Remember, Kazuma Arashi is now Namikaze Minato.
Written by: BasicallyAnIdiot
Edited by: RBMIfan (I'd like to note she now has a site called 'Ask The Shinobi' on Piczo. You get to ask questions to the shinobi of Naruto!)
Warnings: AU, OOC moments (I'll try my best to keep those to a minimal), and no copying.
Disclaimer: This will go for the entire fic: I BasicallyAnIdiot do not own Naruto +company, merchandise, games, and anything else that belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I am borrowing Naruto + company for the purpose of this story. Meaning: I am not doing anything illegal, so back off lawyers!
Now that's over we'll continue.
Starting... Opening... Whatever.
Zodiac Viruses- chapter 4- The King Thing? - launching program…
Itachi woke up reluctantly, absently rubbing the sand out of his eyes. Sitting up, he glanced at the various shiny objects, ranging from sharpeners to wrapping paper to sparkles glued on construction paper, which decorated his room.
He turned on his lamp, immediately regretting it. The light reflected off his glittering walls, ceiling and floor in a chain reaction that succeeded in blinding him. It was actually very pretty, but not having to walk about blindly for the first half hour of every morning wasn't worth it. He turned the lamp off and, as he did every morning, resolved to get rid of it. Because there was no way he was getting rid of his shinies.
Dressed, showered and able to see again, Itachi made his way down the stairs. His mother smiled at him and handed him breakfast. "Your father expects you at the station after school, he wants your help on one of the projects."
Itachi nodded as he sat down. "I'll be there."
Itachi had gotten out of his car in the student parking lot and looked around for friends. It wasn't hard to find them: Kisame towered over everyone else and Deidara's arm was threatening to come out of its socket with how hard he was waving. Itachi wondered if the blond had gotten into the sugar again.
"Didn't we forbid him from eating sugar?" He asked Sasori as he joined the group.
"Yes. I think his body manufactures its own."
Homeroom went smoothly, as usual. Itachi had somehow managed to convince the teacher to supply him with pocky. This wasn't hard, seeing as how all of the teachers worshipped the Uchiha prodigy, much to the annoyance of the other students.
Their art teacher was late, as usual. He was also as helpful as he usually was. "We're doing a project today. I don't care how you do it, but it has to be art and it has to be good." Sai, their teacher, looked at the silent class. "What are you waiting for? Get to work!"
The students, most of whom were more than a little frightened of the teacher, immediately got to work. Itachi started painting a picture of Chiyo, Sasori's grandmother, telling off Sai. He smirked; it had been the most memorable part of the year. Sai had to stop Deidara from using the entire clay supply of clay, since apparently he wanted to make a life-size dragon. Itachi had no doubt he could do it, too. Sasori started on his latest in a series of puppets (he called them movable wood-carvings to make them pass as art, since puppets officially weren't), this one being a chibified version of Sasuke (that Itachi was watching carefully to make sure it was properly cute).
Kisame was having difficulty.
"Sensei?"
Sai walked over. "What?"
"I'm having some trouble…" They both looked at the piece of paper, where he had laboriously drawn a single line.
Sai blinked. "Why are you in art and how did you get here?"
Kisame pointed at Itachi. "He made me and the people making the schedule worships the ground he walks on."
Sai blinked again. "Oh." He looked at the paper again. "You might want to come in for extra help."
They were interrupted by a thump from the back of the class. "Deidara! I told you not to use all the clay!"
Music was the other way around. Since Kisame had been forced to take art, he insisted that Itachi, who was so tone-deaf it wasn't funny, take music. And, since Kisame was his best friend, Itachi obliged him and dragged the other two with him.
The music teacher decided to risk giving Itachi a flute today.
"Okay. Now press this button and blow gently."
A horrible screeching noise came out of the flute. Everyone winced. Kisame, who had already played everything perfectly the first time though, smirked at him, earning a glare in return. Sasori had been kicked out for taking the saxophone apart, even after he insisted that he could make a better one.
The teacher, after rescuing the flute from its tormentor, turned to Deidara. "Lets hear you play it."
Deidara enthusiastically began playing the drums. He was actually pretty good, except for one problem.
"Deidara, you're playing the wrong song."
The police station looked the same it always had, Itachi mused as he walked in with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He headed straight to his father's office, knowing how much he hated being kept waiting.
Ahead of him, Tsunade turned the corner. Her eyes met his for a split second before she wordlessly. It was enough. Itachi knew whose side she on.
Around them, police officers were staring in shock. Tsunade had passed an Uchiha and hadn't insulted him! It was unheard of! She already dubbed Sasuke "Uchiha-brat" and Fugaku "Uchiha-bastard who pulled me out of retirement", Uchiha-bastard for short.
