And Sasuke swore his heart stopped and his mind froze.

Sasuke is tall but this male is also tall. Perhaps he is taller by half a head. With bright blonde spiky hair, two fringes on each side of his face that reaches below his chin, the longer ones tied on his head's base(1), reaching his tailbone. Two girly but sharp on the edge unexplained-hue-of-blue eyes, lightly tanned skin and a thin but full rose-colored lips and, is that scars?, three thin scars on each soft-looking cheeks combined with the lean and lithe body.

The standard uniform is a long sleeved dress shirt with Konoha Academy's symbol on each cuff and on the right collar, a black vest (waiter-like vest. not the thick vest) with Konoha Academ's symbol on the right breast, below it would be the embroidered name, the black tie with metal edges(2) and black semi-fit dress pants and then black shoes. Everyone wear it but for the girls would be a black pleated skirt that stops two inches above the knee, a white and black striped knee-high socks and black shoes.

They always think they look like waiters but looking at it being worn by the new student, they feel like looking at a model-worthy material with the opened top buttons that shows some chest and skin, untucked dress shirt and un-buttoned vest. On his neck is a necklace(3)

Sasuke knows he is straight but looking at the man in front, that drool-worthy body and the very pleasing to the eye face, he's beginning to enter a mid-life crisis.

"I am Naruto Uzumaki. 16 years of age. Nice to meet you." And a raspy, eargasming(4), low voice.

But despite his polite words, his tone sounds cold, distant, fear-inducing and unreachable. He looked around, like he's searching for someone when those blue eyes, cold, cruel and monotonic, locked with his own.

Right then, Sasuke felt his boredom fade away.

'Target locked. Commencing mission's objective.'

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And that's it for our long Prologue.

1. The fringes would be like Minato Namikaze's hair. The longer ones, please refer to Rokudo Mukuro's hair. You know, how his long hair was tied at the base of his head. Or please just search for TYL Tsunayoshi Sawada and look for the fan arts where some of his hair are longer. Tsunayoshi and Mukuro came from Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

2. Please look for Yashiro Isana's tie. Yashiro Isana came from the anime K or K Project.

3. Naruto's necklace.

4. I know that's not a word but come on, live a little.

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