Becoming President

"Divine/large beings speaking"

'Divine/large beings thinking'

"Normal talking"

'Normal thinking'

" Action"

Disclaimer: This work is not me trying to offend someone. Naruto and the United States of America aren't mine.

Naruto Uzumaki

July 26, 2004.

'The neighbor is arguing again,' I take a deep sigh, frustrated because it is the 6th time this week., 'I can't sleep. I've got school tomorrow!!' Fun fact about my room, it is really close to the neighbor's house. Sometimes even without chakra, I can still hear them arguing. The topics being argued by them are mostly miscellaneous stuff. But when they turn on their TVs they will argue like people haggling in a wet market.

3 years. 3 fucking years since 911 and America has changed this much. When did we get so political all of a sudden? Whenever I turn on the tv or just browse yahoo and myspace it's always politics we talk about. The arguments are always the same republicans vs Democrats. The difference between Republicans and Democrats is getting clearer and clearer; in the past, you can safely say that they are becoming indistinguishable as their beliefs always converge. That's why a bloke called Trump tried to make a third party in the past because America's only two major parties are getting similar. It failed obviously. But now… those gray lines between the two parties are becoming more black and white. The scary thing is I don't know which color to assign them to.

All of them look corrupt to me. None of them tried to unite America but want to divide it along ideology, religion, race, sex, etc. It's honestly scary how confrontational people have become about politics in just 3 years! Thanksgiving was never an event to divide families because of politics yet last year there was a huge fight between Dad and his sister. I didn't hear most of it since I was eating with my cousin at the kid's table. I can only hear tidbits about what they're saying; something about the presidential race between Bush and John Kerry. It isn't even election season yet and they're already arguing about the presidential race!

I think I have an idea of what I'm supposed to save this world from. It's a hunch of mine and I'm not that sure about it myself. It's either ww3 or civil war. Whatever it is, I've only got 6 years left before I have to take action. This is my final year in grade school. I've been offered to advance my class early. I refuse of course. I want to have more prep time before I'm 17. There are only two options for me: either I become a lawyer pursuing a political career or join the military at Westpoint and become a general. The first one will grant me more power but the limitation, if I have to run for president, is pain!! I don't want to be limited by some pasty old white dudes while trying to change this country. It is the faster method unfortunately as being a general will take decades. I don't know if I even have decades to prepare. But the political gain I have to have to become president is massive and political gain is hard to acquire.

"Which is why I suggest you become a lawyer after becoming a soldier." Kurama's voice can be heard inside my mind. He's currently sleeping in his dog-sized bed. It's been 3 years since my promise to transport him back in my seal. There are 2 reasons why he's still in that form. One, it provides him much greater freedom, and two he can eat dad's Bbq ribs which is solid reasoning. Dad made the best BBQ in the whole neighborhood because he is the only white guy that uses actual spice seasoning!! Why is it that white Americans have been given the option to have a variety of spices and yet still manage to have their spice cabinets empty?

'You know well using that method would be the most time condense. 6 Years of army contract, 3 years In university studying law, and the remaining years building my political career as much as possible so I can run in 2028.' If I could pull this off. I would be the youngest president in American history.

"1 year in university if you decide to join while in the reserve force.' That's a good point. "Besides, America loves soldiers. Even if they are a lefty who still hates the military they can never publicly they'll that they hate a soldier. Your political points will be high if you're also ex-special forces.' soldier, Lawyer, Senator, Governor. 61544= 18 years 17 of my age when I have to join the military. I'll be 35, exactly the age requirement to become the U.S. president. 'A subtle hint for me huh.' It's all too convenient for me. Why do I feel like most of my reincarnated life has been planned by some higher power?

'What about Westpoint? I don't have the time to become a commissioned officer if we use this plan.' That'll immediately scratch my plan to become general, not to mention the public perception. Who wants an army grunt being president?

'being special forces will negate any bad public perception. They'll think of you as one badass mitherfuck#r.' That doesn't make sense at all.

