AN: Well, chapter two. After reading all the wonderful reviews I just couldn't help but want to write the next chapter, so here it is, chapter two. Hmm, I only wrote chapter 3 times, I was hoping for five, oh well. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything associated with it.

Chapter Two:

The sun had long since risen but the small blonde boy still lay tucked beneath his blankets, trying desperately to defy the sun. Unfortunately, or fortunately however you look at it, he was unable to beat the sun in his quest for more sleep. "Damn you, sun, damn you to hell." He muttered with his face still buried in his pillow. In response, the sunlight continued its dance around the room, laughing at the blonde's irritated sleeplessness.

"Fine damn it, you win." He said loudly while glaring at a stray patch of sunlight. Yawning loudly and stretching slightly, he looked at the time: 7:46. He stared at it for a second, blinked, blinked again before his mind finally registered what he was seeing. "Oh fucking hell, I'm gonna be late to the academy, damn it all!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

The blonde boy scrambled out of bed, almost tripping himself several times because of his clumsy run. He had no time to take a shower so he merely threw on his orange shorts and vest and black shirt; he didn't even know if they were clean or not. In the back of his mind he heard a disgusted snort but shrugged it off as his imagination going into overdrive; he didn't have the time to think about it, anyway.

The boy fixed himself ramen even though it would probably make him late. But, hey, he was hungry and just a little bit idiotic. Although, with only one packet of ramen he was still hungry, but he decided it was better than nothing. Not even bothering to clean his mess up (Not that he often did that right away when he did have time.) he ran out the door only stopping for a second to lock it, not that it helped most of the time.

He ran as fast as he could, not that it was really all that fast, maybe a fast jog for an adult. So, it was slow enough for him to notice the cold and hateful glares sent at him. It saddened him and made him angry at the same time.

"It makes you angry, doesn't it?" The voice asked almost angry itself.

'Yeah, but its all the more reason to prove that I'm strong, to gain their respect.' Naruto thought back to the voice.

"Do you really want their respect? Do you really want respect from people who expect you to do something wrong? They would probably kill you the first chance they got. Do you want respect from people who are evil?" The voice asked incredulously.

'I-I don't know.' The seed of self-doubt planted.

"Do you want to protect people who would kill the second you are vulnerable?" The voice questioned.

'Well, I'll protect them, and then they'll not want to kill me anymore.' Naruto thought unsure of himself at this point; the seed sprouting a root.

"I doubt they would even acknowledge you even if saved their asses from death. I bet they would find some way to blame it on you." The voice said with conviction.

'I… I don't know. But I'll become strong anyways and if they don't accept me then I'll no longer call this place home.' Naruto thought, conviction for his new decision lacing his voice; no more self doubt about that.

"Good, you won't become strong for the wrong reasons." The voice said proudly. "I'm proud, just don't tell anyone I said that" The boy smiled to himself after hearing that. 'Excellent, he no longer will devote himself to become strong for people who don't deserve protection.' The voice cackled to itself in its dark, dirty cell.

Naruto arrived at the academy ten minutes late, but wasn't concerned about it. He was thinking about what the voice told him and about what he had decided. 'Yeah, the voice thing was right, becoming strong for a bunch of people who hate me was a helluva bad idea. I can't believe that I thought that, I'm so stupid. Arrgh.'

Iruka, the brown-haired chuunin instructor with a scar across the bridge of his nose, told Naruto to find a seat and to see him after class. Although, he wasn't sure the boy actually heard him. After he got to his seat he did what he usually did in class: try listening, but do to the droning, monotone voice of Iruka lecturing about boring subjects, he fell asleep.

At the end of class that day, Naruto was on his way out, yawning from his nice nap when Iruka told him to wait. Being as dense as he sometimes is, the boy was confused as to why he must stay after class. He eventually remembered what he did and served his punishment as well as any other seven-year-old child could: complain and wreak hell on the teachers mind.

'Tonight is the full moon' Naruto noted absent-mindedly 'How do I know that and why do I care?' He questioned himself. He didn't watch the moon cycle and he really didn't care if there was no moon, half a moon, or a full moon, so, how did he know there was a full moon. 'Damn, I AM going crazy.' And then there was that laughter that filled his head whenever he thought that to himself. 'I hate that laughter.' That only caused the laughter to grow in volume and give him a head ache.

