Summary: Since the beginning of time, there has been an increasingly ammount of knowledge. With this comes the want for more, and with knowledge, comes power. Ever since modern times, Man has been trying to aquire more knowledge, and more power...some opting for a casual approach, while some...opting to experiment upon test subjects. This is the story of a boy, unwanted by anyone, who has become the essence of such experiments, this is his story of his survival, and of his life...

Report - Project 'Cerberus' - #1

The subject seems to be comfortable here. My lord has decided that we shall proceed with our plans that we have for him. The child has yet to show any emotion about being here, his eyes show nothing but a hollow soul. I believe that this one will be tolerant to my Lord's experiments...I suppose time will tell.

Report - 'Cerberus' - # 13

The boy appears to have an instant regeneration ability of sorts. Every time he is punctured, cut, or otherwise harmed, a black mist seems to overtake his being and within seconds it is as if nothing happened. The interesting thing, however, is that nothing happens to his cells, no aging, nothing. I will focus more into this ability, along with everything else. The boy has yet to utter a single word since he was brought here five weeks ago.

Report - 'Cerberus' - # 21

It seems we may have awakened one of the boy's "friends". I have reason to beleive it may be the 'Third one. If I am correct, it would explain this. This has also caught my attention more so, as now I know that my Lord will want more...dangerous tests preformed. I just prey that the other two do not awaken, for if they do, I have no idea what may happen.

Report - 'Cerberus' - # 46

Fuck, it seems as though my suspisions were correct, he has awoken. I was proven correct this morning when my colleques and I were doing our tests, and that dark blue chakra appeared...forming that mist. I still do not know what the mist's effects were, I will definately look into this, perhapse it will intrest my lord to come here himself, I do not know. It also seems the boy has withdrawn further within himself, refusing to even eat. I wonder though, how he is still in good health...another thing to look into.

Report - 'Cerberus' - # 69

I've found it! It seems that that chakra mist that the Third gives off sucks chakra from the people in it, excluding the one producing it, and transfers it to the one who creates it. It is a most productive ability, something such as this would definately be valued by my lord. The boy has also become slightly more lively, and I have noticed that his skin has slowly been becoming harder, especially on his back, yet, it is oddly smooth, perhapse a sideaffect of 'that' chakra?

Report - 'Cerberus' - # 112

This is becomming dangerous, it seems the 'Eighth' is awakening now, slowly but surely. The boy has also become more prone to attack us now, as well as uttering small curses here and there, but still not fullyresisting...as if he is biding his time...but, for what? No matter, we will continue as per our lord's orders. In one month, we will judge all of his successes in our tests...and...other things.

Putting down the scroll, the man, clothed in a light purply apron and lab coat slowly got up from the metal table, the smooth feeling harboring the cold atmosphere of the laboratory leaving him. Taking off his square rimmed glasses, he rubbed his eyes lightly, as the small srub of a beard touched his wrist.

Chuckling lightly, he shook his head for a second, before looking back at the large rehabilitation tube, holding within it's green liquid, a rather young boy. This boy, clothed only in a tight pair of medical shorts, had slightly tanned skin. However, at a closer look, you would see a very very faint pattern that seemed to look like scales. The boy seemed to be around 4' 6'' tall, a little more then average for an eight year old.

The child's golden hair, with purple streaks placed in perfectly equal proportions apart swayed in the green substance, as his eyes shifted back and forth, slowly. His dark ocean blue eyes seemed tobe casting his apathetic feeling through the room, making everything seem worthless, and not worth the trouble.

His lightly muscular chest rising and falling with each breathe, surpisingly, coming full minutes apart. His arms and hands twitched every now and again, the claw looking nails upon his fingers glinting in the light from the laboratory. Licking his lips within the oxygen mask, he used his slightly longer then normal toungue to try and push the mask off, but to no avail.

The man observing this just smiles and walked off, his boots making little knocks upon the lanolium floor, as he reached up and lightly flicked the lights off, each set of them going off with an electronic 'boom'. The doctor turned around and locked the door, his lightly calloused hands gripping the chains and the lock, as he pressed the 'hook' of the lock into the hole.

Looking at the doors, and the glowing liquid of inside the container holding the child dubbed 'Project Cerberus'. He smirked and chuckled to himself,"Soon, very soon he will become the perfect one for my master...and during that time...I will strike, takeing both the boy and...him at the same time, leaving me with the power!" Grining madly, he chuckled more, before walking off.

One month's time later

Looking at the boy in awe, the scientist continued to try and inject the needle into the young boy's arm, only resulting in the metal bending. Growling lightly, he decided to take an alternat approach, getting some light ammount of acid, he dripped a little of the black liquid from the special eye dropper, and watched in satisfaction as a bit of steam arose from the hole burning in his skin.

Picking up the large syringe, he quickly stabbed the needle within his arm, and pulled on the round end, sucking a bit of blood from his arm. Oddly enough however, the blood was a dark purple, and seemed to be made of a substance less flatulant then normal blood.

Raising an eyebrow, he sighed as the small wrinkles upon his face showed slightly more, probably because of the heavy beam of light from the operation table's overhead lamp. Walking away from the table, he faced the diagnol wall with the blood examining machine, among other instruments of scientific knowlwedge on the table against aformentioned wall.

