Harry looked up at the dark ceiling and sighed with a melancholic look on his face. 'I have nothing, I am no one…I'm shadowed by my brother's fame and hated by me parent's…If I had power I could do anything' He thought with a scowl.
'When I was two years old, My 'Family' went into hiding. Mostly because they were under constant attack by a terrorist group known as the Death Eaters. Which were led by the self-titled Dark Lord Voldemort, and because he was after My 'Family' or more importantly after Derik their favorite son, they didn't really care if he was after me.' The boy recited in his mind.
'I love how they planned on having Derik, but they didn't plan on having me. In the beginning of their little war they got all hot and bothered and created me in the process. During their war I was born, I was a liability to them causing some of their friends to die. And they resented me for it. But when my brother was born there resentment shifted into disgust. They believed I was a bad omen, that I was the cause of all there problems. They were idiots.' Harry thought with some amusement.
'Anyway When Serverus Snape overheard a prophecy predicting a child being born on the seventh month and having the power to kill the Dark Lord, Serverus quickly went to his master to inform him of the prophecy. With my brother and the Longbottoms son being born on the seventh month Voldemort quickly assumed it was the Potters and Lomgbottoms.' The boy mused with a annoyance.
'But he was wrong, when he attacked My 'Parents' home he quickly defeated them, why he didn't kill them no one knows, maybe to have them live without their children and live a long agony filled life...that's what I'd do anyway.' Harry thought.
'Voldemort came into our room, this person and I'm using that term loosely. When he came into our room he laughed and started to rant on how a child was supposed to kill him, and that he was immortal the usual cliché crap.' The wizard thought with a scoff. 'But when he sent a killing Curse my direction I deflected it. I don't know how and I don't really care how. But whatever I did turned my hair White and my eyes grew darker, I also felt an extra weight in my psyche. I noticed my baby brother had I lightning shaped scar on his head. That's how far I got unit an Old man with a fashion statement came in. He glanced at me and then to Derik he noticed the lightning bolt scare, and looked like he won the lottery. What a dumbass.'
Harry mused.
'Years later my parent's disgust turned into hate. They hated me, my hair and my eyes...I didn't look like their offspring and I was proud of that. When I turned seven I confronted the presence in my mind and found a weird looking baby creature. I used my mind to absorb it. I learned a lot of things to say the least and I understood everything that went wrong in my life.' Harry thought with a sigh. 'I kept my assimilation with Voldemort a secret, and the truth that he is still alive hidden. When Dumbledore announced that Derik was the Boy-Who-Lived all the 'good' wizards were happy, But the Death Eaters knew the truth about who really defeated Voldemort.' The boy mused.
With Derik turning 5 and being as arrogant as possible just like his parents, I was getting really annoyed with him and my annoyance was noticed by Dumbledore he assumed that I was jealous of Derik's fame. Dumbledore suggested to My 'Parents' that I should be sent away so I don't resent my brother. Which I already did, my 'Parents' jumped at the opportunity to get rid of there so called pain.' Harry went over in his head. 'Now eight years old I was sent to my 'relative's' house. Where my aunt and uncle lived, They hated me, my magic, my lineage, and my so called freakish hair. And I Hated them back, I didn't hide it I told it to their face hell I even threatened them. But with no wand to perform magic I really couldn't defend myself.' The bot thought with a sigh.
With one last sigh Harry let his mind go into unconsciousness.
-Next day-
'I did the usually routine do the Dursley's chores and they don't bitch at me constantly.' Harry mused cynically. After he was done there chores, Hequickly showered, then clothed himself in what could pass as rags. before he went to school.
'I could probably pass for a prodigy if anyone cared about my intelligence but with my White hair and raggy clothing everyone thinks I'm a delinquent. It also doesn't help that my 'relatives' spread those types of rumor, and while I'm at school no one really tries to interact with me. But I like it that way.' Harry thought.
When school was out Harry left casually well as casually as he could with the feeling that something of impending doom. Causing him to quicken his pace.
When Harry arrived at the house he noticed the car parked in the drive way. 'So that means my 'Families' home." Harry deduced.
Harry opened the door to find his 'Aunt' and 'Uncle' glaring at him. 'Oh how I want to stab their eyes out.'