'Relax.' He told himself. 'It's Saturday I don't have to do anything. I can just stay inside away from the cold glares and hate. Away from those damn villagers. I can stay in my safe haven all day. I haven't done that in awhile.'

And that he did. He stayed in his apartment all day, never leaving. All he did except eat his ramen was work on henge no jutsu, kawarimi no jutsu, and bunshin no jutsu. Unfortunately, the only one he semi exceeded in was henge. His henge was extremely crappy, most of the time they didn't even look like the person he was trying to transform into.

And then night came.

The light from the newly risen full moon filtered in through Naruto's dirtied window. That's when it started, the transformation.

A tingling sensation ran up Naruto's spine, all his fine hairs stood on end. Popping sounds filled the room as pain coursed through the blonde's body. A scream of pain erupted from the boy's mouth when his bones shifted into new, unfamiliar positions. The boy's muscles expanded and grew in a way that was perfect for swift fast movements on four legs but were still dangerous and powerful. His clothes ripped and fell to the floor as his body grew larger and larger. His fine hairs grew long, thick, and course. His screams of pain became howls as his jaw grew and became incapable of normal speech.

While all this was going on, his brain was being bombarded with memories that weren't his. They were memories of running in the forest, of battles big and small, memories of techniques and tradition, and other things that happened in the life of the wolves before him. He knew it all, instantly like they were his own and now, they actually were his own.

'So that's how they all seem to know what to do even if it's their first transformation and they knew nothing about the wolves' clan before that.' The voice thought to itself.

The transformation ended with a howl of pain from a newly transformed wolf. The boy turned wolf's head was nearly touching the ceiling, his body was just a bit slimmer than a wolves' for swift movement with all the muscles of the wolf clan. Naruto's fur was pitch black and his three tails were tipped with orange fur. His eyes were glowing gold with slit pupils.

Even though he so desperately wanted to go out in the forest to run or hunt, he knew he couldn't. He was too big and to go outside which meant he would have to break the wall. Sighing to himself in his mind like this type of thing happened often, he lay down with his tails curled around himself and slept, thinking about all the new things he learned.

As things turn out, no one bothered to check out the screams emanating from his apartment. It just goes to show that they're willing to let the boy die, even if they didn't get to kill him, themselves.

When Naruto woke up he felt wonderful, strong, and powerful. To him, it was amazing even though he seemed to be cold. He looked down to find a surprise. It was true that he was naked and the tattered remains of his clothes were strewn around him, but that was not what surprised him. What surprised was the fact that he was so muscular, muscular enough for him to be a well built adult; his body would look like an adult's if it wasn't for the fact that he was shorter than a full grown adult.

Wanting to see what other changes were done to his body, he ran to the dirty full length mirror in his bedroom. He gaped at the image he saw. Golden tan skin and hard, lean muscle greeted him. Biceps, triceps, abdomen, leg muscles, all lean but still rock hard. No where on his body was there baby fat. The whisker-marks that had been his torment were now gone and much to his pleasure, he wasn't as short, maybe around five-foot tall. His now black orange tipped hair hung down almost into his eyes and was longer in the back but not long enough to put in a pony-tail. The once brilliant blue eyes were replaced with golden eyes without the slits that came with his wolf form. He was no longer recognizable as Uzumaki Naruto.

He loved it. He looked so different, he could walk around for a while and no one would recognize him, which meant no cold stares or hateful glares. But then he realized it, he had no clothes.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell. Finally when something cool happens, something bad has to happen, damn it," he muttered to himself angrily. "I gotta think of something. Think, damn it, think," he furrowed his brows in concentration and put his finger to his chin in a concentration pose. He snapped his fingers as finally, an idea popped into his mind. "I got it; I could use those big pants I stole from the old man. I'll just have to do without a shirt until I buy some more clothes the right size," nodding to himself, he went to get the pants he stole from the Hokage and put them on while looking at himself. The left side of his lip lifted in disgust. The faded brown pants needed a rope to be kept up and covered his feet. "Well, it's better than nothing," he said to himself trying to find the bright side of wearing the ugly (in his opinion) pants. "Well, I'm glad I never got around to giving these back… now once I get new clothes I'm so gonna burn these."

He grabbed his Gama-chan wallet and headed out the door, being sure to lock it first. Unfortunately, he still received stares… from the females who were drooling over his perfectly tanned and toned body and glares of jealousy from the men. (AN: Can you guess why?) He smirked at the reactions; he kind of liked it, just a little bit.

