Becoming President

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

Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Shuiesha, while the US of A is the property of the American people.

A more serious disclaimer: This story serves the purpose of entertainment and does not hold the purpose of defamation for any company or organization that is listed in this semi-literary work. Furthermore, any political conversation should not be viewed seriously and should be written off as a work of fiction.

Let's just hope that I don't need a lawyer to continue this story lol.

Happy Ramadhan everyone, UwU. (did I just say UwU?)

Side note: how can I become an American? Genuine question, if I have to join the US army, I'll join the U.S Army.

Naruto Uzumaki

In the last few days, after the YouTubers I partnered with released their videos on the working condition of the Dakota's oil field, the public eye has descended, observing the day-to-day operation of the oil extractor. While national news stations haven't covered this particular topic, independent internet-based journalistic organizations have sent their reporters, stirring controversy that will be cooked to perfection. Normally, I'm the kind of guy that vehemently hates Twitter and Instagram ( in 2018 Tik Tok is still trying to enter America.) But they have proven to be fatal for my plan to work. I've never thought I would ever say it, but I think I've managed to weaponize the SJWs. I'm a freaking GENIUS!!! Hahaha, who would've thought it was that easy to control the masses…. Oh no, it is that easy to control the masses.

Anyway, the side effect of this internet recognition, my face, name, and reputation are now not only associated with my contribution as a war hero but now it is also associated with the movement I'm advocating, interview after interview with independent newsmakers will take a toll on you, dodging trap questions, and young girls on Tumblr making fanfic and thinking about you. You may ask how I know about the girl part, let's just say never google your name if you're famous. Back to the point, my notoriety as the unofficial leader of the movement (which is true) has made me a target, no doubt the suit-rat upstairs already made plans to get rid of me permanently or at least bribery to shut my mouth.

'Let them try, ' I snorted while sitting and munching on Wendy's burger at Wendy's, not caring that the locals eating here were looking at me with curiosity (Weirdly).

The effect of suddenly becoming viral (Not military-related) certainly garnered a positive image for the public. War hero veteran advocating for better working conditions in the Dakotas. I think that was what Vice (News org) put in their video title. A good thing, now the public perception of me is getting more positive by the second. At this current rate, I'll have enough recognition to run as a senator. Accelerating my plan by a large margin.

Talking about the elections prospective, I want to run independently, not aligned with the other big parties, unfortunately, such a move is political suicide. The parties while sometimes squabbling amongst themselves in their respective party, always tried to protect the member within said same party. With their backing, I'll have enough political support to act as some sort of shield to protect me against any political opponents' slander. Giving me enough time to learn how to ducking navigate that place. With some protection from the party I chose, I could possibly make a third independent party to disrupt the status quo of the dual-party-bicameral system the U.S. is currently in.

I don't have to completely dominate the Senate, I just need a simple minority that is over 10 percent to be voted inside both the House Of Representatives and the Senate with that kind of power I could decisively choose a party to choose and support in their policy-making this new third party the kingmaker of the U.S. Congress. I do not need a simple majority but a divided house which would never in their mind come to the possibility of working together.

In the end, it doesn't matter if I don't have the majority of the popular vote, I just need enough votes to influence U.S. politics. Even though what I am doing is undemocratic it is all for the greater good of the American people. Yes, it is for them everything for this country… everything.

I munch on my food, using it as brain power, and before long, I didn't realize that it was all gone. 'Damn, I'm still hungry.' this isn't my first order. I've ordered for the second time already and my stomach is still growling for some more. I shouldn't eat more, it's bad for my health. When I read Wendy's menu "accidentally" my lust for food must be satiate, those spicy nuggets, baconator, and milkshakes just dangling teasing me.

"Frick it! I'm ordering more!"

Slamming my steel debit card (elegant) I startled the poor, poor teenage boy that manned the cashier. " 3 cheeseburgers, 2 fries, and a big ol' milkshake!" I haven't indulged myself these past couple of months and I deserve a reward.

"Sir, this is a Wendy's," the boy said with a cheeky smile.

Did he just…

I added this because of memes; the DNA of the soul!

'Where am I?'

Rummaging through an ocean of gold, a farmer walks touching his crops. The sun is approaching dusk and the clear sky turns into an orange hue. The man stopped to look at the east, he saw bureaucrats scheming– rubbing their hands and looking hungrily at them. To the north, industrialists are fighting against their workers with both of them destined to destroy each other, and their blood staining his lands. To the west, he sees an out-shaven man? Woman? He couldn't truly tell, begging for more money after he/she spent it on something irrelevant. And finally, in the South, a priest is bribed by wealthy landowners to tell lies to the people.

