The asylum was a dreary place, professor Charles Xavier thought to himself as he, for the hundredth time in the past year, rolled down the narrow hallway to the isolated room specially outfitted to handle mutants, containing the daughter of his old friend.

Erik may have been a great many things, most of them bad, but Charles knew for a fact that he dearly loved his children. He just did not know the proper way of showing it.

Charles stopped in front of the door as an idea struck him. He had been trying, unsuccessfully, for a year now to help the poor girl out of her shell. So maybe someone else would be more successful. But who? It would have to be someone kind enough to want to help, but powerful enough to withstand the girl's chaotic powers.

He turned the wheelchair around and set off towards the front desk. He knew someone in Greenwich Village who might be able to help

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"Naruto!"

A yell sounded through the mansion in Greenwich. A sixteen-year-old blonde snapper out of his meditative sate, getting off the bed. There was a crash coming from downstairs, followed by another yell.

"My boy, do come down here, will you? I could use a bit of help." Naruto sighed and climbed down the stairs. As he got to the door of the lobby, a purplish tentacle wrapped around his midsection and pulled him inside.

The lobby, usually so neat and tidy, couldn't even be seen for the giant mass of writhing purple flesh. On closer inspection, it seemed to be a giant octopus-like creature with one eye and a maw filled with teeth bigger than he was.

"Dad, what did you do this time?" The blonde asked a strangely-dressed man that was also hoisted by the tentacles.

"Surprisingly, this time it isn't my fault." The middle-aged man shrugged. "Now, I am going to need the chains while I try to force it back through the gateway. On three, if you would."

"Yeah, might as well. One…"

"…Two…"

"…Three! Crimson Bands of Cytorrak!" Red chains burst out from Naruto's outstretched hand and wrapped around the purple tentacles, slamming them against the floor, letting the father-son duo drop free. "Any time now."

"Of course. Eye of Agammoto, open!" A necklace around his neck opened up, revealing a strange eye glaring at the octopus. "Back to the abyss, foul creature. Begone!" A swirling vortex appeared in front of the creature and sucked it up, vanishing shortly after. "There, that wasn't so bad." He looked at his son, ignoring his glare. "Done meditating?"

"I am now." Naruto answered dryly.

"Good." The older man clapped his hands. "You have a bit of tentacle monster there." He whipped the offending piece from Naruto's shoulder. It squeaked, trying to run away from the two men, but was sucked into a smaller vortex, this one made by Naruto. "I have a task for you, sport."

"Please don't call me that."

"It seems our help is needed at an asylum near Bayville." The man chuckled. "Go and handle it."

"Really? I have three more books to read. Books you've given me. There is also that trip to the tenth dimension, and the meeting you have with the Arbitrary." Naruto glared at his father. "Now is really not a good time."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you can handle it all. And I don't need an escort for a simple meeting."

"Knowing you, yeah you do." Naruto sighed. "Alright, fine. Keys" His father raised an eyebrow. "I am not risking being seen just so I could get there a little sooner by flying. Unlike you, I have tact."

"Oh please." The man snorted, tossing him a set of car keys. "Try not to blow up a mountain this time, Mr. Tact."

"Shut up old man."

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The one-hour ride to Bayville was calm and quite, something Naruto quite enjoyed. It was really refreshing, taking his father's Rolls-Royce out for a ride without being chased by some monstrosity, and then being scolded by his old man about the few inevitable dings that would appear.

The gate he drove up to was made out of dark metal, with two raven figureheads. The walls were high, made of stone and very foreboding.

"Arkham Asylum." There were words on the top of the gate. "I should have guessed." He drove the Rolls through the gate and up to the main building, a dark, gothic place. "Where's Batman when you need him."

The inside of the building was almost the complete opposite. Almost disturbingly clean and overwhelmingly white.

"I can see why they would have a problem here." Naruto muttered, looking around. "Hello." He spoke to a nurse at the front desk. "Somebody here called for help?"

"Name?" She was chewing a piece of bubblegum, popping it every now and again, irritating Naruto greatly.

"Strange. Could you stop that, please?"

"Strange name." She laughed to herself at the pun, earning an exasperated eye-roll from Naruto. Never heard that one before. "Sorry, name's not on the paper." She popped the bubblegum again.

"There has to be some mistake, then." Naruto's eyebrow twitched.

"Eh, could be." Another pop.

"Get it fixed then, please." He twitching increased. "And kindly stop popping the bubblegum."

"Can't fix." Yet another pop. "It'd take too long. And I'm on my break no, so go away, kid."

"Look lady…"

"Shoo." She waved her arm dismissively. "Go on, get." Naruto closed his eyes for a moment, clinching his hand into a glowing fist.

"Excuse me." Before he could do something drastic the sound of a slight squeak, followed by a soothing, elderly voice, came from the hallway. "You are the one Dr. Strange sent?"

Naruto turned away from the grinning nurse and towards the voice. The man that spoke was bald, and confined to a wheelchair, dressed in a blue suit. But here was something about him Naruto just couldn't put his finger on. An itch, at the back of his mind. Almost like…

"Stay out of there, please." He spoke to the elder man. "We wouldn't want something in there to eat you."

"My boy, I doubt there is anything in there that dangerous."

"You'd be surprised. Naruto Strange." He gave a small bow.

"Stephen's son?" Naruto nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."

"You were the one that called?"

"Indeed. I have a very particular problem with a very gifted youngster you might be able to help with."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Certainly. If you would come this way, I shall explain everything."

"Go ahead; I'll catch up in a moment." The professor nodded and wheeled away. Behind him there was a whoosh, followed by a quick flash of crimson and a frightened croak.

Charles just shook his head in amusement.

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This laptop is all kinds of awesome.

So yeah, I'm thinking about making this X-Men Evolution. I haven't really seen it, of course, but that hardly stops me anyway.