Itachi waited until the door was shut, blocking him from his father's view, before he sighed. He was to help Tsunade. 'Joy.' He thought. 'She may not insult me, but that's only because if she used her nickname for me people would be suspicious.'
His brother interrupted his musing.
"Itachi, you dropped your pen." Sasuke held out the sparkling golden pen Itachi carried with him everywhere.
The older boy's eyes widened when he realised how close he'd come to losing it. He snatched the pen out of Sasuke's hand and quickly tucked it safely away in his shirt. Thanking his brother, he continued on his way, taking the pen out and examining it for scratches. Upon finding none, he sighed. The boss would kill him if lost the pen. He still remembered the day he'd gotten the pen.
Flashback
Six-year old Itachi weaved his way through the bustling street, amazingly agile for his age, as he made his way home from school. That is, until he noticed it. A small flash of something shiny, half-hidden by the passer-bys, but he saw it. Being young and not particularly shy, Itachi walked up to the table and picked up the shiny. Right out the owner's hand. He then proceeded to amuse himself, clicking the pen in and out, in and out and admiring the general shininess of it.
It took the man on the bench a couple of seconds to realise that the pen was no longer in his hands. He looked at the six-year-old fiddling with it and blinked, trying to decide whether to let the boy play or take it back.
Itachi glanced up at the man when he turned, and his head kept going up. This man was tall! And was dressed entirely in white, so when the sun hit him it blinded everyone in a five mile radius. Itachi's eyes widened. It was a walking, talking shiny!
"How did you get in here, anyway?" The man/shiny asked, since the restaurant had a long line to enter it and a strong fence that enclosed it that he doubted even a child could squeeze through.
Itachi blinked at him. "Through the fence." As if it was the most obvious thing the world.
The man blinked again. The boy was obviously lying, since it was physically impossible to go through the fence. Unless…
He bent down to him on eye level with the boy. "Are you one of them?"
Itachi stopped playing with the pen and stared at the man. His eyes narrowed and seemed to be challenging the man, whose gaze turned thoughtful. Itachi continued watching warily as the man paid for his meal and left. It was only after he was gone that Itachi realised he still had the pen.
End Flashback
Sasuke had never understood why the pen was so important to his brother, but ever since he was young one of the unspoken rules of the house was that you Did Not Touch the Pen.
He was deep in thought when he reached his office, only snapping out when he spotted the newspaper clippings on his desk. Sitting down, he flipped through them, noting the note pinned on various articles and facts highlighted and explained.
She was good. Nobody in the police force put much stock in newspaper articles, because it was so hard to separate fact from fiction. Tsunade had managed to take the articles and somehow pinpoint and isolate the facts, uncovering several clues that had been overlooked before. Some of the papers were from before he was born.
Anyway, he now had enough evidence to question him. He'd have to thank Tsunade later.
Flashback
Sasuke hid behind a tree as Naruto walked by. The blond had yet to notice him, the police captain had taken every precaution to make sure of this.
When Naruto turned the corner, Sasuke followed as close as he dared, but when the prankster came back into view he was running at top speed down the alley. As Sasuke cursed and gave chase, it became very apparent exactly why Naruto was captain of the track team.
'There's no way I can catch him.' Sasuke thought as the blond picked up speed. Even though Sasuke was definitely not out of shape, he was losing ground fast, and when he turned another corner Naruto was nowhere in sight.
End Flashback
Sasuke ran his hand through his hair. He should have known the track team champion would bolt. But how had he known Sasuke was there? He glanced down at the blond's school records.
Average grades, orphan, no known location, track champion four years running, captain of the middle school track team (which were the district champion all three year he was there). Nothing too suspicious, besides the absence of an address. He made a mental note to look into that, since it pointed to the suspicion forming in Sasuke's head.
He stifled a groan as another stack of papers was put on his desk; they were lists of companies that had been attacked that day.
"Don't hackers ever have holidays?"
"If this doesn't keep them busy, I don't know what will." Kisame declared that night.
Sasori flipped through some papers. "If your plan was to attack random companies for no reason other than to annoy the police you did an excellent job." He held up one of the papers. "Look, we have the recipe for a Big Mac now."
"Guess who picked that one out."
Everyone turned to one of the members, who smiled sheepishly.
"I love Big Macs."
The hackers were assembled at the long meeting table, relaxing after a hard day's work and eating pizza (courtesy of the boss). Or at least, most of them were relaxing. Anko was frantically trying to finish her homework. Neji had taken Hinata home (mostly because his older brother's instincts had been activated after another hacker had gotten a bit too easy around her) Deidara had mysteriously disappeared.
Itachi was finishing up a report to the boss when one of the TV's hooked up to the police caught a chair flying by on tape. The hackers stared, especially when a lamp joined the chair. This was closely followed by the esteemed police chief, Uchiha Fugaku himself, bolting from the room to escape a flying desk. Tsunade ran after him, waving a coffee table and shouting profanities.