Everyone is responsible for their actions yet they blame each other to save face. When in reality all four of them have their say in their own lives but are just afraid to admit their own faults. How could they blame each other for their respective problem when they are so far apart the farmer will never know. But he knows one thing, as they squabble, as they fight, his land will be destroyed and ignored.

And finally, the farmer looks up to the sky and prays.

For a storm is brewing and his farm is always the victim.

The world shakes and I awoke from my slumber. My phone rings in my hand desperately to get my attention.

'Rebecca?' I answer the video call groggily.

She's sitting on the sofa with little Hirruzen sleeping next to her.

"Naru," she said with a smile.

I replied with the same to match the endearment, "Reb. Are you fine?"

"I'm fine," she answered me. "It's you that I'm worried about. You've been on the internet almost 24/7. Every few days a new article about you is written."

"You shouldn't have worried about me. I can handle myself, you know I could handle myself." I assured her, "There's nothing to worry about, I got everything under control."

"Naru, I don't think you understand what's been happening lately and what you caused."

"I know, the Oil companies are shitting their pants now," I said with a chuckle.

Rebecca just shook her head, "it isn't just the oil companies that are affected, everything is affected Naru, just last month Ford is considering laying off employees because of the uncertainty of domestic production of oil if the worker strike keeps happening people here will struggle. I know you have a plan, you always have a plan, but this kind of publicity stunt isn't you…"

"I'm not doing this for a publicity stunt.."

"Naru, don't lie to me, we've been together so long I know when you're lying. Did you think I didn't notice? All that investment, the political favors you're accumulating, and the way you speak to the public. It's like I'm watching an election campaign. I know you've kept a secret about yourself that you haven't told me but please, please," Tears started to form in her eyes," please, don't you ever endanger yourself for your ambition. I don't want my boy to lose his father."

I could only stay in silence, not expecting Rebecca to cry under my gaze. I haven't told anyone about my secret. I don't trust anyone and I don't expect anyone to believe my story. But the sight of my wife crying and worried for me finally made me snap.

"Rebecca," I said deliberately, "You're right. I do have a secret that I kept from you, a secret that I should've had for you and everyone a long time ago."

Rebecca wiped her tears, "What secret?"

"I…"

Knock knock

"I have to go, but I promise after all of this is done no more secrets, I promise. But for now, could you wait?"

Rebecca nodded, " I could wait. I've waited for you to tell me for almost a decade, what's one more month." She smiled and I smiled back. "Well, then goodbye, for now, I love you."

"I love you too,' she cut the connection.

Placing my phone on the desk beside my motel bed. I pull out the pistol under my pillow with 3 magazines and my knife behind my belt. Standing up, I see from the port hole of the door 5 men wearing suits and dark sunglasses standing in front of the door. 'Well, shit.'

"Nathaniel Russel, sir, we know you're in there. We just want to talk." well at least they're respectful. Every Avenue of escape has probably been covered by sharpshooters. I don't have a plan to escape and I'm not threatened enough to justify the use of chakra and reveal myself. Besides, if they want to kill me they wouldn't knock on the door.

"Wait," I told them. Rummaging through my suitcase I adorned a simple orange blouse and white long jeans with my pistol on the side ready to be pulled at any moment. The door knocked intensely. I ignored it and after 5 minutes I finally opened the door.

The man who I assumed was the team leader of this group of dapper men tried to enter without my invitation, but my hand blocked his pathway and I glared at him hard. He seemed to falter a little with quivering if his eye was proof.

"Who told you can come in uninvited?" I said with venom," I thought whatever agency you're working for would at least teach you, lads, some class."

"We're not here to be friendly, sir, we're here because we have a purpose and we will do that purpose whatever it takes. Trivial pleasantries are not on our calendar." The man didn't back up. His stance and eyes are confident and brave, but with one glance to sense his heartbeat I know he is afraid.

I couldn't help but smile amused by his charade. "They trained you well. Any competent agent would be fooled by you."

Realizing what I meant, he slowly formed a smile as well, "I appreciate your compliment, sir. Now move, let us in." leaning my back to the door frame the five suited men went inside sitting on the sofa the motel provided with some standing guard. I followed them and made my way to the cupboard the motel provided.

"You gentlemen want some tea?" I offered them.

"Thank you for the offering sir but protocol dictates that any agents that were employed by the organization not to consume any possible contaminated food if we can avoid it." He elaborates on his reasoning.

I sighed, "Thought so, well more coffee for me I guess." I ripped off an instant coffee sachet on a small cup and then poured it with hot and warm water, mixed it with a small spoon then laid it with a small saucer plate. The five men watched carefully what I was doing, reviewing my room, and noticing the pile of paper trail that hangs on the wall and the bullet I placed on the desk near my bed, and the pistol and knife in my hip.

