I OWN NOTHING

Enjoy the fic, I'm going back to my fantasy land, Mai Shiranui and Chun Li are giving free tickets for a bikini oil fight between the two. Sorry mates, VIP only.

Harem – Satsuki, Miss Martian, Power Girl (Instead of Ultragirl/FemConnor – sorry for those who liked her), Starfire, Blackfire and Supergirl (Replacing Match).

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Brawler in town

"Shao Khan wins! Fatality!"

"Well… shit."

In the middle of an arcade in Washington, a young man of nearing his twenties sighed as he looked at how his Liu Kang was destroyed by one of the cheapest bosses in videogame history. The youth sighed and leaned back from his seat before the machine, too tired to put in another quarter. A golden mop of hair that reached the man's neck was kept in place under a reddish dark orange cap with a worn out metal plate on the forehead, said metal plate had the symbol of a leaf on it. The tanned, slightly gold skinned face of the man turned into a defeated expression at his high score being beaten so easily, he even puffed his cheeks which birthmarks looked like three whiskers on each. He seemed to be slim and fit but in reality he carried a decent amount of bulk hidden in a dark orange jacket with long sleeves, and the word "HERO" written in white on the man's back; beneath the jacket he wore a white tank top with black jeans, orange and white sneakers, and black fingerless gloves were his last accessory.

Tilting his cap up the blond contemplated his chances and pulled out his wallet, "Okay, I got enough for three days and nights in a motel with food included… But man, I really need to find me a job soon. Heh, Gramps always said I should be responsible, it's almost like he wants to chew my ass from his grave or something." He then reached to his side, to where he left a bag with his personal belongings, only to grip someone else's wrist, "What do you think you're doing?" He asked the thief and gave the attempting robber's wrist a tighter squeeze, making a middle-aged man in black clothes and with a ski cap fall to his knees.

The thief grunted, trying to pry his arm off the youth's hand, finding it to be impossible, "W-What's with you?! Ouch! Let me go!"

The blond pushed the man back, but to every player and staff member's shock in the arcade, the thief was sent flying a good five yards and landed on an UFO catcher machine, rocking it back and forth and making a small, round yellow chicken plushy the size of a fist fall out. The blond man grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and walked to the UFO machine, grabbed the plushy, and walked out without a word while throwing the fluffy chick up and down in his hand like a baseball.

He pocketed the plushy and pulled out a paper, "Let's see, part-time jobs… Oh, a dock. Maybe I could sneak in and get to another place. Perhaps a new country, again." He chuckled and walked towards the place he expected to work soon in order to keep his lazy lifestyle.

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Hi, name's Uzumaki Naruto. I'm eighteen years old and pass my time walking around the world. I work in part-time jobs to earn some money and keep on walking. I've done this since I was sixteen when my Gramps died. He was a kind old man, but very strict when he wanted. His name was Hashirama, and he took me in after my parents died when I was a too young to even remember them. The old fart was also very strong and said to be a shinobi. Considering I was his last relative he took it upon himself to train me and teach me what's the secret to our family. I… kinda skipped a few of the lessons and got to the punching. He told me I carry the power of a demon in my blood, a power our family has protected for centuries. Then he taught me how to fight, control this power, and use it to protect myself.

In short, I can do magic and mostly blast things with my fists and fighting spirit, and that's cool shit. But my Gramps also told me why I have been chosen to seal Kurama, the demon our family has carried inside at least one of us for generations. It seems some asshats want a piece of my traveling partner, but I ain't giving the guy my family's been protecting for centuries without a fight. When Gramps died he told me to go around and see the world, to keep a low profile and remain hidden from those after me, to train and learn from others and keep Kurama safe.

I've finally arrived from Japan to the United States, so I guess I can relax… Yeah, right.

My special ability is to piss people off. I have the innate talent of finding a way to annoy someone… I'm also able to know a girl's three sizes with just a glance, but that's because of a perv Gramps had me learn from.

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As our hero walked through the streets of the city, something else was going on. A large black limousine was driving uneventfully, mostly thanks to the bodyguards riding bikes guarding it and keeping any other car away. Inside the large car two figures were hidden behind bulletproof black glass. One was a tall man with freakishly long black hair, a pale face in a permanent scowl, a red business suit with matching dress shoes, a black buttoned shirt and a white tie with a fan symbol on it. Half his face was hidden by sunglasses, but one could tell he was looking intently at the one before him.

