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, and Naruto and the United States of America aren't mine.
(Double disclaimer: I'm not a catholic. I don't know the proper way of catholic marriage. What you're reading right now is what I've learned from my research.)
Naruto Uzumaki
Wearing the suit that my dad and I chose for me. I stand, resisting the urge to tap my feet. Accumulation of absorbed sweat in my shirt can be felt around my spine. I looked at the watch too many times to count, waiting for her to make her entrance. Looking at dad and mom who are sitting on the right side of the front row with the rest of my relatives. Their faces are filled with happiness, mom is dressed conservatively and bawling her eyes out, while dad remains stoic but his eyes tell me his true emotion. Aunt Nancy and his family are here. Our relationship with them is sometimes strenuous yet that doesn't stop us from inviting them. In the end, they are still family. On the left side is Rebbeca's family; all of them are wearing expensive suits. I'm talking about custom suits. Rebecca's family is rich, like really rich. They own a good chunk of many different companies, for example, Ford Motor Company, Apple, etc (All of them under 10 percent). Some of them are even CEOs. All of them are glaring daggers while judging me. Well, except for Christ Rebecca's father… He's a cool dude.
Kurama? He's just sleeping on mom's lap!' Can't believe that guy.' Thank God we manage to establish some sort of way for us to have privacy. If he can heat me he'll prob' ruin the wedding out of spite because of my thoughts. 'Damn Fox.'
"You're nervous?" Aaron whispered to me, breaking my stupor. I restrained my face from showing a face that is telling him. 'No shit Sherlock.'
"Of course I am. This is a big day for me." I informed him.
Another silence.
"Hey, Naru." I heard Aaron call me again, a bit annoyed this time. I'm thinking about my wedding here.
"Yeah, what?"
"Thanks for trusting me to be the best man." I smiled immediately after hearing that he is honored to be my best man.
"No Problem," I smiled a little, "Just don't betray my trust by saying stupid shit in your speech." my voice was whispering but contained a threat.
"Don't worry I won't. It's not like every day a Muslim becomes the best man in a Christian wedding." You know I did not consider that.
"Are you sure this is ok for you?" I don't want him to gain sin in his religion because of me.
"Probably." His answer did not inspire confidence. Wanting to talk to Aaron more I stopped mid-sentence hearing footsteps outside because of my chakra-enhanced ears.
The door opened revealing Rebbeca in a white dress being accompanied by her father. Her face is beautiful and serene. Walking down the aisle with angelic music. She started and gave me a brief smile.
"You look distracted," She said. My jaw is just hanging enraptured by her beauty.
"Nathan?" Only to be snapped by the priest who gives me a knowing look. I nodded saying to him that I have gained my focus. "We are here on this beautiful day to witness the marriage of Nathaniel Russel and Rebecca Harth. In the name of God will you Nathaniel accept Rebbeca as your wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for you to promise to love and cherish her?"
"I do"
The Priest turned to Rebbeca. "In the name of God Will you Rebbeca accept Nathaniel as your husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for you to promise to love and cherish her?"
"I do," she said with teary eyes.
"Then I proclaimed you both as husband and wife!!"
Soldier
2016
Joint Operations: Kurdish International Volunteers, Kurdish Special Forces, 1st Special Forces Operations Delta.
Syria, the outskirts of Mosul.
Volunteer, Sergeant Anthony (Torrez)
My body is cold, even all the layers of fabric still can't shield me from the freezing desert night. The moon and ramshackle lights are the only sources of illumination. Hanging my PKM, I rub my arm only to sigh. I forgot that I usually use gloves in combat missions. 'Hope no one sees that.' My hope was crushed when I heard a girl snickering behind me; one of the Kurdish SpecOps to be exact. I silently curse my bad luck.