"You're rather prepared for a lawyer," He said, trying to stir up a conversation. Not responding to him as I sat first and then took a sip of my coffee. "And at the same time not prepared."

"Why's that?" I raised my eyebrow.

"By just glancing at your room it seems you already had sufficient evidence to push your agenda. If it was a fair court you faced 1 month ago you would already have won. And at the same time, you're oddly relaxed with your security, judging from your sidearm, it's brand new."

He could discern all of that with just a glance. He isn't your normal CIA lapdog, he's the real deal.

"I am not concerned for my safety. I could handle it." I replied.

"Is that hubris I smell or stupidity?" I put down my cup. On its saucer and calmly glared at him.

"It's that a threat?" I let out my chakra and killing intent. It worked as the guards were now visibly shaking when they saw me. But the man… The man is hardly letting out any emotion.

"No, certainly, no, I was just surprised by your confidence. In my long career, It's rare to find someone like you, who could say that confidently with the likes of us. I am just interested," he said calmly.

I let out a smirk dropping my killing intent, "They really trained you well." The room was noticeably less tense as I said those few words. "But still I don't believe your reasoning. People like you will try to remove one way or another."

"And why would we do that? Since you joined the army and we used you as our mascot, the public image of the military has increased; recruitment swelled because of you. You are better to us alive than dead… Besides, it would be rather too suspicious for you to meet your end when you're in the middle of "uncovering a major conspiracy" as the public call it," he explained, "If we want to kill you, you would already be dead by accident."

"Your agency is too confident that you could kill me easily." I reminded him.

"Again, don't mistake my statement as it is. We never said it would be easy. Just resource intensive. We already prepared a special division to hunt you. Right now, however, that many resources should be more wisely spent elsewhere."

"Should I be honored that I am given as much as Fidel Castro?" I took another sip.

"Don't you kid yourself? That man made the entire American government dedicated to killing him." He put a white metallic briefcase on top of the table. Inside is what I would call the most valuable paper in the entire world. Well one of them.

"You want to bribe me? Maybe I should remind you and I'm sure you already know I'm rich. This kind of paper will not sway my resolve." I rolled my eyes. Does he really think I'm a common politician? Well, I got bad news for him. I'm not that kind of person.

He closed the case, "That's the first time anyone rejected a land grant from the government. You know technically any resource under that land will be yours, right? You could build anything, heck we're basically giving you a possible new state in the future. Imagine your kingdom to rule."

I snorted at his con playing and sweet words. "You worded it as if this is a gift, not a curse. Most of the federal land the U.S. has is in the west, either they are now a nuclear wasteland or near the Pacific states. One of the most anti-everything that we're discussing now in the country. If they let out a cry of anger when the northern state was given the same treatment when Trump gave land to those oil companies, what would you think would happen if something similar was right on their doorstep? Before you know it, I will be bankrupt just trying to hire security personnel to keep those overly enthusiastic greens out."

The man shuts the case with force, "What do you want Mr. Russell? We offered you a second chance, but you refused. We offered you a branch of olives, but you refused. Tell me, Mr. Russell, why are you so adamant to destroy America!! Do you not understand this foolish action of yours will only destroy us in the long run? We need the oil field to keep running so that our country could continuously be run without foreign influence, without having to send precious American lives to a war they never understand inside a country they never knew before! What will you achieve with this foolish action? Money, influence, power? Is the sacrifice the common people will suffer because of your action!!"

"The common people already suffered! Don't you see what is happening inside our cities? Home-"

"We know!!" He cut me off. "We know. We've always known."

"And why didn't you act? Why didn't your people answer the cry of millions?"

"Because we can't! Not the rich, not the CIA, not the Congress, not the Supreme Court, not even the fucking president. All of our hands are tied together because of this Kafkaesque system. When we tried to change, when we tried to do better, hundreds of years of established protocol and tradition rear their head. America is the oldest of modern democracies. Some old laws that are not suited to modern times, will always strangle our necks. Even the fucking constitution, the very thing our nation is built on is not as flexible as we like to think."

He took a deep breath and coughed.

"And now we have you. A war hero that tried to shake a system that he doesn't fully understand just because of some idealistic sense of justice. Do you think so highly of yourself that you could fix all of these problems all by yourself? A problem that even thousands of people try to fix but can not? Answer me, can you?!! Or are you just doing all of this for some sort of goal I can not comprehend!"

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"I'm sorry about that sir, I let my emotions get the better of me."

