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.
Also as a reminder for general realism: The CIA would never permit the order to assassinate Naruto, they're not stupid unlike a certain agency with their novich- I mean highly distinguishable poison.
Please don't kill me
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Naruto Uzumaki
The media freaked out after my daylight assassination attempt; they can no longer treat my legal battle with Oasis as just a mere state lawsuit after such a drastic development. An assassination attempt on U.S. soil against a famous public figure is too big of a deal to ignore. The public will notice, and notice they did.
Oasis tried to deny their involvement in the assassination attempt, citing that the armed men that were sent to kill me could have been hired by their competitors to tarnish their name and reputation even more amidst my legal battle with them. A fairly good counter and could have worked with the help of media overexposure. Unfortunately for them, my forceful interrogation of one of the assassins destroyed any hope for them to deny their involvement.
It cost him his mind almost, before my naked eyes, I showed upon him the image of destruction; the nine tails in its full form emitting the air of malice and intent to kill. A titan in a fox form that would only be heard in legends for this world. He was knocked unconscious by the sight. By the time the police arrived, they were greeted by me kneeling with fully equipped men lying on the ground unconscious.
All of the assassins were hospitalized and sustained heavy injuries, except for one. The one who had seen Kurama in his true form. The doctors asked me what I had done with him, and I told them that he was probably shocked at how quickly I had taken them all down. Knowing my pedigree, the doctor reluctantly accepted my explanation, no matter how far-fetched it may have been.
I was placed under temporary arrest for a while for my "protection," and was questioned by the police and then the FBI, who were disguising their questions as an investigation when in reality they just wanted to know why I was in North Dakota. Fortunately, I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut and wait until the man regained consciousness.
Meanwhile, while all of this is happening, Oasis is set into a PR panic mode. More people begin to question the safety of their worksite and the number of workers coming forward with their experiences is not just limited to Oasis, but oil companies across the entire country. Oasis tries to save their image by doing a public stunt PSA about their worker safety blah blah and all of that. But the harder they try to deny it, the more the public is convinced that they are in the wrong.
When the assassin that was sent to me woke up, he immediately told the public everything; who was responsible, how the operation was conducted, everything. There are some details that were left out, such as the involvement of the CIA, but I think they're smart enough not to have told him about their involvement. In any case, all of Oasis's dreams of recovering its reputation were destroyed.
Protests broke out all across America, and for the first time both conservatives and liberals came together, albeit not in a united front, against Oasis. It was still impressive how much they agreed on what Oasis had done wrong.
They chanted for my release; the police and the FBI at first resisted, but after they could no longer deny my freedom under the guise of protecting me, they relented. With mounting public pressure, they finally let me go. Armed with my ever-growing popularity, I held rallies and gave speeches that were definitely not me secretly promoting my manifesto and campaigning nearly every week. My social media presence grew exponentially on Twitter, YouTube, and Instagram, eventually requiring managers to handle it all. Soon enough, everyone in America had heard of my name.
The rallies and speeches were not only about addressing the problems with the oil industry but also the problems with the nation as a whole. It almost became an anti-big business movement that would surely cause the Republicans to drop their support, but fortunately for me, I managed to steer it into something more general and nonspecific. It would be foolish of me to say and support specific policies that would muddy my image on both sides of the political spectrum. I needed to come across as a neutral force. Although I had ideas and plans in mind, I knew that for now, I needed to be what the public imagined me to be: a handsome war hero fighting for the average American man.
Eventually, it's not just Oasis that is under the public ire, every damn oil company that was reported to mistreat their workers is under investigation by independent organizations and was found lacking in some basic safety requirements. It has gotten so bad that Congress was forced to lift its arse and actually do something.
That is why I am currently sitting surrounded by sweaty old men and women listening to my case.
"Here we go," the chairman gaveled. "The committee will come to order. Before I begin, I'd like to take a moment to address the guest in the audience…" Camera flashing this whole court is being televised and streamed for the whole world to see. On my left, I could see Burton and his team of lawyers glaring daggers at me. A fact I knew that was not missed by the people inside the court. I just smiled, maintaining an image of calmness. My clones are now in another building with computers and books in hand in case I forget something. I just need them to tap my desk and they would pop to relay the information so I am well prepared.