"Get in here you freak" Harry's uncle demanded. 'I do have a name you ass, but I guess you don't have enough brain cells to remember it'
The wizard thought cynically.
"Yes uncle, but I'd appreciate it if you'd not use that word" Harry asked politely but the face he made suggested anything but. He tilted my head to the side and gave an almost face splitting insane smile to threaten them with. 'Look how pale they are. Wait a minute weren't there two of them' were the boy's thought just before getting hit.
Everything flashed black and white. Harry held his head in pain as he looked to his side to see his aunt holding something. Harry was hit twice more before everything started to get blurry. 'NOO! I will not allow my existence to end…I don't want to die, I have my dreams to fulfill…Power to achieve…I WILL NOT DIE.' Harry Yelled internally and his Magic reacted and he felt his entire being be pulled through a tube, and then everything went black
-Naruto universe-
A boy opened his eyes to see everything blurry 'Why is everything blurry? Where am I? Who am I?' Were the questions of a child, with ash-white hair with blood matted in it and some blood was running down the side of his face. He sat leaning against tree and rested while trying to remember, all he could hear was the sound of himself breathing heavily.
-Minutes later-
With his eyes still closed as the searing pain became unbearable he heard something, people approaching, 'what should I do? I'll just wait for now.' The boy thought, as he gritted his teeth in pain. It wasn't like he could do anything at the moment. He felt someone kneel in front of him. But he still couldn't open his eyes through all the pain.
"I bet He's From that city…Where that recent battle was?" the boy heard from ahead of him. 'There was a battle? Was I injured in it?' he questioned internally. "What'll we do sis; He's bleeding from the head. He's gonna die soon" he heard someone say. "Are you going to take him?"
"Urushi…His injuries are less severe than yours where" The boy heard a female voice this time. 'The pain it's going away, what's happening?' The boy asked himself.
He opened his eyes to see a woman with light brown hair and light skin and glasses. While wearing some sort of outfit the looked familiar, but he just couldn't place it. "Don't worry. I may not look it, but I know some medical Ninjutsu" The woman said with a smile, as she raised her hand. But what surprised the boy was that it was glowing green. 'her hands are glowing a soft green and is making my head feel so much better, is this what she means by medical Ninjutsu?' The boy thought to himself.
"Where are you parents?" she asked causing the by to tilted his head downwards. 'I can't remember them but why do I feel hurt when I think of them; are they dead, did they leave me?' The boy questioned myself.
"What's your name?" She asked another question. he look further down then to the side. 'What is my name, do I have one, who am I?' The boy thought.
"Man, Don't you understand anything?!"Asked some weird looking kid.
"Urushi, lend him your shoulder" instructed the woman, before the newly named Urushi walked up to the boy.
"You're lucky, kid! Come on Grab my shoulder!" Urushi said, as he help the boy up. Before they were walked to the a building that the boy later discovered was an orphanage.
A few minutes after getting situated in the orphanage. Nonō sat in front of the young boy, as she finished applying the bandages to his head. The boy himself was lost in thought on who he was and how he had nothing, not even a name.
"Your wound seems to be healing nicely." Nonō assessed. He again looked down in sadness.
Urushi walked up while holding some sort of helmet "Hey, at least say "thank you"! Don't you have any manners?! Hey we don't want anything to happen to you again, so put this on" he said while slamming the helmet on the Boy's head
"ow.." The boy managed to sound out, as the helmet only hurt his head further.
"You don't have manners. You don't have parents…you don't even know your name, that's a first for me!" Urushi exclaimed. Causing the boy to look away in shame.
The boy felt Nonō's hand touch his cheek. "You'll be living here with us now. In other words, I am your mother, starting now. You can always ask me for whatever you need." she told the ash-haired boy, with a genuine smile that he actually believed.
The boy felt a hand on my head. "It's inconvenient that he doesn't have a name" He heard Urushi comment.
"You're right…what would be a good name?" She look like thinking intently, she must really want to name Him. "How about 'Kabuto' like the helmet." Nonō said pointing the Helmet Kabuto wore.
Kabuto heard murmurs from around the orphanage complaining about it. Saying it was too quick to come up with. "It's best not to over think things." Nonō said with a smile. The boy didn't mind it, while the other kids complained. Kabuto actually smile at his name. 'My name is Kabuto...I like it.'
The ash-haired boy thought.