"What do you think he said?" Anko wondered.
Sasuke was going to get to the bottom of this even if it killed him. When he followed Naruto this time, he made sure he couldn't be spotted. Even so, he picked up his pace as Naruto rounded the corner. As he'd expected, the blond was running. Sasuke wasn't about to be outdone again, though, and so he was wearing roller blades. Confident in his plan, Sasuke was therefore very frustrated when the blond escaped into a waiting silver car.
Just before the door closed, Sasuke got a glimpse of the driver. It was an older-looking man with long, unruly white hair and red line coming down from his eyes. Sasuke was sure he was the author of that book series his father was so fond of. He didn't know what it was about, as Itachi forbade him to even touch the orange books, claiming "he'd thank him later."
Sasuke was rather put out as he sat down at the dinner table that night. Fugaku and Mitoko were both at work, so the task of cooking fell on Itachi, since Sasuke tended to burn anything he tried to cook. He started looking through the paperwork that had accumulated throughout the day.
Itachi came out of the kitchen with two bowls of macaroni and cheese (just because he was better than Sasuke didn't make him all that good a cook). He sat down and absently glanced through the mail, finding a letter for him. From the address, he thought it better to wait until Sasuke was asleep to open it. It was only than that he noticed Sasuke's expression. "What's wrong?"
Sasuke's sour face met a lemon. "The hackers have started attacking a ton of companies seemingly at random. I mean, what would they want from MacDonald's?"
"A Big Mac recipe." Itachi muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"MacDonald's is a huge international company that's likely to be one of the richest?" Itachi shrugged.
"Maybe. And on top of that, I think someone I know, who's suppose to be an orphan, is living with a billionaire. But I have no proof."
"So go up and ask him."
Sasuke glared at him for the seemingly idiotic answer, before his expression turned thoughtful. It was so stupid it just might work.
Wrapping a jacket around him, Sasuke had decided to follow his brother's advice (no matter if his brother had been serious or not). When he arrived at the address on his map, he was faced with a wall of overgrown shrubs taller than him. Moving a branch aside to look into the grounds, his jaws dropped. 'I know the guy is rich but this is insane.'
On the other side of the shrub wall a huge garden with lush green grass covering the small part of the yard that wasn't full of the gardens of beautiful flowers, at least two sparkling pools were on the grounds hidden behind tall cherry trees and rose bushes, a pond (complete with waterfall) and a huge white mansion with ivy climbing up the sides and over onto the black roof. Everywhere he looked servants and gardeners tended the grass, watered the garden, or just made sure everything was as it should be.
"Now how am I supposed to sneak in?"
"Why not use the front door?" A new voice cut in.
"Because I have to sneak in." Sasuke replied automatically. Then his brain caught up and he turned around to see one of the people he'd been looking for.
Minato was dressed in a blinding white tracksuit and looked like he'd been running. He had a water bottle in his hand that was almost empty, indicating he'd been at it for a while.
Sasuke was a bit taken back by this development, and so the first thing he blurted out wasn't the smartest. "Does Naruto live here?
Now it was Minato's turn to be taken back. He recovered quickly, though, and leaned toward Sasuke. His voice was lowered in a conspirator whisper. "Can you keep a secret?"
Not seeing any harm in it, Sasuke nodded.
"I'm actually the leader of a huge underground criminal organization that's trying to take over the world."
Sasuke stared at him, wondering if he was mocking him, completely insane or actually serious.
"Minato! Are you telling stories again?" Sasuke looked behind the glare of Minato's jumpsuit to see Naruto jogging up in an orange jumpsuit. "Hey, Sasuke."
Now that they were beside each other, the two blonds looked eerily similar. Naruto stopped beside the Uchiha casually.
"What did he tell you?" He asked, a worried expression on his face. "I wouldn't want you to leave thinking he's insane or something."
Sasuke could see how someone could come to that conclusion. "He was going on about his criminal organization that's trying to take over the world."
Naruto sighed. "At least he's not going on about the king thing."
Sasuke then made the mistake of asking about the king thing.
Naruto was thoughtful. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else. We try to keep his… eccentricities quiet." Sasuke was impressed. He hadn't thought the boy knew the word 'eccentricities'.
Flashback
Naruto was sitting quietly in the living room outside Arashi's meeting room. The CEO was currently negotiating an alliance with Suna-inc, and Naruto desperately that the man wouldn't screw this one up. The shouting he could hear through the thick doors wasn't helping. Well he couldn't do anything. He had more pressing concerns, anyway.
"Hey, mister." He tugged on the sleeve of one the security guards. The guard looked down on him.
"Want do you want, kid?"
"Can you help me with this." He held up his math homework.
The guard scowled at him. "I'm not a tutor, kid."
