I do not own I, Frankenstein or Naruto. This is a fanfiction only.
"Another day in the library got to read another book, was getting comfortable when the one person I never expected to come and see me did. Gideon was slowly walking up to the place I was sitting. I looked up at him for a second before returning to the book I was reading. It was a cookbook I found it rather funny truth be told.
"Naruto I think her majesty told you we actually do have barracks, with beds you know. I am quite serious, mind stop reading that book and tell me why do you insist in sleeping here? I also would like to hear the story behind those scars, to see if it's appropriate for our other members to hear it.
I placed a bookmark and placed the book on a nearby chair. "First I need to know if I can speak freely?" He just nodded his head as I asked, "Alright, why do I sleep here? First I like to read before I go to sleep, that is the official response. The unofficial response is that most of the Order hates my guts, and this place has several exit points that I can use in case I am attacked. Lastly, her majesty would not want her book collection destroyed so she is very keen on keeping anyone from fighting here."
"As for my scars I grew up for the first five years of my life in an orphanage. The lady who ran the orphanage was a drinker and a fiend. One night she is cutting up this thing I could only say was meatloaf, it looked like a piece of overcooked leather to us. I got beaten up by a gang of bullies so I was in not a very happy mood."
From the look on his face, I could almost see some sympathy. "So she walks over to me with her kitchen knife in hand and asked me, Why so serious Naruto? We are celebrating your and some others birthdays. I think you need a smile on that face of yours."
"So with the knife, she was going to cut that leathery looking meatloaf she walked up to me real close and put the knife inside my mouth, and began cutting me. Laughing while she did it. As soon as she was done she cut me a few more times across the face and left me bleeding on the floor."
I looked at him and for a second I couldn't tell if he was disappointed to hear that woman failed to kill me, or horrified by the treatment I got as a kid. "Yeah, that story let's just keep that between us. Nobody likes to listen to that, wish I never asked in the first place. Tell me that woman got what she deserved for doing that to you."
I went and picked up my book, and looked at him briefly before I decided to tell him what happened to the woman that did that to me. "If you mean her orphanage got a massive donation, a public ovation, a medal and the respect and praise of over ninety percent of the village? Then yes, she got exactly what she deserved."
"Coincidentally I got kicked out of the Orphanage just as she got the donations for cutting me up. I lived in a trash bin behind a restaurant for three whole years. That is where I learned to cook the stuff I eat after all. Granted I don't have a stove, all those ingredients to make the sauce but all in all, it's still edible."
I began to read my book as soon as I saw him leave the library. "Keziah I can hear your heartbeat from here, you really need to work on your stealth." She jumped down from the second floor of the library looking rather surprised that I could hear her heart.
"I was also reading a book, till you decided to tell Gideon that story. You don't honestly expect me to believe someone would treat a kid like you said they treated you, right?" I looked at her and I smiled as I put my book back in its place on the shelf.
"I don't lie, you do remember it's a sin don't you? I was on hundred percent serious about how I got my scars, and how she was rewarded for giving me these scars, and where I lived after the same woman kicked me out of the orphanage. It doesn't really bother me anymore, she and the rest of the people in that village died a long time ago."
She then picked up a book I was reading, she didn't understand why I was reading this old book. It looked like it had been in the bookshelves for ages. "The title is a bit misleading, To serve man isn't exactly what you would think the book is about. It's a cookbook that a man wrote I think for his wife."
"Don't believe me, look at the dedication on the inside of the book. For my beloved wife with whom I made all these delicious recipes. I always found it funny that these recipes aren't really that bad, as long as you use animal meats. Really added flavor to my roasted rats and I got pretty good at cooking thanks to this book."
She looked at the book threw it into a dusty old bin, and then looked at me. "We actually eat better than roasted rats, why don't you come down with me to the mess hall. You can eat some decent food."
I took the book out of the bin, dusted it and placed it back to where it belonged. I got the impression that she was actually serious. "Why would I go eat with the other members of the Order? They hate me already if I ruin their meals I might as well sign my own death warrant."
She came to stand right next to me and looked directly at my eyes, "I can name at least four Gargoyles in the Order that would love it if you ate your meals with them. Maybe some might give you some ideas on that pet project you been working on."
I looked at her and smiled, "I will consider them, but you have to mention the names before I even consider it." She began counting with her fingers as she named herself, the Queen, Orphir, and Gideon. Even I had to admit that last name caught me by surprise.
As I walked through the library I began to think maybe just as a fun conversation I could talk with Keziah about my little project. "I been reading about the black powder Marco Polo saw when he when to the east, it has explosive quality that could make for an interesting weapon."