'I'll think about it,' I said to Kurama. No need to be hasty. I still have 6 years left to think anyway.

'Think fast, even if you have six years; that time will be gone before you know it.'

"Fine," I think out loud. Noticing that the neighbor has calmed down, I slept soundlessly.

July 27th, 2004

I'm going to school early today. The only person here is the Janitor and some kids who are early for whatever reason. I want to test something. I was playing WoW with Aaron raiding a dungeon with my guild members. I and Aaron have meticulously made the perfect fucking plan to raid the dungeon but my other guild member who is a paladin of our raid team named Jenkins; just charged in while shouting LEROY JENKINS!!! That got all of the other teams killed when we tried to save him. It was my first gamer rage. My computer was dead when I raged, the next day I found a video from a forum online of the same event. Some motherfucker recorded and uploaded that shit to the internet. For my computer… I swear I didn't destroy it. My chakra leaked when I raged and for some reason, it affected the computer electronics.

The computer is fixable as only the electrical box was fried. That event gave me an idea with my clones for the past month or so with 20 of my clones and a lot of Natural energy. I think I have a basic understanding of computers and coding. I don't know how but Kurama managed to make a display in my seal that can be transferable to my vision making a head-up display of the thing I'm hacking. It's neat, it feels like I'm in a video game.

In front of me is the school vending machine full of goodies, ranging from cheese it to snicker bars; I want the fucking snicker bars! Putting my hand on the keypad I managed to trick one of the vending machine motors to turn something fall with excitement. I immediately ravaged the food from the heavens with delight.

'This is such an underwhelming way to demonstrate your power you could've robbed a bank but you choose to just steal one thing from a vending machine,' I heard Kurama. darn this shared vision! I can't have any privacy. He's in my house sleeping in mom's lap enjoying head pats from her.

'Why would I want to rob a bank?' I'm trying to join the army here. I can't have any criminal records.

'For fun… life's been boring for me, there's no action.' Is he really this bored?

'Whatever the school is getting crowded I'll talk to you later. And Kurama we have to talk about how to shut down our shared vision on command.' I want my privacy back, damn it!

' Whatever you say,' he replied lazily.

More people start to appear in the school hallway. They all pretend to not stare at me, failing at best. I stop a sudden urge to roll my eyes at their amateurish way. 'At least don't giggle when you try to spy on me.'

"Hey, Naru," I hear Aaron calling my name. Before I could turn back he patted my back with quite a lot of force. "Man, you're early today. What's the occasion?"

"Nothing, I just felt like going early." he raised an eyebrow after hearing my answer. "What's wrong?

"Nothing I'm just… surprised." There was a quiet silence when we walked toward class. "You know where Rebbeca is?"

"Why do you think I know where she is? We're close but that doesn't mean I always know where she is." Why do people expect me to be the expert when it comes to Rebecca while Rebecca is regarded as an expert on me?

"What are you guys talking about?" My head and Aarons are suddenly being locked by an arm from a girl. "It's not about me right?" years of hanging out with guys have made her quite the tomboy. Her arms are strong because of martial arts training. She's in the same Dojo as me; while I'm a black belt she only has a red belt.

"Too tight,'' said Aaron. The difference between the two is clear: Aaron is a nerd while Rebbeca is the Jock in our group. Rebecca, complying with Aaron's request, let go of her hold.

Ringg!!

'Just your normal day.'

"Mom, if I join the army would you be mad at me?" Dad is driving while mom is sitting in the front row of the car with him. Both of them picked me up from school as usual.

"Now Naru you're not serious are you?" Her question is only met with silence. "NO!! Absolutely NO! I will not have my boy killed for no reason!"

"i-i was just aski-"

"That's enough Nathan we're done discussing this. You will not join the military! Michael put some sense into your son." Dad stopped the car and parked it near the park.

"Is this really what you want?" Dad asked.

"Michael!!" Dad just put his index finger in his lips while looking at mom thoughtfully.

