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CagedRaven

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in anyway.

This is an AU story and based only on fiction, as well as my imagination.

Mini summary: Having runaway from a lab where they were born, Naruto, along with newly acquired friends, make it to a village where they try hard to blend in with the crowd of humans while finding out more about themselves like why they exists, what's their purpose and how to rescue the others from an evil foe, humans. (hinted Naruto/Hinata in later chapters but thats not the case.)

Chapter one

I moved down the line like I did everyday. Right in the middle of the vast number of the army we made up. I stood behind a friend, a stranger behind me and a completely new face behind them. As we walked into the court yard, lined up like good little boys and girls, one thought I couldn't control anymore raced through my brain and fueled my blood with hatred and the need to kill.

These fucking humans…

I gritted my teeth together, bit really hard on tongue to the point red fluid pooled in my mouth and found a way pass my lips. My friend, as well as the others around me, could smell it; feel the anger come off of me in waves.

"Relax, Naruto." He reassured me, in a hushed voice "We'll get out of this soon."

I heard him. I heard him repeat this everyday; day after fucking day he told me we would escape. I had enough. Today, I would kill all of the humans in my blood-coated path out of here.

My friend was in a deep sleep, this made it easier for me to sneak out without him following me. I said a quick apology to him, knowing how much he would have tried to stop me or even come along to help. This was not something I wanted him to see me do, this was something I didn't want anyone to see me do, more so since I promised to never use the power those humans gave us. But I know see the best way to destroy them is with their own creation… these hands of mine.

"I'm sorry Kiba."

I walked over to the door, certain it was bolted shut. The humans wouldn't have trusted us that much. But did they truly believe this pathetic steel door could hold me in? Or did they forget us Class 01's grew stronger everyday?

I could see how easy it would be for my foot to cave the door in but also my friend would surely awaken from the noise. So I wedged my fingers into the side and pulled it open. An easy job. Something the humans had made me to say with every obstacle in front of me. I was completely perfect, something they were not. And now, I thought as I stepped into the hallway, letting the door slide closed with my finger indents visible in the frame, death to all my creators.

There were guards walking around, of course there would be. I wouldn't give them any chance to run for their lives. I wouldn't let them reach for their weapons. I wouldn't let them call for help. I wouldn't give them enough time to think anything but "I'm going to die." Why should I let them go; why should I spare them,they were only working? They never once treated us like we were living things. Instead they saw us as monsters. I couldn't help but laugh at my own comment; we are monsters.

I heard footsteps approaching my location… about two sets of feet if I made it out right. I stopped my laughter; pretty sure that's what made them come this way so suddenly. I raised my hands; my claws growing inches longer and ready to slice open the first chest cavity within my sights. As their feet lead them closer and closer to their graves their scents entered my nose, and just as fate would have it, they were my two most hated men in uniform. I couldn't stop the crazed looked that overtook my features.

The religious bastards that wished us to rot in their hell, with their devil. It didn't matter where they wanted us to go as long as it was always under their control.

They stopped in shock as they rounded the corner, faces mere centimeters away from my own.

"May your god have no mercy on you." I said, plunging my razor sharp fingers into them, puncturing lungs and pulled out their hearts simultaneously. What an easy job death could be.

The scent of blood filled the air as well as death. The color crimson coated my fingers and held my blue eyes captive like a dancing flame. It was my first time killing anything and something awakened deep inside of me. I didn't just want to see their demise, I wanted them to run, the scent of fear for their very lives trailing behind them. Their screams bouncing off these cold, metal walls and mixing with my laughter.

This strange new feeling washing over me must have been why the science department declared me a mistake on the day of my birth. Something about the human DNA being too little, was that what he said? I can't remember right now… my brain feels strange. My stomach feels empty. The sound of quickly approaching feet is… mouthwatering.

My eyes burned but I ignored the sensation, watching and waiting for the people to walk into my path. I felt like I was losing my mind…

I opened my eyes, quickly shutting them away from the light and covered my lids with a hand. I could smell dried blood on my hand as well as my breath. Maybe it had something to do with this 'sick to my stomach' feeling. I could feel my stomach preparing itself to throw out something nasty, the taste lingering in the back of my throat.

"Ah, you're up." Came a slow, bored voice. I jumped up, instantly regretting it, and looked in its direction. It was another male, scrawny but then again I wasn't any bigger in muscle mass. He was taller then me too – or as Kiba would feel the need to say, who wasn't? I wonder why I didn't smell him…

My eyes stayed on his brown ones, unsure of who he was and what he wanted with me. He seemed to be doing the same thing.

"You're a Class 01, aren't you?" he asked suddenly, as if breaking the ice. But the way he questioned me made it feel like he already knew the answer. It wouldn't be hard to find out, seeing as all the 'Classes' had their number burned into the skin on the nape of their necks like cattle on a farm.

"What of it?" I throw back, swallowing down the bile that tried to enter my mouth.

"I'm a Class 02," he turned around, showing me the number as proof. That's when I realized why I couldn't smell his scent. Kiba had told me 02's were made to be undercover and make it out alive. Not having a scent to trail behind was an ideal trait to have. "Saved your dumb ass from execution last night." He finished.

I didn't know whether to be relieved he was another number or pissed that he just called me a dumb ass. Seeing as my stomach still felt like it would blow in any minute I decided not to walk over to him and punch him as hard as I could. Instead I asked from my seat on the floor, "What do you mean?"