He walked casually towards the nearest clothing shop and went inside. No one stopped him and no one kicked him out; he was happy about that.

The were-wolf (AN: I just decided I wanted to call them that, no better name coming to mind.) decided he was going to get black instead of that wretched orange that was forced upon him. He picked out a black muscle shirt, a black jacket with a dark red trim that had various pockets for weapons and scrolls, black baggy pants also with many pockets for various things, and black ninja boots. He paid for them at a surprisingly low price(for him because the store keepers usually jack up the prices) and asked if he could change there. The store keeper answered yes hesitantly as the store keeper was a woman and seemed to be enjoying the view and so he changed into his new outfit, quickly.

Next he headed to a weapon shop, the best weapon shop he knew of, to buy some shuriken and kunai. This time he moved a little quicker, wanting to get this done fast. The fact that he had moved slowly when he only had crappy pants on and now he was moving faster when he was fully dressed did not seem to enter his mind when it should have. When he got to the shop he bought a kunai holster, a shuriken pouch, a kunai and shuriken set, and a few scrolls on how to use them. He was about to leave when a sword in the corner caught his eyes.

Flashback:

The enemies were numerous, so many people and all he had was his sword. He was all alone, all his comrades were dead, and he knew he would be to, it was inevitable. Glancing down at the sword he held in his hands and back to the enemy he made his decision. He would take as many of those bastards out as he could.

Taking one last look at his fallen comrades, he charged. His blade weaved an intricate dance, dealing death to whomever got caught in its path. But he was getting tired, little by little, he was acquiring more wounds. He wouldn't last much longer, he knew it and they knew it; it was only a matter of time before he fell.

And then, an oversized wolf fell from the sky. It wove an intricate dance of its own as it slaughtered the men in quick fast strikes, splattering blood everywhere. Soon enough, the enemies that had once seemed overwhelming in number were gone, dead below the paws of the giant wolf.

The man threw himself at the wolf's paws, forehead to the ground in praise and thanks. The wolf merely looked down upon the man in annoyance.

"Get up," the wolf ordered. The man scrambled to his feet. And then it said a speech and bit down on him, hard and deep. Blood dripped down from the wounds as the man stared at the wolf. Before the man fell unconscious, he saw the wolf's body glow a pale light and then shoot into the sky.

Flashback ended

"That's it. I can learn swordsmanship from my new memories!" He whispered exitedly to himself, excited by the prospect of getting stronger. He went over to the swords section and bought the best blade he could find using his newly acquired memories to guide him.

He left the weapons shop with a nearly empty Gama-chan wallet but smirking to himself all the same.

The next day Naruto found himself waking with the sun. He yawned and stretched his newly acquired muscles. Oh how he loved his muscles. He grabbed a new, clean set of the clothes he bought the day before (AN: Note that he got many pairs of the same thing and isn't wearing the same clothes everyday merely a match of them.) and took a shower.

He came out with his hair still damp and fully dressed. He made himself a packet of ramen knowing that with all the money he spent yesterday he couldn't afford to eat fifteen packets a day. 'Damn, I'm gonna be so hungry until the next paycheck comes in…' He sighed to himself before a brilliant idea struck. 'I can hunt! I can spend my time training to an extent that I can fully control the transformation at any time and then I can hunt for my food. No more fucking ramen. Yes, score!' He thought to himself excited as he danced a stupid dance.

But he would have to do that after school, for he had to get there soon or he'd be late… again. He sprinted the whole way there to see how fast he was and he was fast. Everything went by so fast and that was when he realized something else. His eyes were far sharper and better than any normal human. He cheered inside his head causing the voice to chuckle at his antics, although for some strange reason the chuckle seemed almost… feminine.

He shook his head to clear it of the laughter, grumbling to him self about annoying voices and their irritating laughter. Sadly, it only caused two different voices to laugh. This caused him to become confused, he thought there was only one voice. He felt like grabbing his head and yelling that he was going crazy.

"Oh, damn it all to hell, it's to damn confusing." He muttered to himself as he reached the academy. He was there early, ten minutes early to be exact. In that time he had caught some of the upperclassmen girls staring at him and even some stalking him in that short time. It was this that made him realize his sense of smell had increased ten-fold for he could smell them trailing behind them and hear them as well. Quite clearly, which caused him to notice his sense of hearing had also increased ten-fold, as well.