It was a very beautiful if tomboyish girl. Long bangs of pitch black hair framed her face, with the rest of her hair pulled in a long ponytail that reached her round and perky bottom. Her pale body was hidden in a white kimono that carried the man's fan symbol on the back. Her attributes were hidden too for modesty's sake, beneath the kimono she wore a black sports bra to keep her B-cups from being ogled, and in case she had to run she wore black short shorts to hide her simple white panties. To kill the look of a traditional Japanese princess she had a chokuto kept to her side, usually holstered in her blue sash when not seated.

The girl looked boringly out the window as passengers stared in awe or fear at the limousine with her cheek resting on her palm, her coal eyes threatened to fall for a long time but she managed to keep herself awake. The man narrowed his eyes behind his shades, "Satsuki, you and I know you have a mission. While I go meet our friends, you are needed somewhere else."

She sighed, "It's been two years since Hashirama's death. What makes us think that the container of your lost pet is somewhere around here?"

The businessman growled, "The fact I wouldn't put it past that old fool to try to stop me."

A smirk and a chuckle escaped her, "You speak of him as old, but you're as ancient as or perhaps even more than that guy. And he still made you step back."

"You have a mission and you know what punishment means if you fail." The man said to try to keep himself composed. The girl shot him a glare, but in a whirl of wind and leaves she was gone, leaving the man to sigh as the limousine stopped before his colleague's building, a certain bald, Kryptonian-obsessed criminal stepped out of it to greet him.

"My old friend, I hope you enjoyed your flight here. Welcome to Washington." Luthor said with a smile as he extended a hand to the man.

"I think I'll be in luck this time." The businessman said with a smirk as he accepted the handshake. The two then stepped into the building, the red clad man smiling, "You shall be the Light of this world, my friend… But the Darkness needs someone to keep it in check."

Luthor grinned, "It shall be fun as you said. Now, the others are waiting and we have some missions for you and that girl of yours."

The dark man chuckled, "She's nothing of mine. She is just a runt whose parents had no-one else to leave her to."

"A bit cruel, don't you think?"

"I could say the same about your projects, but some of them fascinate me."

"Glad to hear that."

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Our hero sighed as he walked around metal crates and looked around, pulling back his newly acquired toy and throwing it up and down. So far he had no clue of where to go, so he pulled the list. "Let's see, I'm in the right docks in Star City, so where is it? And… I'm talking to myself." He put down his bag and patted his stomach, "Hey, if you want my opinion on this, your luck should've run out years ago. Perhaps this is Karma to bite you in the ass for being such a carefree lazy ass." The blond sighed, 'It's America, supposedly the country of opportunity. I expected opportunity as any kind of job.'

"Hey, kid!"

"Huh?"

"Over here?" a man said from a warehouse's slightly opened door. Naruto approached the man with a raised brow, "Say, do you mind doing me a favor? I'm looking for a guard, and the pay's good."

Naruto hummed, Kurama growled, "Too good to be truth." Naruto smiled, "I'm in."

The man at the warehouse grinned, "All you have to do is carry around stuff and make sure things are safe while keeping your mouth shut if you get my meaning." He added emphasis to his meaning by pulling out a handgun and aiming it at the blond, "You see, we had troubles with our last guys being tracked, and I'd like to make sure you're clean."

The bag fell and the blond raised his arms, keeping a smile, "I'm clean, check me out if you want to." He was pulled in and soon a couple of thugs armed with assault rifles patted him for weapons or microphones. Once done, they let him go and Naruto faced his current employer. The blond gave the man a grin, "How much are we talking about?"

"Your life. Make sure you don't piss the boss and you'll be a happy man with your life in your hands instead of a bullet in your face." The thug said as he wagged his pistol like a finger in front of his face. He then chuckled, "Of course, your job will be to remain here and be the bait for the police to get us some time to ship our cargo. Sorry boy, you got the short straw."

"Who knows? I feel lucky." Naruto said, angering the men. "Watch my chicken."

"Huh?" the men with guns asked as Naruto threw up his plushy. They followed the chick with their eyes for the second the blond needed to crack his fists and get into his stance. Naruto spun around, back-handing the first thug right in the face to knock him out and using the momentum to punch one of the guys carrying assault rifles in the face right in the jaw. Using the momentum some more, the blond noticed the third thug trying to aim his gun at him, so a quick and swift roundhouse kick knocked it off the man's hands. A quick one-two combo and the last thug fell down like a sack of rocks.

As all of that happened, Naruto still had enough time to raise his hand and catch his plushy, "Hey there, missed me?" he asked it as he dusted the chick before putting it back in his pocket. Turning to the beaten, groaning thugs he flashed them a smile, "No tips, not even a decent pay, you better believe I want a word with your boss." He stomped the first thug's wrist as he tried to reach for his handgun, "Where can I find him?" The blond asked with a smile as he tilted his cap up so the man could see his face.

