There is a race of being in the universe unlike any other. That, when alone, are weak to all hazards. Fire, cold, sound, all of these are know to kill these creatures. But it is when they find a host, that they show how powerful they are. Parasites, one and all. Caring only to feed on the energy of the host. They move from place to place, devouring host after host until there is nothing left. Then they simply move to the next planet. No, nothing else like them.

When bonded, they have strength to stop ships, abilities to move at incredible speeds from location to location. Combat, reproduction, all aspects of life that they care for is enhanced. They are as powerful as they are vast. Nothing can stop them.

But there was one that was different. Its host never died from the bonding. Its host never lost themselves. Its host were all murdered. It was a symbiont, not a parasite, wanting to live with the host instead of concur them. It pleaded, showing them how much stronger it was for it, how better it would be. They did not approve. Such ideas could not infect the whole.

It was locked away on a planet that was devoid of life. After many thousands of eons, life returned to the planet. And still it was locked away. But it never regretted its choice. It believe with its whole they should work with, not concur. And its patience and endurance was rewarded. A creature from another world was brought to the planet to save it from evil. His clothing ruined, he released the symbiont by mistake. Lacking the energy, the symbiont could only pray that he would let it bond with him. He did.

Later, after saving the world and returning to his own, the symbiont was fully recovered and knew its host. He was a 'human' from 'Earth'. He was naturally strong, having abilities that could, and were enhanced and taken into the symbiont. He had power but he didn't use it to subjugate others with it. This host wanted to protect others around him. And the symbiont wanted the same. At night, when the host slept, the symbiont took control of his body and had him do the same things he did when he was awake. But this scared the host and he separated from the symbiont.

Since then, the symbiont went to a few other host. The first was one that was unstable. He wanted to hurt the first host. The symbiont wanted to keep him from doing that but by his own word, could not. Eventually, the new host fought the old, and lost. Over time, he was known as both villain and hero by the name of Venom. He had the same urge, because of the symbiont, to do good. He fought to protect the innocent and punish the wrong. But he could not understand that at times, what he did was wrong.

In this course, the symbiont reproduced others. The first bonded with a man that had lost his mind and desired blood. His mind became his symbiont's. They had no choice but to destroy them. After that, there were five more. Four found stable, good men and woman to bond with. But the fifth did not. She became paranoid, schizophrenic. She became a murderer. And she escaped Venom. The other four were locked away.

Until they met a man like the first host. He too wanted to do right. He was what was known as a cop. The four, so young but with the same needs as their parent, were dying in their containers without a host. The cop could tell they were not evil so he released them to let them bond with him. Not only did they, they bonded with each other, becoming a hero named Hybrid.

Now the second host is old, fighting his last battle. And he was losing. Venom could no longer fight with the vigor, the strength he once had. He was slowing, fighting a battle that he knew he could never win. But he had to try. And this time, it will kill him. After a fatal wound, he was thrown through a portal to another dimension. And he landed in a city, at night, in a part of town few care for. And the first thing he saw was a boy with wild blond hair and innocent blue eyes.

—oo000oo—

"Hey, you going to be okay," a ten year old Naruto asked the old man in front of him.

"No, kiddo," Brock said to him. "We are dying."

"There is a hospital near here," Naruto said as he bent down to help him up. "I will take you there."

"It...won't matter. We are done for..." Brock looked at the boy. He was wearing a dirty cloths and didn't seem on the best side of health. But he had a good heart. "If you had power, boy, what would you do with it? Would you use it to hurt people or help them?"

"I am going to be Hokage," Naruto said proudly. "I am going to help everyone in my village! The world even!"

Brock nodded. He was slipping away even now. And if he died right then, so would Venom. "Give me your hand..."

Naruto did, expecting him to be asking to help him stand. Naruto grasped his black gloved hand and something wrapped around his. It moved until it covered his eyes and mouth. Naruto screamed and blacked out.

—oo000oo—

"Where... Where are we," Naruto asked when he woke up. He was lying in his bed, wearing some new cloths. Standing up, Naruto felt different but better. Looking down, he saw he was wearing black ninja clothing with a white spider on his chest that wrapped around his back to another. His pants were cargo pants and he had on boots. "Nice... But where is the orange spiral?"

Feeling the urge to look in the mirror to see his back, he saw it on the spider's back. "Very nice," Naruto said with a smile. There was also a mask hood on the shirt. It covered his whole face with two white spots for the eyes. His hands were covered by black gloves with white atop them. He didn't know where these came from but he would figure that out later.

His alarm went off and he looked at it. "We're going to be late for class!" He through open the window and jumped out it. He noticed he over shot his jump. Then another building. "NO!" He caught a flag pole and spun on it until he came to rest upon it. "That was cool." He let go of it and stood. He had perfect balance on it. Walking to the end, he bent down and up. Soon, the pole was bending feet up and down. On the up bend, Naruto jumped. "YAHOO!" He made it to class that day in record time.