"No. But if you don't help me I'll tell Arashi that you wouldn't help me after I asked for help." Naruto smirked as the guard paled. Everybody knew how much the CEO doted on Naruto.
Just then, the Suna CEO stormed out of the meeting room. He was followed by a rather put out Arashi. Naruto was pretty sure that Suna and Konoha wouldn't be teaming up anytime soon.
When Minato came around to where Naruto was hidden behind some well-placed furniture his face was expressionless. Naruto watched him warily. He'd known the CEO long enough to know that a quiet Arashi was an angry Minato.
He waited until the visiting businessmen had left before he spoke. "How dare he talk to me like that! He should be executed for that." He turned to the security guards. "I want you to go chop off their heads!"
The older security guard was obviously used to these kinds of out bursts. He raised his hands placatingly. "Sir, you don't have the authority to do that."
The other guard, who was clearly new, spoke up then. "The only person who order someone's beheading is a king." He apparently thought he was being funny, but everyone, except Minato, glared at him.
Minato was delighted. "That it! I'll be king! How do you become king?"
End Flashback
"He's been trying to become king ever since." Naruto finished solemnly.
"I'm still here, you know." Minato pouted from behind them. Naruto ignored him.
"What are you doing all the way out here, anyway?" He asked curiously.
"Isn't it obvious?" Minato wasn't going to be ignored that easily. "He had heard of my magnificence and came to learn from my bottomless well of knowledge."
"You wish." Naruto muttered. He turned back to Sasuke and waited expectantly.
Sasuke looked from one blond to the other and decided to stick with the truth.
"I was trying to see if Naruto lived here."
Minato blinked. "Oh right, you're getting backgrounds of all the students."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "How do you know about that?"
"If I'm going to be king, I need an information network." The two boys sweat dropped. "But how did you trace Naruto to me? Are you going to be king too?" He eyed the police captain warily.
"No. I saw him in a picture in the newspaper."
Minato looked at Naruto. "I thought I told you to stay inside that day!"
"I was bored!"
Sasuke stood there as the two blond bickered. He wondered if he even wanted to know why Naruto was living there.
Sasuke didn't bother to announce his arrival when he returned home that night. His head was still reeling from what he had learned in the past few hours. Naruto had invited him to stay awhile and they explained why the fact Naruto was living with Minato had been kept secret.
His father was working at home tonight, so Sasuke tried not to make a sound as he crept to his room. Which was why he heard the quiet voices in his father's office. Being a curious boy, he turned and tiptoed to the door, pressing his ear against it in an effort to hear what was being said. He could barely make out the words.
"-not working fast enough. We need to catch them now." The voice was deep, with an air of someone used to getting his own way. Sasuke didn't recognize it.
"We're doing the best we can. These hackers are smart-"
"Too smart. It makes me nervous. What if they're involved? We haven't been able to find them all, what it they've banded together?"
"That's impossible. How would they track each other down and who would organize them? They're little better than animals now."
The strange voice was annoyed. "You of all people should know better than to underestimate them. Your son-"
"Is dormant and shows no sign of the change. Neither do your children. These ones are different. You know that."
"They were smart enough to escape, and they'll find each other. They can smell the contamination on each other. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must leave. I'm needed at home."
"Of course."
When the two men left the room, Sasuke was nowhere in sight.
Zodiac Viruses- chapter 4- The King Thing? - ending program…
We challenge you guys!: We bet none of you can guess the huge plot twist we have planned. We're going to turn the story upside down, chew it up, spit it out, put it through a blender, bend into the shape of various complicated mathematical formulas and then give it to the chemistry teacher and tell him to have fun with it. So… anyone have any ideas what it is? We're not going tell you, but we'd like to hear what you think. Who knows? We might take some of your ideas…
The
Zodiac
Viruses
And
Police
List
HackersRat- Itachi- Age-16-Program- Sharingan
Ox- Kisame- Age- 18 Program- Shedder
Tiger-? Age-? Program-?
Rabbit-Deidara Age-18 Program- C1
Dragon-? Age-? Program-?
Snake- Anko Age- 17 Program- Snakes + Ladders
Horse-? Age-? Program-?
Sheep-Hinata Age-14 Program- Byakugan
Monkey-? Age-? Program-?
Rooster-? Age-? Program-?
Dog-? Age-? Program-?
Boar-? Age-? Program-?
Cat- Sasori Age- 18 Program- Puppet
PoliceCaptain: Sasuke- age- 14 Partner- Sakura
Sakura- age 14, Partner- Sasuke
Tenten- age 15, Partner- Asuma
Asuma- age- 28, Partner- Tenten
Lee- age-15, Partner- Gai
Gai- age- 28, Partner- Lee
Kakashi- age- 28, Partner- doesn't have one.
Tsunade- age- 50, Partner- Itachi
Let me know what you think! -
