Hello and WELCOME TO CHAPTER 3

Yeah, I'm off my meds

LET'S DO THIS!

The early morning darkness slowly ebbing away made details on the rooftop of the academy clearer. Naruto sat with his knees to his chest, holding his head, whispering to himself. He didn't notice his slight rocking back and forth, or the silver haired man walking up behind him.

"Naruto, are you alright?"

The voice behind him fell on deaf ears. Naruto didn't notice the man until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jerking away suddenly, Naruto saw his other teacher from the academy. The one called "Mizuki."

They hated Mizuki. They knew he was bad. Bad enough that They constantly pestered Naruto with thoughts of murdering Mizuki. Each time the method of killing would be different and more horrific than the last, Their thoughts pulsing against Naruto's skull like waves in a violent storm. Headache after headache.

Naruto stopped whispering to himself and silently looked at Mizuki. The man wanted something, obviously, but neither They nor Naruto knew what.

"You know… you could be promoted to Chuunin rank really fast too…"

Mizuki's voice felt like a snake coiling and preparing to strike. Naruto knew better than to trust the man.

"All you'd have to do is steal the scroll of Forbidden Jutsu from the Hokage Tower." Mizuki grinned at Naruto a toothy grin. For a moment, each individual tooth looked razor sharp, like a tiger getting ready to eat its fallen prey.

Instead, Naruto gave into Their commands and launched himself at the unsuspecting Mizuki, burying a kunai into Mizuki's chest.

Shocked, Mizuki stumbled backwards. "W-What?"

Naruto felt the headache fall back. The moment of bliss only increased when the scent of blood hit Naruto's nose. He stood up and walked over to Mizuki, not shaking or trembling for once.

"Y-You are the demon fox, huh." Mizuki coughed up some blood, his lungs starting to fill with blood.

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the man. The man got blood on him. When he got home, he'd have to wash his clothes thoroughly. Maybe 3 cycles through the washing machine before he even felt okay about his clothes, just to make sure the filth gets off.

Naruto stood across from Anko on the rooftop. His headache had been reduced, almost as if it had gone away. The feeling was pure bliss once the scent of blood hit him. They reduced Their constant murmuring and loud complaining to near silent whispers.

Anko watched Naruto smooth his hood down again and continue looking at the ground.

"Introduce yourself, brat." Anko's voice was amused. His answer might help her better understand his mental state or how he works.

Naruto remained silent, smoothing his hood down… yet again. Honestly, he had no need for this. Why couldn't he be a one-man squad and continue teaching himself? He could use his books, his only friends, to teach himself. It had gotten him this far, so why couldn't he keep using them to move forwards?

The Hokage. That man was the reason why Naruto couldn't do things his way. In that moment, Naruto could say he truly hated the Hokage.

Anko cleared her throat, brining Naruto out of his thoughts.

"Brat, I said introduce yourself!" Anko snarled, trying and failing to restrain herself. She cursed at herself on the inside. You don't show emotion when trying to draw somebody out so you can get some idea of their mental state. However, she also realized, that you could gleam information based off what the person did not do.

In the fifteen minutes they had been standing there, Anko had noticed a few things. Naruto always looked down when around other people, meaning he wasn't that direct when it came to dealing with people or didn't have experience. He constantly smoothed his hood down with glove-covered hands – his fingers looked thin through the gloves, a sign of malnutrition. He trembled constantly, probably scared all the time. Naruto took a step backwards and then forwards every now and then, to regain balance.

Naruto's clothing also said things about himself. A black jacket/hoodie with the sleeves cut off at the elbows, very dark grey bandages covering the rest of his arms and black gloves. Light grey T-shit exposing itself, probably a size larger than he was, showing the bottom of the shirt from under the jacket/hoodie. Long black shorts going just below his knees, dark grey bandages covering the exposed parts of his shins, and short black leather boots, like the kind of boots bandits used for stealth. Anko had yet to see his face or neck, his hood and constant looking at the ground while slouching covered his head and neck.

Anko assumed Naruto would probably try to blend into the shadows, being uncomfortable around people. The very dark clothing with slight changes in shades made the clothing perfect for blending into dark areas. Probably a stealth and assassination expert. The bandages indicated bruising or past injuries, so Naruto was probably at least able to hold his own in taijutsu. However, Anko suspected taijutsu wasn't his actual strength. Yes, unknown to many, stealth and taijutsu could combine and form a very deadly combination. But still, this boy seemed to shy away from any form of physical contact.

Sighing to herself, Anko was getting frustrated at his refusal to introduce himself. She knew he could talk, since he was whispering to himself earlier before she revealed herself. Putting her hand on her shoulder to get his attention, Anko spoke up again.