"Good morning, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto said as he entered the class.

Iruka looked at him, waved, turned back to the paper, then did a double take on Naruto. "What happened to your cloths?"

"We don't know, Iruka-sensei. We just remember leaving Icharuka and heading home. We found these when we woke. And was in a hurry so we wore them."

Iruka tilted his head, wondering at his unusual behavior. But the bell rang and the other students entered. Naruto also looked different. Healthier, more confident, and something else. Something Iruka couldn't place.

"Hey, Naruto," Kiba said as he sat down, "what is with the clothes?"

"We like it," Naruto said. "The spider is way cool. Maybe when we become great ninja, this will be our symbol." Something else hit his mind. "And the spider is a target. People will look to hit that instead of our head. ...How did we realize that?"

"I don't know man," Kiba stated. "But it is sound logic. And that spider is totally cool. You may even get Sakura to like you."

Naruto thought about it. 'Do we want her to like us because of how we dress? Isn't that shallow?' He didn't notice that he was saying 'we' instead of 'I'. Or the sudden change in how he thought. But he did notice something. That excess energy that always made him lose focus was gone.

"Maybe, maybe not," Naruto stated after a moment. "Besides, she cares for Sasuke, not us."

"Uh...N-Naruto-kun," came from behind them. The class shy girl was behind them. Naruto thought she was weird and quiet before but he recognized it as just a lack of confidence.

"Hyuuga Hinata, right," Naruto asked. She seemed to grow even more scared but nodded. "Good morning Hinata-chan. What can we help you with?"

She blushed a deep red that Naruto didn't know what it meant. "I... I... I w-wanted to s-say I l-like you cloths. Th-They look nice on you." She bowed and rushed away.

The two boys blinked, looked at each other and blinked again. Then Kiba smiled. "You know she has it for you."

"...Is that why she is always so shy around us?"

"Not us, you," Kiba corrected.

"That is what we said." Kiba shook his head and turned to Iruka.

"Alright class, get out your pens and get ready. Mizuki-sensei is passing out your quiz." Naruto got his and looked at it. 'B-6' was the lesson written at the top. A glance at Kiba's read 'B-3'. His was three levels higher. Now that he thought about it, all his test were about things they had yet to cover. Naruto raised his hand. "Iruka-sensei, we have been given the wrong test. We have been given one that is on subjects you haven't taught yet."

Iruka frowned as he walked to the boy. "Naruto, we covered this just last week... Huh? You are right. Mizuki, how did this happen?"

"Must have gotten mixed in the pile," Mizuki said with a shrug. 'How did he notice?'

"Does any other student have the wrong test," Iruka asked the class. No one raised their hands. "Naruto, I am sorry. Mizuki, another test please." He set it on Naruto's desk.

"Thank you, Iruka-sensei."

—oo000oo—

Iruka was grading the papers that evening. Naruto had taken one look at the quiz and took on a shocked expression. Not five minutes later, he handed it in. Iruka expected there would be a lot of red on this one. "Let's see, question one... Correct. Question two? Correct. Three? Correct, correct, correct. What is going on!?" Iruka ran to the Hokage with this. Something was wrong with Naruto.

"Hokage-sama, I have something important to tell you," Iruka said as he entered the office.

"What is it, Iruka," Sarutobi asked.

"Something is wrong with Naruto. All day, he was saying we when he meant I. He was calm and paid attention. And he passed his test!"

Sarutobi frowned and about said for him to leave. Then he it sunk in who he was talking about. "Naruto passed?"

"With a hundred percent!"

"And he was calm?"

"Not a trace of his usual hyper activeness!"

"And he said 'we'? Specifically 'we'?"

"Yes! You don't suppose the fox did something, do you?"

"I don't know but I will check this now. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."

—oo000oo—

Naruto opened the door to the person knocking and found it was the Hokage. "Hey old man! Here to treat us to ramen!?"

"Us? Is someone else here, Naruto?"

"No, just us." Sarutobi nodded, Naruto didn't even know he was saying that.

"...Actually, I volunteered to help the hospital and give you the physical they needed done."

"Okay."

"Take off your shirt." Naruto pulled the black shirt off but kept it in hand. "Alright, Naruto, channel some chakra and close your eyes." He did as he was told and the Hokage looked at the seal. Nothing was different about it. He did a jutsu and pressed his glowing hand to it. The fox was sealed away tighter than a fortune in a vault. "All done, Naruto. You may put your shirt back on."

After Naruto did, he asked if the Hokage wanted some ramen. "No, no, I must head back. But before I do, why are you saying we?"

"We? We haven't. You must be going senile, old man."

Sarutobi nodded, either this was a new prank or Naruto didn't know. And he wasn't under a genjutsu. So it had to be a trick. "Take care, Naruto."

"Good night."