"Yes. I've been thinking about it for a while now. I decided long ago that I want to serve this country." Dad can't help but smile seeing me.

"What do you think, Cassie? Our boy seems determined. I think it's best we support him the best we can to prepare him for the future." He said to mom.

"Michael, the situation is different; our boy, our only son joining the army." Tears started to flow from her eyes. "I don't want to lose him."

Daf hugged mom trying to console her. "Our little bird is special, we know it from the start. He already made his own decision early in his life and we know it's genuine because he is our son. He already made his choice. We are his parents. Let's support him the best we can. Ok, Cassie."

"You've always known how to reason with me. Don't cry Naru," I wiped the unnoticed tears from my eyes. 'I'm crying?'

Wiping her tears, mom smiled at me. "I'll support you but!" oh no. "You still have to promise me to have good grades. I don't want to see my sin slaking. Is that clear, young man?" mom said.

"yes Ma'am!" I replied.

"good."

Later that night we were at the dining table eating while watching the Democratic National Convention DNC for shorts on Tv. "Be honest dear, would you think that John Kerry would win against bush?" see what is said becoming more political.

'No. Bush is still riding on 9/11." Dad answered. "I don't think we'll find any good candidates that could beat Bush." Mom sighed hearing dad answer. "unless we have another Clinton situation." Mom suddenly glared at dad.

"Michael!!" Dad laughed hearing mom's reaction. 'Don't laugh, Naruto, don't laugh.' it appalled me that such action is taken in the white house. 'Thank god that never happened in my previous life.'

'oh you would be surprised,' I heard Kurama. What… No, No!!!

'im eating, stop!!" Kurama cackled telepathically.

"whos this guy?" dad said. Watching the Tv. A skinny African American just entered the stage. "Obama, that's a weird name." I broke from my conversation with Kurama to focus on the Tv.

" Tonight is a particular honor for me because let's face it, my presence on this stage is pretty unlikely. My Father was a foreign student born and raised in a small village in Kenya." The crowd applauded slightly. At this point onwards the three of us are focused on the Tv.

" My parents shared not only an improbable love; they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. here knowing that my story is part of the larger American story, that I owe a debt to all of those who came before me, and that, in no other country on earth, is my story even possible." Who is this guy? "... That my story is a part of a larger American story."

" Alongside our famous individualism, there's another ingredient in the American saga. A belief that we are connected as one people. If there's a child on the south side of Chicago who can't read, that matters to me, "The crowd roared again . "Even if it's not my child. If there's a senior citizen somewhere who can't pay for her prescription and has to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer. I am my brother's keeper, I am my sister's keeper — that makes this country work. It's what allows us to pursue our individual dreams, yet still come together as a single American family. "E Pluribus Unum." Out of many, one."

Will of fire

I've never considered the will of fire so fitting with America.

"He's going to be president one day." I heard Dad Mutter. I can't help agreeing with him that Obama guy is oozing charisma.

" Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there's not a liberal America and a conservative America — there's the United States of America." my heart beat faster out of excitement hearing his speech. The crowd on tv exceeded my excitement in every possible way.

" the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a mill worker's son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too. The audacity of …"

HOPE!

2011

"Nathaniel Russell, 17 years old born in 1993, undefeated in many martial and parkours competitions, your grades are all full of A's, have taken a mock SAT exam in middle school with a score of 1600, and most important of all stop a school shooting when he was 9. Why in God's name are you joining the army son? You could've been an officer hell you could've been a billionaire for all I know yet you choose to throw away a possible better future for yourself?" the military recruiter in front of me said with disbelief.

"Simple sir, I want to serve my country, "I said truthfully.

"Can you at least join the airforce, son?" I shake my head. He sighed and brought up a pen and paper. "sign here," I did what was instructed.

"Now what sir?"

"Now? Welcome to the army."

Finally!!!!! Woooohooooo I can finally write the fun stuff

Again I'm not American so sorry for the lore inaccuracies.