Sorry about the wait- I have been busy with school and stuff.

A lone rider appeared on the horizon, dressed in a tan trench coat with a dark brown pelt thrown over the shoulders and under the collar. The pelt fell down to his lower back- the ends flapping in the wind. Under the coat he wore a sleeveless white shirt with belts strapped around his chest- each with the buckle centered on his body. He was also wearing black jeans that were tucked into clunky-looking combat boots with a black full-face motorcycle helmet covering his head. Long blond hair flew out of the back as his motorcycle rushed down the road.

The rider looked towards the city in the distance. He is heading to New York- it's been in his sights for hours. He could not suppress the smirk hidden behind his helmet. The rider stopped at a gas station a few miles out from the city. As he stood up from his bike, people unconsciously stepped away. He towered over everyone there as he was around 6'5" tall. The rider removed his helmet and set it down on the seat of his bike, revealing a chiseled face. His hair just came to his shoulder blades and was slightly spiked in some places, but mostly looked like a shaggy mane. He had massive sideburns that spread out onto his cheeks. They were darker in three spots on each cheek. The man also revealed small fangs when he grinned at the reaction of the other customers. The rider's ocean blue eyes had a slightly slit pupil that seemed to roam over everyone else in the gas station, looking for any threat to his dominance.

The rider made his way into the store, pushing the door open and looking down the aisles. He stopped as he saw some jerky and grabbed several packages before walking over to the counter. He threw his jerky down on it. "How much?" The rider's voice was rough and rugged and sounded a little like the growl of a predator.

The teen behind the counter was shaking like a leaf, but swallowed his fear long enough to answer "$16.59" before running out in panic. The rider just nodded and dropped money onto the counter before turning and walking out of the store.

As the rider approached his bike, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Every muscle tensed, he turned around and saw some punks with green Mohawks and piercings all over their faces. "We don't like Muties around here….so we'll teach you a lesson about how you are just an animal."

The rider stared at the leader for a few moments before a feral grin split his face. "Animal you say. Well, let's test that right now." As soon as the figure finished his sentence, his right hand flew from his side and plunged his four-inch clawed fingers into his throat, driving them from one side to the other. Blood flew from both front and back as the rider's claws shot out the back of the man's neck. The other punks just looked on in shock as the rider drew back his clawed hand, still dripping blood, and looked at the others.

"Still want to find out what an animal can do?" the rider asked in a mocking voice. The punks stared at him in disbelief before running away as if their lives depended on it. The rider simply wiped his hand on the dead man's pants before hopping on his bike. He paused to put a piece of jerky in his mouth before continuing on to the city.

The rider did not pay any heed as his motorcycle made several illegal turns and passes. The rider took notice of a scent that was all to familiar…blood. "Might as well see what's bleeding." the rider thought to himself as he turned his motorcycle in the direction of the scent and speed off. The rider found himself in a dark alleyway, peering closer he saw a group of men surrounding what appeared to be a teen girl. She looked battered, like they had been beating her. The rider growled low in his throat as he extended his claws to their full four-inches and revved up his bike. The rider shot forward, his left hand held out as he passed the crowd, his claws digging into the man's back leaving a nasty wound.

The rider quickly stopped his bike, then lunged at the crowd roaring loudly as he slammed into them. As the group landed on the ground, the rider was mercilessly slamming his claws into the them, tearing what he hit to cause massive bleeding. After several long, bloody moments, the rider stood up amongst the corpses. He turned to the girl. She had short brown hair with a heart shaped face and bright blue eyes that were brimming with tears. The rider sighed as he wiped off his hands on one of the dead guys and held it out to the girl. "My name is Naruto." He paused awkwardly for a moment, then continued. "It's safe now. They're dead. I am guessing you are a mutant too.. huh?" Naruto asked the scared girl.

"Yes sir… I was heading to Xavier's School for the Gifted… for our kind. Do you want to come along?" as the girl spoke, she realized she had forgotten to say her name. "Oh, my name is Kat, by the way."

Naruto smirked. This was too easy. He was going to find a way to spy on the X-Men after all. His father had discovered Naruto was not affected by mind readers, making him a perfect spy to keep an eye on the X-Men. "Of course. I would love to. Please allow me to get my bike ready."

Naruto smiled while he was setting up his bike. Finally, a chance to show his father that he was good enough to be his heir. Kat thought he was smiling because he was going to a place where their kind were accepted. Once Naruto finished the work on his bike, he allowed Kat to get on, hanging on him as he drove to Xavier's school.

As Naruto and Kat neared Xavier's, he knew that he would have to play goody-two-shoes 'til the time was right- when his father tells him to…and then the real party would start.

Well another chapter done. Please review.