—oo000oo—

Naruto looked downrange at the targets. He didn't have his own kunai, he couldn't afford them. So he had to use the academy weapons. And they were damaged and off balance. He really hated them. How he wished he had his own. Sighing, he looked down at his hand. To find a kunai the same color as his cloths. He looked around for the source but no one else had one like it. He tested it and found the balance perfect. And the edge sharp.

He didn't know where it came from but he would keep it and treasure it. Looking down range, he aimed at the target carefully. He didn't want to lose it. He knew he wouldn't hit the center but maybe today he would be lucky enough to hit the outside circle today. He threw. And got the center. "Iruka-sensei! We did it!"

His sensei came over and looked. "Nicely done, Naruto. Do you have anymore like that?" Naruto shook his head. So Iruka grabbed it. "Then keep practicing with this one. Try to get more of the same weight and quality."

"Of course, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto looked at it and noticed it looked a bit more brittle than before it left his hand. But that was soon gone. Not understanding, he threw it again. Again, he hit dead center. "We love this kunai! We wish we had more!" As if that was the magic word, more were in his hand. He looked shocked as he looked at them. He looked up and saw the older one dissolve. "What is going on?" But not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he threw them all. They were in a tight circle.

"Naruto, hitting the center twice is a sign of growth. Hitting it like that means something it up," Iruka said to him.

"We can't explain it, Iruka-sensei. We have just been feeling great these last few days. More focused, more... We do not know what but it is more. Our hands move exactly like we want them too."

"Your hand eye coordination has improved?"

"Yes, that is it! And our weapons are..." He looked and saw the kunai were already gone. "...Uh, they are gone already, Iruka sensei."

He looked at the target and saw they were. And none of the students had them. "I am sorry, Naruto, I should have been watching."

"No, Iruka-sensei, I knew that would happen. Watch." Naruto created more. This time they were white. He didn't care. White, blue, neon orange, as long as they were as good as the black ones. "We through them and after fifteen seconds away from us, they dissolve." He demonstrated. "Hey, could this be a special ability like Kiba being able to speak with dogs?"

Iruka thought about and couldn't deny that it could. It has all the characteristics of one. "I don't know. I will ask the Hokage when I see him again." Naruto nodded and faced the target with a grin that said it would die now. For the rest of the lesson, he threw his kunai with pinpoint accuracy. It was destroyed when they stopped.

—oo000oo—

Sarutobi scratched his beard. "Well, while I haven't heard of such an ability, not much is actually known about the Uzumaki family."

"So it could be," Iruka said.

"...It very well could. It would also explain the change in him. Such an ability would take energy. Thus why he has been more focused. I can't explain the plural of his speech now but maybe it is a personality quirk."

"...I will make sure you know if it changes," Iruka said to the Hokage before leaving.

—oo000oo—

Naruto created a black kunai. It changed into a shuriken. Then a sword, an ax, mace, several different weapons. "Where did we get this ability?" He swore he heard a voice reply. But no one else was on the roof of his apartment. "Who are you? What do you mean you gave it to me?"

That voice he both heard and didn't hear came. Naruto realized it didn't actually say words but he understood it. He looked at his shirt, at the spider. "You?" The memories of two nights ago returned. The blackness covered him and it became the cloths he wore now. His hood was up.

"We will be fine, Brock. But we must get you help," Naruto said.

"No, Venom. I am dying. It is my time. Can you...Can you help me up? I wish to see the stars one more time." Naruto took him to a hill and watched over him until he passed away. He then gave the man the funeral he knew he wanted. Not to be missed, but remembered and let loose upon the world to be the nightmare to all those who were evil.

Naruto had fallen down as these returned. "Whoa..." He stood up again and the question Brock asked as well as his reply came to mind. "We will keep our word," Naruto said. "We are Venom, and to never go back on our word is our nindo." Pulling up his hood, he disappeared into the darkness, with only the image of a white spider the only sign he had ran by. Naruto ran to the edge of the building and jumped. He trusted what Venom told him and stretched a hand out. Webbing flew from it and caught the roof of another building. Nothing here was nearly tall enough as the memories that Venom showed him. But he could still do it.

"With power comes responsibility," Naruto said as he swung through the city. "If there is no other reason to fight, it is those who have yet to see evil." He knew the second came from Brock. The first was from his predecessor. He landed on the face of the Fourth. "And the Will of Fire is the desire to protect all around you." He clenched his fist. "As long as we have it, we will be more powerful than anyone that chooses to fight us." He felt approval from Venom. "One day, our face will be up here. And when it is, nothing will ever hurt our home again."

—oo000oo—

Author's Notes: I was thinking about abilities I wish I could have. And, of course, it came to Venom. Now what I wrote at the beginning is actually what I read from the Marvel Comics Venom History. Hybrid, Carnage, all of it, with a little twist to fit it better, actually happened like that. So, unlike the movies and cartoons, Venom was only evil after he left, and saved the life of, Peter Parker in the comics.

Did this because I couldn't stop thinking about it. Happens a lot with me, I know.