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NarutoXXX x-over

summery-

"A kid? You want a KID to be the next XXX? You're going senile!""This kid is perfect. He's smart, surprisingly experienced, and no one would suspect him. He'd just look like a rich kid looking for some fun in the underground. He shows them his skills along the way and they start to trust him. He has the skills qualified to be the next agent...Best of all, he's got the tattoo."

NarutoFastFurious x-over

Fast Fury

summery-

I like driving fast. What can I say? I don't have much of an excuse except that my life has always beenin the fast lane. One foster home after the next since I was born, meeting some nice people along the way and keep in touch. I earn my keep for me and my little brother winning street races... nowadays.

Fast Fury

Chapter 1

I like driving fast.

What can I say?

I don't have much of an excuse except that my life has always been in the fast lane.

Forced into and kicked out of one foster home after the next since I was born, meeting some nice people I didn't live with along the way and keeping in touch.

As a baby, I basically stayed in an orphanage until I was four when a nice rich family that thought i was simply to adorable to not live with a family such as theirs. They already had a little boy but due to comlications, the wife couldn't have any more children. The little boy was two years older than me with freckles and red hair who hated me from day one because of how much the maids adored my golden spikes, saphire blue eyes, and usual but all the more adorable whisker-like birthmarks.

A week and a half later, the brat rolled down the stairs to purposely injure himself and said I shoved him from the top. The parents, of course, believed him over me even with several maids and the mansion's cook and head butler witnessed me helping make a birthday cake in the kitchen for one of the maids' daughters.

Every witness to my support in that masion quit the next day.

I was back in the orpahge temporarily for another two years before another family thought I was adorable and they took me in. After a couple days I found they only wanted me as a doll to show off to the neighbors families. Some of the families just turned away just because I wasn't the couple's real kid. The couple didn't care where I went and actually beat me a few times if I wasn't being a good enough doll. I ran way and stayed with nice old man for a few months and the couple didn't report me missing, afraid of getting into trouble. The old man didn't know I was staying in his attic until it'd already been almost half a year, he thought I was still living with the couple until he'd gone by their house one day because I'd forgotten my lucky bandana last time I came to visit him. The couple only froze and said they'd never heard of me. The old man came back home and found me sleeping in his attic.

The old man saw me as the closest thing to a grandson he'd had in a long time but new I wouldn't be able to stay there with him because the state wouldn't allow it stating he was too old and could die any day now.

I still keep in touch with Gramps too. Die-any-day-now my ass!

So, it was back to the orphanage.

Seventh birthday came and went and I was taken in by another rich stiff, but this guy only wanted me for a reason to get the billion dollar fortune from his aunt, who he was only related to by marriage, who wasn't biting the bait. She didn't like me at first because of my smart mouth and crude honesty but later started to love me for the same reasons. Funny how she looked twenty or thirty years younger than her real age yet I still called her "Granny" or "Old Bat" while she call ed me "Runt" or "Brat". Her nephew saw I got too much approval from her than he liked so it was back to the orphanage around my eighth birthday. Granny gave me a Birthday card with a slip of paper and info on the inside along with a laptop with a wireless internet hook-up built in for a present along with, unkown to the nephew, the necklace she always wore that was worth three times her fortune.

I usually keep it hidden under my shirt, but not once since I've gotten it have I ever taken it off.

Using the info she'd given to me, I found that she and her best and oldest friend, who I'd dubbed "Uncle Pervert", made me a bank acount in my name and everything and put half her fortune in it and the other half would be added when Granny passed on.

Their money-grubbing nephew still doesn't know about it.

In the year I was part of the family, Uncle Pervert taught me all he knew about computers and we discovered I had a natural talent for hacking among other things with technology.

Three months after being in the orphanage yet again, I was finally adopted into a nice family with an older brother for me that was in his last year of high school, graduating two months later. I made lots of friends and I was really close to my brother, Irving... That all ended all but a week after I turned eleven. The people I was finally able to call "Mom" and "Dad" were killed in a car crash. Even though Irving was in his third year of college and legally an adult according to the state, he still wasn't allowed to take me in because we weren't really related.

We meet up when we can.

I didn't want any more "fake families" and I said so to the orphanage staff who started seeing me as "walking damaged goods" after being thrown back to them the second and third time. I pretty much kept to myself and my laptop or sketches. Art and tech seemed to be holding my best talents. A friend I had in the orphange, Simon a.k.a. Si, was always drawing with charcole or painting with black paint, it was never with colors. He was the same age as me and I was the only one he ever showed his true smile to, around everyone else it was this creepy fake smile, with no emotion whatsoever behind it. He came to the orphange when he was six and was the only survivor of a fire that killed his single mother and brother. The reason he survived was because he was at school, his brother was home sick, and his mother was known to have fainting spells and had one while she was cooking on the stove-top.

When I was twelve, it seemed as if the state officially put me into an orphanage to stay seeing as whenever a new family thought I be perfect for their family, the "warden", as we called him, told them not to bother. I'd met Kyle soon after, a kid about half my age at the time and I was the only one he talked to much less warmed up to.

Kyle's dad was a military officer who'd become less cheery and more distant when Kyle's mom died in childbirth with Kyle's baby sister. A few weeks before coming to the orphenage, Kyle and his nanny got a letter from his dad's senior officer regretting to inform them that Kyle's dad had died in the line of duty.

Kyle was only in the orphange for a month and some rich old lady wanted to adopt him only to make him her puppet to grow up as the perfect future president of her own business corporation. She didn't care who she got from the orphange as long as they were young but old enough to listen and obey. Kyle seemed to fit the discription. He wanted to stay with me and when the caretakers told this to the old lady said she didn't care and said she'd be back to pick him up by the end of the week by force if neccesary.