We look at the surrounding land filled with desert biomes and destroyed buildings. This place seemed lively in the past, there's a sign of a place that once prospered with life where Bazar was once held. Yet now, it's all wasteland. The road we travel is once full of bodies. How do I know? The smell, the smell is horrible. If there wasn't any rain yesterday it would be a lot worse.
An entire squad is walking with us Foreign Volunteers and Kurdish Special Forces. Not an infeasible bunch though seeing both forces on the same covert mission is a bit weird. We can communicate relatively speaking, these special forces guys have been trained by western spec ops so I expect them to understand English. I hope so.
The mission itself is unusual for us to undertake, rendezvousing with an American SpecOps team. Why should we march to our destination when we can just use the humvee the American Gov gave us? Well, it's not ours, they just occasionally lend it to us, and by occasionally I mean always. My point still stands if you want to have stealth in your mission sending the Kurdish SpecOps makes sense but us?!! We're just a ragtag group of volunteers except for our team leader. He never said anything but everyone knows he's ex-special forces. I, on the other hand, I'm just a chef that spends almost half of his life savings to help these people. I didn't even have proper military training until 6 months ago. Yeah, I know im stupid.
Curious about the nature of the mission I decided to ask my team leader. "Sir, do you know what team we're meeting? It's kinda weird that Command sends us with the SpecOps guys."
"And girl," the Kurdish girl that previously laughed at me said with a heavy accent.
"And girl," I said while rolling my eyes. 'Well, at least I know we can communicate.'
Without turning his head he answered. "We're not meeting a team, but one guy. The guy," he said while emphasizing the 'The'.
"We walk many miles just to meet one guy?" I said incredulously, "how important is this guy anyway?"
This time he briefly turned his head and just had a face that just said you have no idea. "We called him FOX. He's the deadliest fighter in human history. His kills are in the hundreds, that's not counting his kills with a gun." That made me and some of the guy's gulp. If our team leader, a certified badass, hypes the guy this much I can imagine how insane his skill is. "I think you'll recognize him right away Torrez you're from America right?"
"No, sir. Where im from we eat poutines." Yes, I'm from Canada. Our team leader was surprised by my country of Origin.
"You seem to be familiar with him, Captain Terry. A close friend of yours?" the previous girl asked Captain Terry.
"Of course, I knew him. Everyone in Delta knew him." I just won a bet. "We jokingly refer to him as a call of duty protagonist. Or a pilot from the game that has a giant mech in it." Titanfall?
"You're telling me that this guy did a wall run with a full kit? How the hell is that even possible?!!" I said almost screaming.
"Don't scream too loud American, the enemy will notice us." I glare at the woman for saying that I'm American. I've already told him I'm not American, I'm Canadian for god sake.
"I'm Canadian," I said with an annoyed tone.
"Ehhh, close enough," she said smugly. I hate this woman.
"Now Lt. Naza, don't annoy private Torrez. He may be fun to annoy, but right now I'm afraid he'll overreact if we push his button too much," he said with a snicker. My eyes are wide when Cpt. Terry called her Lt. Looking back at her, she made a cutesy peace sign. I twitched my eyes in annoyance.
'How the hell did she become a Lt?' I just stare at her while walking.
"What is it, American? Shocked that a woman is second in command?" She said snidely.
"No. I'm surprised they let a muppet like you become Lt. It's clear you're not mature," I said with a glare. She glared back at me.
"Quite you two," the captain sighed. "So it's going to be like that huh? With the two of you," he shook his head. "We're in urban combat, enemy forces could attack us at any moment if we don't keep operational silence." There was another silence in the group. I awkwardly fidget with my gun looking around the destroyed city.
"So Captain," he silently groans, "why are we meeting this guy anyway?"
"Hostage rescue. Our guy had rescued 10 people all on his own and needed the nearest team to extract them. We extract the hostage while the guy will presume his mission," explained Captain Terry.
'Ok. That explains why a unit that has a mixed bag of quality is operating with the best of the Kurdish Peshmerga,' I thought to myself. I was kinda disappointed though our mission is basically a glorified bodyguard job.