"You said any object can be used as a weapon to descend demons as long as it has the mark of the Order, so I began to think if there was a way to use the powder to propel a metal slug at high speeds in a fatal way through a demon. The metal slug would be forged into a form that can travel through the air, other matter, even demonic flesh with ease."
"This forging of course would include having each slug branded with the symbol of the Gargoyle order. The closest thing I could think is explosives with sanctified metal balls within each cartridge. This has caused me some problems because the Queen wants no innocent casualties."
I opened the door for her and she went out of the library first, I soon followed. What can I say I guess no matter how much of a monster I am, I am a gentleman in heart, or maybe my heart came from a gentleman. With so many body parts from that many corpses, I never knew where most of my organs came from.
"I been trying to make a device that will guide the metal slug more efficiently, and allow it to be aimed, thus limit the potential for innocent casualties. I also figure that a metal case containing a way to ignite the power would be ideal, I read many books, but the order has little to nothing about either metal forging, or metal mixtures."
We both got to the mess hall and just like I pictured every gargoyle in the place was glaring at me for even daring to come to the place they ate their meals. "See told you, I would make people uncomfortable, I will be in the library eating my roasted rat if you want to talk about my little pet project."
I turned around and began walking towards the door, till someone, I didn't even notice before grabbed me by the shoulder. It took every ounce of self-control for me not to grab this unknown person and punch him into a wall. It was Orphir and he was smiling as I turned around to look at him.
"Look who finally found the mess hall, Come on Naruto let's all enjoy a nice meal as a team. I know my sister would simply love it if you ate with us. I wouldn't mind hearing about this pet project you just mentioned either. If you are worried that these guys don't like you eating here, they can go and complain to Gideon and then the Queen for all I care."
As I began talking about my pet project he began to get more and more interested in it. I was able to figure out how to make both the metal casings and how to ignite the powder thanks to Orphir, Keziah gave me an idea how to put it all together, the idea would be like a pre-loaded musket.
I had to also admit that the cook for the Order was a genius in the kitchen. The stuff I was eating put ramen to shame. That was the stuff I called the food of the gods and his version of it was wonderful. He even called it something different, Spaghetti I think he called it.
As my meal was almost over Keziah looked at me, and I knew she had a question from the way her face looked. "You know you can ask me anything. What do you want to know Keziah?"
She looked at me and smiled, "Naruto with the technique you call shadow clones, you have an army at your disposal, and with ninjutsu, you don't even need this thing you are inventing. So why did you feel it necessary to make this thing? You descended over two hundred demons in a day."
I looked at her and I guess she didn't figure why I would try to do something like this, "And those demons were fought at close range. With this weapon, we will be able to descend them before they even get close to us. In truth I didn't do it for myself, I can descend demons from any distance. I actually was making this to have a new weapon for the Order. This might increase the chances of the others within the Order surviving should a large number of demons attack."
The effect of me saying that was hilarious to say the least, every single gargoyle in the mess hall dropped their fork, spoons or cups at the same time and had a look of utter shock on each of their faces.
I guess nobody expected that I would think about making something that benefited someone else. I guess since I could be considered by some as human, even though I am not, they automatically assigned to me the much-expected selfishness that they often attributed to humans.
I thanked the cook for the meal and was about to leave when I heard something that made me feel a chill run down my spine, "Well look at that, look at the manners on that one. Never expected that from such a quiet guy."
If I am ever asked is there any gay gargoyles within the Order after hearing that muscle bound cook to say something like that, in all honesty, I will have to say yes, there are.
For days I kept working on my pet project on my free time. The patrols got easier and easier and after several months they stopped counting how many demons I descended. My pet project was finished thanks to six blacksmiths, Keziah, Orphir and Gideon helping me.
The end product was a small device that had a hammer firing sequence, much like a musket, it also had a cartridge that held the marked metal slugs encased in the powder filled casings. The cartridge was easy to replace after it ran out of metal slugs and it was easy to aim and fire. All in all my invention was a massive success.
The unintended effect was that it was so easy to use, that training was cut from a few years to a couple of months, which means the Order more than tripled their numbers because the pistol as some came to call it, was so easy to use that anyone could use it. In fact, the Queen kept one with her and several cartridges.
Even after doing this for the Order some still held me with a great deal of contempt if not our right anger. My relationship with Kesiah was better than I could have ever hoped for. She demanded that I sleep in the barracks and for some strange reason I simply could not say no to her.
It was a bit shocking when I found her sleeping in my bed the first time, but after months of it happening I got used to her being in my bed. She stopped sleeping in her gargoyle form and now slept in her human form.