Si and me were already thinking of escaping the orphange for the past half year and agreed to go our sepreate ways but still keep in touch on the outside. I told him that I'd be taking Kyle with me. The kid grew on me too much to just leave him.

Two days before the old lady was going to take Kyle away, I asked the runt if he wanted to leave with me and become my little brother.

My answer was him crying into abdomen and clutching my hoodie without letting go for three whole hours.

The next night, two and a half hours after lights out, I sat up in my bed from false sleep and looked to Si's bed, across from mine, and he sat up a minute or two later before coming over to my bed as I pulled my laptop case from under my bed and opening my laptop.

"You're all packed right?" I whisper.

"Yeah, you?" Simon questioned.

"I was packed this morning."

"Ready for everything as always, Nick."

"You know it. Get ready to have you're existance in the orphanage according to computer file erased Si."

"I've been waiting for it. I've already flushed the paper and photgrachpic evedence we're not bringing with us."

"In the furnace right?"

"Yup." Simon said with a light pop on the "p".

"And the sleeping pills?"

"Went into the warden's late night instant coffee mix, crushed into powder so it won't be noticed. I guess it's a bit of a good thing that guy really was a prison warden once otherwise he wouldn't be so paranoid about being awake 24/7 to keep an eye on things."

"Good. And, by the way, you're right about that paranoia." I said finished deleting Si's files and started on Kyle's. "One of the first things I did earlier was mess with security cameras so that they'd be showing reruns from footage over a month ago before they shut off automatically at around one in the morning."

"Nice. Saving your file for last?" Si asked, though he didn't seem a bit surprised.

"Yup." I said imitating his earlier reply. "Security alarms will turn off in a few minutes and stay off for a full hour and it'll be like nothing happened excpet for maybe a suspected power surge, thank god I never listen to the weatherman who said, 'sunny days all week' and went with my gut to check for myself."

"Don't you just love the pouring rain?" Si asked making the two of us muffle our snickers. "Did you remind Ky to dress an hour beforehand like we did?"

"Didn't need to." I said, unable to hide my smile. "The kid's got a natural talent for acting. One of the caretakers tried getting him to undress and dress for bed waiting for me to read him a story for bed and he kept shouted and whining without saying a word, like always, and I told them that they should just let him sleep in his clothes tonight because the old lady promised to have them burned anyway. Ky packed all his clothes for it to by burned tommorrow as ordered, or so they think. No one suspected a thing." I closed my laptop and put it in it's case before grabbing my bag and tying my lucky orange bandana around my wrist. "Let's go get Ky."

Si nodded and we hurried to down the isle to Kyle's bed about a dozen bed's from mine and Si's. Kyle was sleeping hugging the red cap I gave him for his birthday a week ago. You never saw him without it, even though it was too big, but I got it for him to grow into anyway. I shook him awake carefully and he rubbed his eyes tiredly before sitting up and slipping into his lemon yellow hoodie, his sneakers, and getting his bag from under his bed to smile at me.

I checked my watch before taking his hat and putting it on his head and grabbing his hand to go with Si right behind us. We got to a window on the first floor of the three story building with plenty of trees outside and I checked my watch mentally counting down the seconds for the security to shut off and counted the last five on my hand for Ky and Si. The red light on the little moniter above us went out and I imediately opened the window having Si go out first to help me get Kyle out before I fallowed, closing the window behind me. We pulled our hoods up and ran for the front gate, hurrying out and closing it just like the window before running down the sidewalk stopping from time to time for a few seconds out of sight of anyone.

About a half an hour later, the rain was beginning to let up and we were getting closer to a Walmart. A few more minutes of running later we got there and headed for a gardening shed standing outside with other outside items on sale. Once we were inside the gardening shed, we took out our flashlights and pulled down our hoods.

"Empty out your bags of the things you want to keep." I said.

We all did it. We wanted to leave everything orphange rlated behind, including the old donated bags and left all out clothes inside. We used some grocery bags we saved without the staff or warden knowing from the last couple times the staff went grocery shopping to keep the things we wanted to keep together.

Si kept his charcole, paint, and sketchbooks along with pictures he still had of his mom and brother, that were saved fron the fire, and his brother's black wristband with a letter "H" on it in red and his needed info.

Kyle kept the picture of his pregnant mom, his cheerful dad, and him when he was about four, the cap I gave him, and his dad's army knife that the warden kept in his safe and his needed info.

Si and me both know how to pick locks and decode safe tumblers.

I obviously kept my labtop and black and orange labtop case, the only picture I had of my parents, all the pictures and letters from my important people from my foster families before I gained an email adress, my necklace still hanging from my neck under my shirt, and my lucky orange bandana still on my wrist as well as my needed info.

"The rain will stop in a few more minutes, when it does, Si, you throw the bags in the nearest dumpster while I go look for the electrical box to hack the security locks and get us in there." I said. "First we get our way of travel, then clothes, sleep, wake up, grab food, and get the hell out before Walmart opens tomorrow."

This went as planned.

Si threw our old clothes and bags out while I hacked the secuirty lockes and few cameras. Once inside, we went straight to the bikes... until we saw electric scooters. Si got one for him to stand on while I got a bigger one with a seat for Kyle, both had metal baskets. Once we had the scooters unlocked from the racks and their chargers we set them down in the isles before heading to the clothes. Three pairs of pants, boxers, shorts, shirts, two pairs of sneakers and hoodies for each of us and a bag of socks split between the three of us all later we stood in new clothes, threw out the wet clothes we'd been wearing, and took sleeping bags from the camping isle and slept.

My watch beeped at six and we woke up to grab food. We grabbed a few bags of jerky and a few snacks before going to the refrigerated stuff and grabbing anything we could fit into our bags with rain jackets and umbrellas, just in case, before getting to our scooters.