"Why isn't our contact helping us to guard the Hostage? It would be better if we had more hands to help us. Especially from someone who, if what Captain Terry said is true, is a very skilled person," said lieutenant Naza. I and the other guys in our formation nodded agreeing with her.
"Let's just say the guy likes to rescue people even if it jeopardizes the mission. No, I will not tell y'all his original mission; that's classified." We all booed hearing captain Terry's reasoning saying that he is no fun and a party pooper. He just rolled his eyes seeing our antics muttering that we all act like frat bros.
10 minutes of walking later captain Terry motioned us to stop with his hand. I and the guys readied our guns. We heard a crack in the back of our formation. I was about to aim my gun in that direction but…
"Don't move or I'm going to shoot you all." A sense of fear shot through me, his tone of voice promised my death. How the fuck did he snuck behind all of us? "flash?"
"Fire. It's good you still like to keep us on edge… Fox." Captain Terry turned his head, "It's good to see you old friend. I trust Rebbeca is well." seeing that captain terry has softened the mood. I also turn my head to see this mysterious Fox.
Wearing a weird desert camo I haven't seen, his face is covered with a tan balaclava and what I presume are goggles yet its surface looks metallic, a myriad of knives in front of his magazine carrier, and the coolest looking gun that looks experimental. 'Holy shit what a kit," I can't help but feel jealous seeing what he's carrying. That gun has a weird mag. It's like a bastard child between 5.56 and 7.62 mm and the scope looks advanced as hell. The problem is it's a bullpup, a good rifle for close quarters but I still have some distaste for it.
Lowering his gun, Fox instructs us to follow him. He led us to a destroyed building and motioned us to come inside. Looking around the rubble-filled place he made his way to the corner of the room where he wiped the floor to reveal a basement door made of metal. Knocking on the door he opened his balaclava to reveal his mouth. "It's me," he said. The basement door opened revealing a child. "Come let us recuperate inside," Fox said while his body was getting out of view.
"Well, you heard him, let's go," Captain Terry instructed us.
Following Captain Terry's instruction, we head to the basement. Greeting us was a horrid sight: women and children were barely fed, scars of torture were inflicted upon all of them, and ragged cloth was soaked with blood. The room, while relatively clean knowing the situation is hardly an ideal condition for these people. Saying perfect Arabic with a slight tinge of accent. Fox is trying to calm the hostages. After calming them he turned to us, opening his balaclava, his goggles split into two parts revealing a bright blue eye, then opening his helmet showing his sunny touched hair. My eyes gradually widen with every step he makes to reveal himself.
"N-N-Nathaniel Russel!!" My jaw dropped and the inner fanboy in me surged. The man himself touched his index finger on his lips ordering me to be quiet. I scratched my head in the back feeling embarrassed.
"Terry, can you give these people some first aid? mine is already out," he asked Captain Terry. Nodding at his request Captain Terry instructed the unit medic to help the hostages. I was about to ask him a question but was stopped by Lt. Naza.
"You seem overly excited seeing him. Is he a well-known fighter in America?" Asked Lt. Naza. I can't help but feel pity for her not knowing HIM!
"Well-known? Hardly. The man is a fucking walking myth. A legendary fighter that has killed thousands, he has destroyed multiple rebel and terrorist cells all by himself! He's not well-known; he's revered in all of the American continents," I said with barely contained enthusiasm. Since I heard of him in high school I have always wanted to meet him. A man that brings assured victory. "The Undefeated Hero of America," I said the last part with obvious awe and respect. Lt. Naza raised an eyebrow seeing my demeanor and shook her head.
"See, American, Canadian both of them are the same," she muttered. I was about to argue with her but Nathaniel Russel spoke.
"Please despite my reputation don't say my accomplishment out loud as something to be… Respected," he said with clear sadness in his voice. That man had seen things, his eyes were bright yet what he saw was gloom. "My full rank is Captain Nathaniel Russel, but just call me Naru, I don't like it when people are too formal with me."