Having enough of the stalking girls, he made it into his classroom early. Few people were there, one being Uchiha Sasuke, number one in the class and a cold emotionless jerk. He had dark hair, black eyes and pale skin. He wore a blue, high collared shirt with the Uchiha clan fan on the back and white shorts.

Another person in the classroom was Hyuuga Hinata, heiress to the Hyuuga clan, and a really shy and timid person. Short, midnight blue hair and the lavender, pupil less eyes of the Hyuuga wearing a beige jacket with the Hyuuga symbols on the arms just below the shoulders and black pants was her profile. Her personality included blushing and stuttering a lot.

The last person was Aburame Shino; he uses bugs and hardly ever talks. He wears a high collared jacket that covers half his face and baggy pants. Pitch black sunglasses covers his eyes; no one knows what his eyes look like except for his family. Rugged spiky, dark brown hair adorns his head.

(AN: If I don't say colors of clothing or specifics on clothing, it just means I don't know what they were wearing exactly. I wouldn't mind if anyone told me so I can come back and edit it. For most characters I will be using the clothes they wear in the future except for those I know wear different clothing like Ino and Sakura.)

Naruto took a seat in the corner at the back of the room instead of where he usually sat to get attention. When the bell rang several minutes later the rest of the students came filing in. Few people noticed him for he didn't call attention to himself and many people were involved in their own conversations.

When someone came and sat next the were-wolf he sucked in his breath, waiting for a question. When none came, he looked over to see who it was. It was Nara Shikimaru, laziest person in the class. He wore a fish net shirt underneath a white vest and had a pair of shorts on. His brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail making his head kind of look like a pineapple. At the moment, he had his head in his arms trying to take a nap.

Naruto snorted to himself. 'Of course, he's taking a nap before class even starts, the lazy bum,' he turned his head to the front when he heard Iruka enter. The chuunin went over to the desk and picked up the attendance sheet. He called out the names steadily, no one was absent, not even Shikimaru, Iruka noted when he heard his muffled 'here.' Then he came to Uzuamaki Naruto and almost sneered at the name.

"Uzumaki Naruto," he called out looking for the annoying blonde head he saw every morning. Instead, he got a surprise.

Hearing his name being called, Naruto raised his hand and said in a voice that did not belong to a child, but an adult (AN: meaning Naruto's voice cracked the night of the transformation.) "Here." Heads turned around quickly to stare at the black haired were-wolf. Many people were gaping at him before someone called out:

"You're not Naruto. That idiot has blonde hair and blue eyes and is really short and is scrawny and wears that blinding-."

"Alright, alright, enough with the insults, I didn't think I looked that different, I got a make over so what?" He said ignorantly. Although, the ignorant part was an act and he really did feel insulted by the way they insulted him.

"You idiot, you didn't think you looked that different? Have you looked in a mirror recently?" Someone shouted at him.

"Well, no." He lied while smiling sheepishly, hand scratching the back of his head nervously. Everyone face-faulted.

'Yup, that's Naruto.' Everyone thought. Even Iruka didn't give anymore thought, he just continued the lesson he had planned. Naruto followed Shikimaru's example and laid his head down on the desk, except he didn't sleep instead he looked over his newly acquired memories to see what he could use to his advantage.

He found that he had gained centuries of memories from all the wolves before him. He found that memories were only transferred from were-wolves that were bitten and then transformed and offspring of were-wolves did not get the memories of either of its parents. Also, memories can only be transferred when a bitten were-wolf fulfilled its destiny by transferring itself, except for its body, into his last bite victim. When the were-wolf finally releases its victim its body dies while its mind is transferred into its victim. The mind of the were-wolf only dies when the victim it bit dies after transferring its mind to its victim. This happens so the new were-wolf can have person to guide them.

And the most wonderful thing of all so far, was the facts that he heard, understood, and stored Iruka's lessen, while still concentrating on his new memories. He grinned to himself, it was just absolutely wonderful. 'Wow, multi-tasking helps.' He thought to himself.

The lesson went on and even as he reviewed the memories he learned all about what Iruka was saying. Yes, life was good for Uzumaki Naruto. Now, he could only get stronger.

AN: Well, that was chapter two. I wanted to make it longer, but decided that this was a good enough place to stop. If anything seems a little messed up, or words aren't spelled right, let me remind you that I'm writing this at two in the morning. Well, tell me what you think is good and bad and I'll be extremely happy, so remember to review. Until next time, buh bye.