"The chair recognizes herself for five minutes for an opening statement." Continued the chairman. "Mr. Burton, you are here because the American people need the truth about the safety standard of your industry and your assassination attempt on Mr. Russell's life. Mr. Burton, we know that you know that every action you've taken so far is not in accordance with the values of American society, and because of that, we as the representative of the American people. Expect complete honesty as the standard and the law you are being held to before this committee as we seek to get answers in a full understanding of what happens at Oasis under your watch. You have five minutes to defend yourself, Mr. Burton."
(American political talk has so much bullshit dialogue sometimes that I think their boring dialogue and infective words are intended. How do you guys put up with this?)
The fat and horrible parody of American capitalism, Mr. Burton stood up. "Madam Chairman and Speaker of the House, I as the representative of my company and CEO of the Oasis Oil Limited am honored to be in this room. My life started on a little farm in Arkansas where my father and mother, who were government workers for the Department of Energy, raised me in your typical American home…" Now he is just explaining his life to connect and make himself appear more humane. Everyone knows this is just an act no matter how truthful the information is, but it's a good strategy as it helps to convince some of the more weak-minded people controlled by emotion, you would think these types of people are rarely elected, unfortunately, you'd be wrong.
"Oasis oil limited has provided America with its energy needs for Almost 30 years." It's funny how their company is made right after the first gulf war, yep, that's not suspicious at all. "And in that 30 years, we have followed the law to the letter, and are just your typical…." again bullshit talk. "Thank you, Madam Chairman."
"Thank you, Mr. Burton." replied the chairman. " Now the committee will ask Mr. Russel to give his opening statement, Mr. Russel you have five minutes." Well, it's time to work.
"My name is Nathaniel Russell. I don't engage in silly introductions or feel the need to sell my story. I am here to present my evidence against him and his company. That is all." The entire room is abuzz with conversation. My bluntness seems to be something these pathetic career politicians have never encountered before.
"All-all right," said the committee chairman, clearly bewildered. I could see that her head was already sweating, knowing what type of person I am. "Mr. Burton, you may now begin your defense against the accusations leveled at your company."
"If you permit madam speakers you could see in this slide. "Here we go again."...the Oasis company has a clean track record." lies! "... We have a robust watchdog group in our company that makes it almost impossible for any of us to order the assassination of…" more lies!!!!!! "I-i," he gulped, his eyes fixed upon me as if seeing the devil. The handle on my chair is creaking as my hand grips it so hard without me knowing.
Anger
"M-mr. Russel." the whole room is filled with killing intent. My eyes only focused on him, only him.
Bloodlust
Some of the officers that guarded the room prepared their pistols; sweat forming on their foreheads, ready to draw. The news crew couldn't help but set their eyes on me, no matter how terrifying I looked. The other member of Burton's group was shaking in fear, as did everyone in the room. Before them lay a warrior in rage!
"Mr. Russel!"
"What?!" My voice was not loud, but it boomed across the room. Silencing everyone to listen to me. Chills crept throughout their bodies as they stood in the presence of something far greater than themselves. A leader, no – a king.
"I-i" the chairman coughed to maintain herself. "Control yourself, you are in the presence of The will of the American people. Your action must reflect that."
"Whatever do you mean madam chairman, I am listening quietly to what Mr. Burton is saying, isn't that the proper way here?" I said calmly. But it seems my calm voice hasn't convinced her; her hands are shaking. "Please do continue Mr. Burton, you made a very very convincing argument."
The day America's elite feared.
But for the common citizen,
Hope grows.
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Sorry guys, but nope, just nope. I'm not going to freaking write the most boring thing imaginable.
I'm skipping this so I can give you guys the results of the Lower House hearings.
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The vote came in with a narrow margin of success, with 52% coming in favor of more oversight and safety for the oil industry. The vote was spread evenly among party lines, with both Democrats and Republicans supporting the legislation. It's a strange image to see representatives from Texas and California voting for the same bill.
The memes were glorious
Now into a far more serious matter.
"1 2 3 actions!" the ad director yelled.
Staring into the camera, I wore my formal suit, an orange necktie, and a fox pin. "My name is Nathaniel Russell, born in Detroit in the declining suburbs of America. My family has a long history of military service, dating back to the founding of our nation. My grandfather fought in the Vietnam War, and my father served in both the first Gulf War and Afghanistan. Like them, I too have served in these conflicts."
The cameraman slowly zooms into my face, slowly blurring the Park that acted as the background. I didn't use any teleprompter. Everything I said is sincere from my heart.
"When I conducted my investigation into the oil companies, one of the pillars of our great economy, enduring the struggles of assassination attempts and being silenced by our country's elite, I realized something, something I should have known and acted upon a long time ago."