"Yes sir," I saluted out of instinct. He sighed seeing my act. "I mean, sorry Captain Naru.'
"It's fine, do you all have any questions?" he said.
One of the guys raised his hand. "Sir, if it's ok to ask, what is this place?"
"This is an abandoned CIA safe house that was previously used for, you know, stuff," he said with a chuckle, "since Mosul was captured the place was emptied so the classified material here does not fall into the wrong hands. But enough story you all should rest. I will be outside scouting places for any enemy to kill by myself."
"Uhh, sir, I don't want to dampen your mood but how are you going to kill them? Even if your gun is suppressed, the bullet's sonic boom will alert the whole city!" I informed him
"Oh that's easy," he pulled up a knife, "I'll just kill all of them with these," he said with a smile trying to assure us instead it only made an aura of him being an absolute apex predator. And then with a blink of an eye, he's gone.
"What the fuck," I and the collective people in the room except Captain Terry's jaw was on the floor seeing that the man was gone in seconds.
"You'll get used to it."
Naruto Uzumaki
It's been 4 years since I joined the army. Following my performance on my first tour, I received an email; an invitation to join delta. My training was hard even for ninjas' standards. Straight after graduation, I was transferred to a team. Yet after a couple of missions, JSOC realized that no one in Delta can keep up with me. I was deployed on all fronts of battle: The jungle of Colombia hunting drug dealers, Ukraine assassinating a key target in the Donbas, Africa hunting Isis-related militant groups, and infiltrating near-peer countries.
Safe to say I've been busy with my life. I have a child now named Hiruzen in honor of him to remind me of the will of fire and what I'm protecting. Rebecca was livid when she heard that I'm going to name our first son monkey jump, but I managed to convince her somehow. Speaking of Rebecca she's now a board member of ford a company that her family influences on. Safe to say we're not short on money, especially with my clones actively investing our money in profitable ventures with the help of Kurama.
I made my way up the abandoned building the bunker was in. Looking around the destroyed cityscape I see a more advantageous place to scout any enemies. A mosque that was destroyed by an airstrike before it was used by isis as its barracks. The rule of war prohibits us to destroy any religious building but the circumstances of war forced us. There were children in that building, now dead children. "2 years, 2 years more and I can finally leave this hellscape." I muttered to myself.
Storing my General dynamic experimental bullpup rifle on my back. I jumped from rooftop to rooftop wall running and all. Using the skill in my previous life. I climbed on top of the destroyed towers and saw a patrol of fighters patrolling the streets. Grabbing my knife I cracked my neck. Diving into the air grabbing the nearest ledge I somersaulted up to stand on the rooftop I landed.
They're on high alert, groggily using their weapons and reacting to any change in the wind. The sight of such horrible armed forces made me shake my head. 'How unprofessional,' I thought to myself. They're easy prey for me to pounce on, their fear will not help them in the slightest. Deciding to help them dig their graves. I made some eerie sounds to scare them. That plan works as their behavior becomes more erratic. 'I wonder what made them spook, they're usually not this much of a coward.'
Eventually one of the armed men can't handle the tense situation and just runs. Seeing such a stupid from the man I threw a knife to his head, piercing it from one end to another. The rest of the armed men collectively buckled their feet and shouted some weird stuff in Arabic. "The demon, the demon is here!!!" That answered my question about why they're so afraid.
Deciding not to alert more hostiles. I jumped toward the middle of their formation. Their eyes only caught a glimpse of me before each of the four of them I impaled with a knife hearing footsteps in the distance I vanished with a Shunshin.
The rest of the night I was busy killing more people affiliated with Isis that are used to patrol the streets. Feeling that my current job is done, I headed back to the destroyed building where the basement was; only to find it surrounded by a multitude of Isis fighters. I sighed once more, it feels like I have been sighing a lot lately.