"Introduce yourself."

Naruto looked up suddenly and violent jerked away, stumbling backwards a few steps.

Anko barely caught what he said, just barely picking up on his scratchy yet quiet voice.

"I am Uzumaki Naruto."

Deadpanning, Anko looked at Naruto with a strange expression. "I said introduce yourself. I already know your name, brat. Tell me what you like, what you don't like, hobbies, specialties, and so on."

Taking a deep breath and shuddering, Naruto spoke up slightly louder this time.

"I like cleanliness and order… I dislike everything else. I read in spare time…"

Naruto hoped that would get her to shut up. This woman was scary. Despite wearing provocative clothing, this woman reeked of death. The occasional snake showing its head from the sleeves of her trench coat freaked him out. Snakes were dirty and vile creatures, using their poison to kill. Poison was not clean in any way, at least to his knowledge.

Anko sweat dropped, not that Naruto noticed. Well, he might have noticed, but he didn't show it. This kid was very anti-social. Most eleven-year-old children were loud and obnoxious, or shy and reserved. But never this shy and reserved.

Plus, Anko had noted the dead body of the Chuunin earlier when she arrived. Anko figured it was time to ask about that.

"That's… great, Naruto. What's with the dead body over there?" Anko pointed behind Naruto to the other side of the roof, directly at Mizuki's dead body.

"He was going to kill me. They told me so. They said I had to kill him. So, I did."

His voice was much clearer this time. Slightly quieter, yes, but clearer. Less scratchy. Almost as if he was in a trance when he said it.

Great. A potential sociopath with schizophrenia. Just great.

A few months had passed since the incident on the academy rooftop.

Anko could safely say Naruto had improved by leaps and bounds. When the Hokage had asked her to give a review on Naruto's skillset, Anko gave him her best description. The boy had low Genin taijutsu, close to Chuunin level ninjutsu, and slightly above Chuunin level genjutsu overall. The boy could hold his own in taijutsu until back-up arrived, but he wouldn't last long in a direct taijutsu fight. His ninjutsu was complicated.

Naruto was able to form what Anko had dubbed "Dark Ice" due to its odd coloration. The boy created his own weapons, generally senbon made of ice or a mix between a chokuto and a tanto. Naruto had the ability to create mist and masterfully use the "Hiding in the Mist" jutsu that so many Kiri ninja were known for. His ability to ever so slowly drag it in made it seem natural. Using the mist, Naruto was also able to make it float above an area like clouds and make it "rain."

Most people wouldn't understand the significance of being able to make it rain, but when you realized it, it was impressive. Rain usually made an area darker, making it ideal for stealth specialists. Nobody questioned rain either, since rain wasn't a genjutsu. It was real. Rain also made the earth sludgy, or muddy. Mud was easy to dig through and place traps and cover the traps up to make it look natural.

Naruto's genjutsu skills were impressive for a Genin. He was able to turn completely invisible or turn into a solid object. Despite what one may think, it wasn't always aggressive genjutsu that could get you killed. There was the other type of genjutsu: passive genjutsu. Passive genjutsu was usually ignored in favor of the more aggressive and flashier genjutsu, making it very uncommon and very underestimated. Noise canceling genjutsu, invisibility genjutsu, shape shifting genjutsu, genjutsu that could blend shadows, and "stalker" genjutsu. "Stalker" genjutsu would make you see somebody or something running just out of the edge of your vision, barely noticeable. But it did wonders to an enemy.

The enemy would become paranoid and jumpy. The number of mistakes they made were exponentially increased when they became paranoid and jumpy. Their teammates would think that the target was crazy or just seeing things, and distrust would form. It would burn bridges in trust and teamwork, ultimately getting the team killed.

Anko was quite prideful when she told the Hokage about Naruto's progress in poisons and toxins. Sadly, he never listened when it came to slow killing toxins or poisons, but he was a genius when it came to finding ways to quickly kill with a poison. Naruto had started to try to learn how to cover his ice senbon in the stuff before he threw it, to not only poison the target but also cause an immediate injury. Nobody expected an ice needle to poison them.

Oh yes, Anko was quite proud of Naruto's progress.

His mental progress, however, was worrying.

He never talked much. Even being around Anko for four months hadn't gotten him to open up very much. Granted, he talked slightly more than he used to, but he never talked unless talked to and when he did it was short and direct.

Anko could safely say that Naruto was a sociopath with schizophrenia and a severe case of OCD.

Things would be interesting.

A/N Section

And done.

This, overall, took maybe an hour and a half to do with a lot of breaks in-between.

I write only when I am either bored or in a certain mind-set.

However, I will try to upload anywhere between one or two times a month.