Rebecca is sitting beside Hiruzen with m
Mom and Dad, looking at me proudly, seeing them for a second made me smile.
"Our once great country, the beacon of liberty, justice, and infinite possibilities has been turned into nothing more than a carcass of the ideal our founding fathers planted into our nation's foundation. Our once-great country is now a mere shadow of its past glory."
Aaron looks at me approvingly; I had told him about my plan to become president, as well as Rebecca, and both of them have overwhelmingly supported me. Rebecca has promised to help by galvanizing her family's support, while Aaron, who is now working for the Department of State, has promised to help me in every way possible. Despite all this, I have not yet revealed my true intentions. I have not told them the truth about my past, something I plan to reveal to them after tonight. I should have told them this a long time ago. The one thing I learned from the Dakotas is that I cannot do this alone.
"The country that my family has served for generations, sacrificing their life for her, is no more. I've been sent around the world to fight for her dying body, fighting and hoping for her not to fall, I say no more!!"
The crew that volunteered to help my campaign was shaken for a second, their eyes transfixed as if seeing an image.
"We will fight, we will find a better way. As a patriot as someone who truly loves our great country and as someone who truly sees the potential our people have. I will not be idle and let our nation shimmer into irrelevance. Let our enemy know this, inside or outside, no matter how hard they try, how much blood they spilled to destroy us. We will endure!! And I want to be involved for us to endure as a nation, because of that…"
I let out a smile.
"I am proud to announce that I will run for SENATOR!!"
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3rd person
"He's becoming a big problem," a man huffed as he smoked a cigarette while watching the giant screen attached to the wall. "Who would have thought that that boy would run for senator? From his record, he didn't seem to have any political ambitions. He either got serious about it during his time in Dakota or he's good at hiding his intentions."
"We've been watching that boy since the incident with that school shooter, and not once have we detected anything ambitious about him except to serve our country's military. Do you really think that a boy who is merely nine years old could fool an agent?" another responded, shaking his head in disbelief at what his colleague was suggesting. He is the oldest of the group.
"He could, judging by his intelligence and the tests we put him through when he was in the army; he's good at hiding his true face," the man who was smoking huffed. "He's a perfect specimen. Trained by his father at a young age and with his level of intellect…"
"Are you suggesting that he's a spy?" A woman interrupted.
"No, I'm suggesting the possibility," reaffirmed the man. "While we can all laugh at Russia's signal intelligence capabilities, their leftover infrastructure from the USSR on how to embed sleeper agents is still the best in the world. I suggest we smear his campaign."
(A/N: Fun Fact: The reason why Russia's intelligence capability is so horrible in the 21st century is because of the ruse they usually use to gather intelligence: Diplomatic Immunity. That network was destroyed by the CIA and FBI (using Signal Intelligence). Both of those agencies revealed the identities of the spies to the world, making them unusable for Russia. Now, Russia relies on their sleeper agents to gather basic information, which is insane! A top-of-the-line spy that took decades to train and put on the field is relegated to spying on basic intelligence gathering.)
The woman could only stare at her colleague, surprised by the audacity of what he was proposing. "We will have to divert resources to protect Estonia from Russian cyberattack for some assumption?! Are you nuts? We're already stretched thin as it is because of our budget restriction and now you want to meddle in our country's politics just because of your suspicion? If the public found out about this…"
"The public won't suspect a thing!" The smoking man declared confidently. "Estonia can be sacrificed; let the Europeans deal with them. They've been boasting about self-reliance more than is comfortable. If they want their independence, give them the responsibility, and we'll just watch from the sidelines as they fail due to their bureaucratic ineptitude. When they realize their mistake, they'll beg for Uncle Sam to come back and save them. Two birds with one stone," he smirked.
"No, Estonia is a testing ground for Russia, if they succeed the audacity of their attacks will increase, and our reputation with our allies will suffer. Besides, he could be a useful ally for us. Our goals are aligned with his, but we must ensure who is in charge."
"And wants the possibility of him wanting to work with us?" the woman asks.
"Admittedly low. Desperate times call for desperate measures; China is on the rise and we must shift all of our focus towards them. In doing so, we need help. America is no longer the same nation it was 70 years ago; we cannot simply out-produce our enemies as we did in the past. We need a figure who is charismatic enough to rally everyone to our cause; he fits that description." The older man explained.
"You're playing a dangerous game. There's a chance that he'll usurp democracy; I don't want a Caesar rising." The man who smokes confesses his worry.
"We may have no choice, my friend."