Using my sage mode, I counted the 100 people surrounding the building. The team that was sent to help me only consisted of 1 squad (8 men), not enough to fight this many people. Looking at their position to defend themselves near the basement door it seems they know that they will get overwhelmed and choose a narrower place to fight. 'Smart,' I think to myself.
In a surprisingly semi-discipline manner, they entered the building greeted by a hail of lead. The first enemy fighter that entered was shot in the head pinning the rest of the fighters outside the door. In a stroke of madness or bravery, one of the foreign volunteers manned the windows, scarring the rest of the enemy fighters outside the building spooked with gunfire to find cover. Forced to help their comrade the rest of the squad comes outside their perfectly good position to help the obviously inexperienced fighter.
But it seemed fate was with them, wretched bodies fell onto the ground with holes in their bodies. Despite the disadvantageous position they manage to kill a good chunk of the enemy. That was not for long though. Their guns can pin so many people before the rest of the enemy realizes that they're not being shot at. It only takes one enemy to have that realization and the engagement suddenly flips. And flip it did.
'They were the ones who supposedly had to help me but I'm the one that had to help them,' I mused while cocking my bullpup. 'Well then let's help them out. Kurama!'
Soldier
'Godfucking dammit with me and my stupid ass shit,' I cursed at my idiotic move. Firing my PKM blindly in the direction of the enemy I was hit by a pebble.
"Hey! Idiot! You're just wasting your ammo!" Lt. Naza screamed at me. "You're not hitting anything!"
"I know! I'm just trying to suppress them!!" I screamed back. She rolled her eyes, pulled out a grenade, and then throw it out the window.
"That'll make them quiet," she said with a grin followed by an explosion. Capitalizing on the chance she made I peaked properly at the window and this time properly aimed with my machine gun. "Why did they give the rookie a machine gun anyway!" said Lt. Naza. Funny story I looted this from a retreating Syrian army soldier, they abandoned a lot of equipment to ISIS.
The grenade only gave us a temporary opening as the ones that control fire superiority changed. 'We don't have enough guns to aim at,' I think with desperation. Then out of nowhere, a Technical mounted with a 12.7 (50 caliber) mm KORD rifle shows up. That gun can literally destroy the cover that protected us. So when I noticed it aiming at Lt. Naza I immediately act. "Oh shit!!" Thinking fast I grabbed Lt. Naza; then princes carry her to a safer place. As I moved the heavy bullet destroyed our cover. The gun suddenly stops with someone cursing. 'The gun jammed!!!! Thank God for shity USSR design!!'
"Get off me! You perverted American!!"Screamed Lt. Naza. I let go of my hold. Then I heard screaming again from outside.
" Sniper, we have snip-" the man was silenced with an unfamiliar-sounding bullet.
'It's not 5.56 or 7.62 it feels like in between,' then it hit me, "We're saved!!!"
Not hiding my body because of excitement of seeing the legend show us his skill in the ballet of death. I can't help but feel in awe seeing him forge a path of destruction to all the places he will left. Shooting his magazine until it is bare of content killing 30 people in one shot in the head. A man fired a gun at him only for the bullet to be blocked by a knife, A KNIFE!! How did he even do that? Pulling out his 1911 to the enemy that shot him blowing up his head with 45 ACP. A man tried to close the distance but his head was immediately rent by him, the blood spluttered to FOX's face yet he is not disturbed by it.
Seeing this wanton display of combat prowess, the rest of the enemy concentrated their firepower on him. I expect him to take cover, but no, instead he leap into the air dodging bullet and landed at the nearest enemy splitting his head into two. With the speed that no human should have he wall run to close the distance toward the next enemy delivering a kick his shin.
The rest of my squad can only watch in amazement and horror. 'He's not human.' another man was sliced im half. 'Not a hero.'
'He's a monster.'
GD should've won over SIG (sad emoji).
Welcome freedomringer
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