The 02 raised a brow and came closer to me, "You don't remember?"

I thought hard for a moment, "I remember sneaking out and killing two guards." I smiled, I wouldn't forget that. "And," I looked at my right hand, the blood so dry it was making my skin itch. "And the blood… after that my brain feels all fuzzed over. Like the memories were deleted, because all I come to is waking up here. Why? What am I forgeting?"

The 02 looked unsure, choosing to brush the topic off. "It's nothing."

I shrugged it off as well, if it was important I would remember it sooner or later. Though I wondered how he found me. Class 02's are in a different section then Class 01. We never really see each other unless were in the battlefield seeing as they are the brains and were the manpower. Because of that the 02 class has only a few members; in fact this is the first time I've met one.

"What's your name?" I asked, "I'm tired of defining you as your class number."

"Shikamaru, you?" he answered in the same bored tone.

"Naruto."

After learning that the head of security and our creators were on the look out for the escapee, a.k.a. me, I wondered where I was and why they hadn't found me. Turns out I was under Shikamaru's room. The engineered genius had, I quote, "sleepless nights and had time to kill". He also found out we were underground – either that or his room was on the first floor and that's why he found dirt under the many layers of cement.

The light bulbs hanging from the ceiling were connected to the building's electrical supply wires and, as I found out after my stomach won and upchucked my last meal; there was even a working bathroom.

"You're a genius Shikamaru…" I praised him in awe.

He sighed, "That's what I was made to be, moron."

I didn't hear his comment; my brain was busy working something new out. I'm sure my new acquaintance could hear the gears moving in my head as I tried to form this idea. I wasn't really one for thinking, choosing to rely on actions more, but once an idea popped into my head I was unstoppable – or so I liked to think, no one's every tried to stop me yet.

"Shikamaru, I'm going to turn myself in." I stated, walking to the ladder that lead to the exit. The 02 stopped me quickly, surprising me with his speed.

"Why, they'll just kill you once they get their hands on you. Believe me; I've seen 01 class members crack once or twice before."

I frowned, "I didn't crack! But being dead must be better than living day in and day out in this shit hole! I've had enough of this damn place!"

Shikamaru nodded, "We all have but its worst outside of these metal walls."

My anger quickly deflated, did I hear him right? "Have you been out?"

He seemed to wish he'd never said anything to begin with.

"Tell me." I begged. Surely someone as smart as Shikamaru must have found a way.

"Yes, I did. I came back almost right after though."

"Why?" I wanted to punch him for being for so stupid.

"Because, after being out there I realized something important: humans are everywhere." I was in shock. I had thought this was the only place those nasty things would be, after all they loved it so much. "There is a village not too far from here – a night's run." A shiver ran up Shikamaru's body at the memory. "There not just in that village, there covering this world like germs. Everyday, new ones are popping up and less then half that are leaving."

I felt bile coming up my throat again swallowed it back down. "Why are there so many…? It would take forever to find a place where we could be alone."

"We would never be able to escape them. They would have found me eventually so I came back before they even knew I was gone." His brown eyes looked into mine, a question in them that was already half answered. "And who's the 'we'?"

A weak smile played at my lips, "That's why I was going to turn myself in. I have to go see Kiba and my other friends… get them out of here too."

"Wait, you still want to leave?"

"Sure do." I nodded, placing my first foot on the ladder after breaking his hold. "I'd rather be out there for two seconds then in here for the rest of my life."

The 02 sighed again, rubbing the back of his head. "Fine, do whatever you want. I can't see this ending in anything more than your own destruction."

I laughed, "That's because you don't know me too well yet."

"We found him!"

They had roughly tied my hands up with chains, shackled my feet together and then just for the hell of it, gagged me. Maybe because the first man got too close and I bit off his finger. A familiar and yet new feeling making me excited by his screams in agony and the taste of blood in my mouth.

"Sir," They pushed me into the head creator's office. The man was sitting with his back to us so I couldn't see his face but I knew it well. His pale skin was burned into my memory the day he branded the number on me. His golden eyes laughed at us Classes whenever he spoke to us, and his dry voice treated us like infants. I was here to show him, by my actions of the previous night, you can't have an army of monsters and call them children.

"Where was he hiding all of this time?" He asked, not a caring bone in his body.

"I wasn't hiding." I answered for myself, cutting off the guard next to me. They were surprised I had bit through the cloth.

"…Must be a 01 class member, huh? Something always stops working in their brains. How old are you?"

Like I would know. My thinking process was telling me sixteen but my birth wasn't that long ago. I shrugged, "I thought you had all the answers."

"You're three years, going on four in a few months, 01."

"Really?" I looked at myself in the mirror to my right. "I look more like sixteen, in my own opinion."

The chair turned around swiftly and he stood, throwing a folder with my name on it onto his desk. "Have him disposed of by the end of the day." He finished, waving his hand at me like I was a piece of trash. I couldn't help but let a growl out, showing my pearly white fangs as I cursed him and everyone else to death. These fucking humans made us what we are today and I won't forgive them.

He must have seen something in my look, something in the way my first thought was to lunge for his throat, because a full grin spread across his face in utter amusement.

TBC...

AN: That's the first chapter for my new story. I haven't written in a long time, not having enough time to actually get anything done and fighting my serious battle of writers block. I hope you enjoy this new story and I hope to update soon.

Please review to let me know what you think, as usual :)

CagedRaven