"No, you're right. I do have a goal and an agenda to follow. And you're also right that I am inexperienced in the matter of governance." I finished my drink. " I know that Congress can't do anything to fix this problem because they need to find alternative energy for oil, but realistically, even the most clean energy will be too expensive to maintain and build. We are in a time limit and at the same time we are strangled by bureaucracy. Nuclear energy is the easiest to do and the fastest, but the security risk and the public general disinterest will make the point of building one contentious. Our only hope now is that some new technology to harness power like a fusion reactor is easy enough to be developed and built before our economy is in tatters."

"So what's the point of all of this?" He sounded frustrated. "What's the point of halting critical blood lime for our nation? If you knew all of this, why did you continue your uncalled crusade?"

"Because it is the right thing to do," I answered with a smile, "and besides I do have an agenda for this country. I'm not running for office without a plan."

"In the end, it's just all political power. How typical of you." he rolled his eyes.

And I just laughed, "I'm not your typical politician."

"And what's the difference between you and them?" he asked with suspicion.

"Well, I'm not taking any bribe money/Land. And I do genuinely believe I could fix things. I am a man that could do 100 tasks without a problem." I said confidently. As I am saying the truth, shadow clones have their uses.

The man chuckled and stood up, "You are so idealistic that it is frankly disgusting." he offered his hand for a shake. I stood up but somehow made me sit in my chair. "I just realized I haven't introduced myself, you can call me Joseph." He disengaged the handshake, "The CIA has done our part. Let go," he made his way to the door.

"What do you mean your part?" I asked for clarification.

He looked back at me. "While the CIA values you as valuable, the people that accompany us do not."

'What?' He closed the door before I could properly discern his words. And with the click of a door, all hell broke loose.

Gunfire made holes through the motel's wall, as supersonic bullets threatened to Pierce my body. I rolled and dodge hoping to avoid the hell storm of bullets. 'Joseph you bastard you already knew I'll refuse. All of this time he's trying to distract me from the assassins outside. They really trained him well.'

Waiting for them to stop their shooting. I jumped toward the motel's ceiling waiting on top of the closed door for anyone to enter.

The door opened and my precaution was proven to warrant 10 men wearing black body armor bursting into the room, clearing the motel room I occupied.

"Move, move.".

"Check every corner the boss wants this guy dead."

When the last of the group entered I grabbed and strangled him in the ceiling until he was unconscious. For a second I thought to snap his neck, but that would probably bite me in the ass in the future. I can't fight a legal battle against the Oasis and defend myself at the same time. The unconscious body dropped to the ground alerting the rest of the hit squad.

"In the cei-"

A roundhouse kick shut his mouth before he could speak. Knocking him out.

"OPEN FIRE!!!!"

With the enhancement of chakra, I burst forward to what I assumed is the leader dodging bullets and occasionally blocking them with a knife coated with chakra. His 30-round magazine ran empty and he immediately pulled his sidearm as fast as he could to no avail. My right hook made him fly into the wall, knocking him out cold.

"Kill HIM!! KILL HIM!!"

The next one is armed with a shotgun cocking the Remington as fast as he could. I shot a bullet through the smooth barrel exploding the gun's cooking chamber.

"MY ARM! MY ARM!!"

I spared him the pain with an elbow strike to the neck of his nape. Quickly turning my body, I see that an assault rifle is right in front of my face as I see a spark in the gun barrel I immediately slap away the gun. The bullet grazed my cheek. Not waiting, I punched his chin so hard that his body was stuck in the ceiling.

The rest of the five were huddled together with pale eyes as if seeing a demon hunting them. Their legs shake, and fear can be sensed. I walked deliberately and as loudly as possible.

"Stay back." one of them said with a faltered voice

'Kurama, can I use your chakra?'

'Using it to scare some pathetic humans?' I couldn't see his face but I know he is smirking. "I like your style Naruto. Use it to your heart's-content." Orange energy wrapped around me. The chakra of the nine-tailed fox a being that could wrought the feeling of absolute despair and fear now being used purely to fuck up the mind of these poor bastards.

4 of the surviving group charged only for them to be flying in the air not even under 5 seconds. The last one now made his back touch the wall, his gun shaking aiming it at me.

"STAY BACK!!!" He fell to the ground. "Stay…"

"Back," I finished his sentence. His eyes widened and I noticed that he has the same look that I always find in every soldier that I was about to kill. "What's the matter? Lives flashing before your eyes?" as if snapped by my word, he returned to reality to see a red eye of fury promising untold pain. His gun moved to his face, he wanted to take his life not wanting to await whatever I promised. And of course, his gun was removed from his hand when I throw my knife.

"I'm sorry, I need information, and this…" I said with my most gentle voice. "... This will be painful."

That day will be remembered as the day I was written in the history books.

And I didn't know it at the time.

School sorry