Jiggling the Syringe full of oddly-colored blood, he pulled out the special chamber from the frame and placed it within the BEM, then proceeded to walk over torwards the computer and type in a rather short code, activating said BEM. With a loud hum, the machine activated, lightly jigging upon the table.

In the middle of the room, the small boy's eyes twitched, the hum slowly awakening him from the anesthetics that had put him out. Blinking lightly, he suddenly felt a shiver go up his spine, as he glanced around, his dead eyes making the room suddenly feel ominous. Smirking very lightly, he got up and approached the man who was staring at the computer's glowing screen, as the boy's cautious steps, along with the hum of the BEM blocked his foot steps from being noticed.

Standing behind the man, the boy watched as the information popped up upon the black screen, his eyes opening very lightly from the information, before narrowing on the smallest of glares, his hand unconsiously grabbing a scapel from the man's back pocket, as he awaited the end of the data to be revieled to him.

The boy, in the mean time started planning in his mind. Glancing down torwards the scapel,'This will cut easilt, but stabbing is out of the question, such a short blade would be useless when used for such a task, that, and an opening would surely be allowed in the recovery time...' Glancing at the man, he observed what all the man did, and how he preformed what he did.

After about five minutes of observing, the boy sighed inwardly, and brought the scapel onto the man's shoulder, and quickly cut the tendons within it, as he jumped and kicked the man in the side, resulting in a hoarse groan from the scientist, as he hit the floor. Not giving any time, the boy landed and kneed the man in the gut, kneeling with his knee still there, as he cut the other tendon in the other arm.

Glaring at the boy, the man spoke,"You fucking brat, how dare you, after all I have done for you, how da-" His annoying speech was suddenly stopped, as the boy shoved the scapel in his mouth, letting the blade lightly cut his toungue. Looking directly in the man's eyes, the boy's momotone, yet slightly amused voice replyed,"Perhaps it would be best for you to hold your toungue, afterall...I doubt you would want me holding it, ne?" Glaring at the boy, but nodding, the man spoke,"What do you want?"

His lips twitching in a small smile, he looked at the man and nodded,"I want to know...why I am here" The man smirked, and laughed lightly. Smiling, the man said,"Because, my idiotic child, you will be the decoy to get me all the power I want!" Nodding slightly, the boy got in a thinking pose,"...and what, pray tell, makes you so delusional as to beleive I would allow this?" Asked multi-colored haired boy.

Laughing manically, the man smirked,"Because, I own you!" Blinking at the 'mentally insane' man, the boy smiled,"Perhapse, but...what does a man dead own?" Looking apathetically, and uncaring, the boy brought the scapel down into the man's eyes, and continued into his brain, watching in some twisted satifaction, as the eye burst and the white liquid slowly oozed out of the socket, along with a small torrent of blood squirted from the incision , as the body spasmed and jerked.

Getting off the man whose life he had just ended, the boy walked over to the computer and looked at the data that was there of him. Surprised by everything, he soaked in the information that he was reading, anger slowly becoming present in his view, both from the information he was reading, and from one the telltale sounds of someone coming torwards the room.

Growling, he decided to save everything on the computer, he ordered the computer to print everything onto a scroll, as he got up and walked over to the metallic door. Glaring at the deep grey metal, he pulled out two scapels from a nearby drawer, not needing to move his body any, as he waited for the men to come.

Tightening his grip on the scapels, he popped his neck very lightly, as he took the best fighting stance he could. Letting a small smirk appear upon his lips, he waited for the men to come. Suddenly, there was a his, as the door slowly opened. The boy toom one last breath and...

Author's Notes

My, my, my...I must be evil to truly put a cliff hanger, I suppose getting me out of my sepression wasn't much of a smart thing, no? Regaurdless, I've decided to put three of my stories up for adoption, as I have run out of Ideas for some of them. If the one you wish to adopt has a few chapters already finished but not published, I will ask if you want to overview them, and perhapse add them, if not, then whatever.

The problem is is my dumbass never set out a full plan for most of them, meerely opting to let it write itself, but I see that that particular method only works when you don't expect it too. This one here, I'm not sure about, I have a good idea of where it's going, but I have yet to finalise my plans. Perhaps some input would help, not for like the main idea, but for like little challenges, abilities, drawbacks to abilities, jutsu, etc. Small things that would help develope the story and charactor, you know?

I also know some of my spelling is atroscious, please point out words that I spell wrong, and also point out any possible ways I can improve my story, and descriptiveness of somethings. I would also like to know what the majority of you think a good pairing would be. Please know however, that I may or may not use the pairings suggested.

I may or may not put Lemons in, definately a few Limes, but I'm not sure about the former. Know that if I do have lemons, some of them may turn somewhat dark...not dark as in rape or something of the sort, but...dark. What you would expect to come from Anko and Karin, and the such, you know?

I may also start adding Omakes at the end of some chapters, it would be rather...interesting..wouldn't it? Regaurdless, I hope you enjoyed the story, and continue to enjoy it and more, as they come along. Until then, please review and tell me what you think, if you will, and, until next time, Ja ne