Spectral Magnetism

I got the idea for this from the fanfic "Broken" by "ThePaleMongrel".

A Naruto fanfic – OC Male character

"Speech"

"Specialized Technique/Jutsu"

'Thoughts'

Flashbacks

Konoha – Hi no Kuni

A raven haired youth, no older than eight, glared at the pale, golden eyed man with oily black hair. His irises were a dark shade of indigo barely a shade shy of the distinctive charcoal color of the well known Uchiha Clan, of which he was a member. They faded to a deep midnight blue near his pupils, though he had blood trickling from numerous cuts on his shoulders, arms, forearms and the backs of his hands as well as the left corner of his mouth. He wore a ragged smock that barely would have passed as pitiful hospital gown. He had olive skin reminiscent of his maternal grandmother's Uzumaki lineage.

Intriguingly, his mother's grandmother was an Uzumaki, while his father was a Kaguya, and his mother, and Uchiha, making him related through three very powerful and distinctive clans. "You won't get away with this, Hebi yarō," he spat, wincing. His entire body ached from the most recent injections, though he really didn't like the look that the infamous scientist Orochimaru was giving him. "Most intriguing. All of my systems showed that the nano-machines were infusing your muscles and bones, yet as a result, they seemed to weaken your chakra network. I must admit, I am curious why, despite my sensors claiming you have little to no chakra, you are so resistant to injuries," the Sanin hissed, sounding thoughtful as he stared at the youth. 'Unfortunately,' he mused, 'these rather irritating experiments have made him useless as a host for my spirit, though I will have the Sharingan, one way or another. It is most likely he will never awaken it at all, as his mother claimed,' the Sanin thought. He shrugged as he turned away slowly, sealing the cell behind him, uncaring if the child died slowly or not. If anything, he would be just another child missing, unnoticed in the world.

Misheru's eyes narrowed, wincing as he shifted his weight, noticing it was greater than he was used to. A very faint smirk crossed his face as he thought of the most recent experiments. His gaze rose to the cell door as he exhaled softly.

A few hours before…

"His convulsions are throwing off the needles! Restrain him!" a panicked voice shouted as the metal laced bindings around the eight year old loosened, then tightened again, his muscles tensing and relaxing uncontrollably. Deep within his mind, however, something extremely unexpected was happening.

Deep within his mind, Misheru grimaced as he walked through the canyon, frowning as he noticed dim light ahead that opened into a moonlit gorge with three beings looking into it, where black energy was lashing out uncontrollably. "Niartser eht ssenkrad, esiar eht thgil," a feminine voice snapped as arcane rings in no less than a dozen layers and increasing complexity flared before settling over the gash within the mindscape, though startlingly, however, the dark energy didn't resist being restrained as it seemed to settle down, the energy 'pooling' into a broad lake deep within the gorge. "It seems we are not alone, my friends. So, you are the one chosen to be our legacy. I doubt that Logan would prefer my company, though with that unusual energy, it is better to remain with one whom you do not trust than one you do not know, yes?" a man with graying brown hair said rhetorically, his deep gray eyes sliding from the gorge to lock onto Misheru. Misheru flinched a bit as memories that made no sense flashed through his mind, though he didn't see the man's face tighten as the child's own memories, including the most recent ones, flared through his mind as well. "This is going to be fun. At least I'm not stuck with a stubborn control freak like Bruce. I'm Zatanna Zaterra, magician extraordinaire and skilled mystic sorceress," the woman said with a broad grin. She looked no older than her early twenties, though Misheru didn't look at her but a few times, his cheeks darkening with color. "So…. Ugh… who are you?" he said shyly. "Eric Lensherr, while the gruff cigar smoker is James Howlett," the man with graying brown hair said as he removed the odd helmet he wore, the segmented black and dark red armor he wore rustling softly, while the black and gray jumpsuit the other man wore rustled as he turned his head. "Hope you can hold your own in a fight, midget," James said gruffly. "That seal I placed has two major functions. It allows you to draw upon our powers as needed, though it has, at the moment, six main levels and so, six parts of our strength within it with each releasing more to use in succession. You'll have to learn my unique way of using the mystic arts, however… which is saying things backwards. It's fun to use, though," Zatanna said cheerfully with a grin as she hugged the child, looking amused as he tentatively hugged her back. James frowned slightly, staring at the moon as he could see, faintly, odd commas floating within it as if the moon were a reflection of something more. "You will also have my magnetokinesis, the ability to manipulate magnetism and control metal at will, for the most part. Those nanomachines they are implanting within you, unfortunately, are eating away at your natural tenketsu, I believe they are called. Zatanna has tied that into the seal as well, I believe, yes?" Eric said thoughtfully, to which Zatanna nodded with a slight blush. "What about smelly over there? I've smelled breweries that smelled better than him," Misheru said, making Eric laugh and Zatanna giggle as James spun, growling. "You get my healing factor and my enhanced senses, brat. It ain't gonna make a damn bit of difference as to if you hurt or not, just that you'll heal from most any injury you take. I'd advise manipulating those nanites into a layer of armor underneath your skin. I can feel the adamantium in 'em… had it in me for years," James growled. Misheru looked thoughtful before he smirked, nodding.

The child's body finally calmed, hanging almost limply in the restraints, his thin frame lean with compact, powerful muscle. A couple of the scientists frowned, as the chakra reading was much, much lower than they'd expected, almost nonexistent.

Flashback End

Misheru smirked at the dense steel of the cell door, amused as he chuckled breathily. "Esaeler eht sffuc," he whispered, the cuffs springing open with a soft hissing click before he caught the chains and carefully lowered them to the ground.