"What appears to be the problem?" a loud voice asked the blond.

Naruto looked up, his index and thumb finger keeping his cap up so he could meet eye to eye with the man in the warehouse. First he took in the place, it was big and with a lot of crates, a catwalk led to an office from which an enormous man stepped out. White hair slicked back, red skin, a body burlier than a bodybuilder, and a fancy suit that was ridiculous to think it could be made in such a size unless someone was slaved to made it. Yes, it was Brick, enemy of Green Arrow, and currently a weapons dealer.

The blond raised a brow, "I thought you were Robin Hood's problem in Star City. What business does your ugly mug have doing here?"

Brick felt his veins popping in his forehead, "Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to break a man in half?"

Naruto laughed and aimed a finger at the criminal, "No, but I bet you'll try, and I bet you a cheeseburger you'll fail."

"Get him!" Brick shouted, and behind the crates dozens of men in suits or street clothes rushed at the blond.

The youth grinned, "Okay, time for a work-out!"

Three thugs charged in and Naruto stepped forward with a fist reared back. He ducked under a swing, landing two quick jabs and a powerful hook that knocked the first one. The second one came in swinging a knife, so the blond gave a step towards him with his right forearm moving to intercept the arm swinging the knife. Once the slash was stopped the blond grabbed the thug by his collar and pulled him closer for an elbow strike to the face that send him down. The third one showed he knew some boxing as he dashed for an upper-cut. Naruto grinned as he raised al elbow to intercept the fist, making the crook's knuckles crack before the blond showed him a real upper-cut with his other arm to send him flipping back.

Stepping back, the thugs knew not to underestimate this kid as the blond finally took a fighting pose with both fists up, "What do they feed kids these days?" one of them asked.

Brick got mad, "Get the guns and smoke that punk!" he roared, slamming a fist on the catwalk's rail, bending it.

The mooks ran to the crates and opened them hastily, all while Naruto didn't even bother to go and stop them. One of the villain's underlings threw his boss a pistol, a plasma gun. Naruto whistled at the sight, "That's some expensive toys you're packing, you sure you want me to break them?" he asked with a grin.

The crime lord snapped and fired, only to watch as Naruto leaned to his side, perfectly avoiding the shot without it even coming close, "You little punk! Shoot him!" The other gangsters kept on firing at the youth who grinned more and dashed at them head first. It was insane to look at as Naruto weaved around the shots with both fists kept close to his body and ready to shoot his own attack. The gangsters started backpedaling as the youth approached them until it was too late. A flurry of jabs and one of them was out like a light. But since Naruto stopped the others thought they had a clear shot, they were proven wrong when the blond chuckled and kept on weaving. What made Brick's jaw drop was to see that despite having three guys shooting at about of distance from him, Naruto could find a way to weave and move his center of gravity while not moving from the square meter he was in. The blond did move once one of the thugs was out of ammo, so he dashed in and leaning his body down with a fist swinging to the ground, he swung his entire weight back up along his fist for a wicked Smasher that sent the crook flying at the catwalk.

Brick crushed his gun in his hand and jumped down, creating a crater. His men were now scared shitless at the sight of their boss' angry face, "You sure were worth the money, clearly you were." He said as he walked to the blond, holding up his fists, "You're going down, Blondie."

Naruto chuckled and extended a hand to the towering super villain, moving it in a 'bring it' motion, "You're gonna owe me a cheeseburger, old man."

Wasting no time, Brick threw a fist at the blond. As expected, Naruto weaved away from the strike, capturing he wrist under one of his own and bending the elbow with the other to bring Brick in for a powerful kick to his overly muscular gut. The kick was strong enough to make an echo around the entire warehouse, but the way Naruto watched the crooks smirk meant he was in trouble. He was proven right when Brick raised his captured arm and swung the blond off into the air without effort towards the ceiling. Just before his back hit the ceiling the blond managed to maneuver his body to his feet collided with it in order to jump down, managing a landing a few yards away from the massive red man.

"Weren't expecting that, were you, punk?" Brick asked as he flexed his arm with a grin, "Not even Green Arrow's best weaponry can hurt me. What makes you think your martial arts will serve against me?"

Chuckling, the blond answered, "Martial arts were meant to take down guys like you. And I really want that cheeseburger." Fed up with the brat's carefree, uninterested attitude the larger man rushed at him. Then, Naruto chuckled again, "Ichi Bi!" he cried and rushed Brick, his hands glowing with a golden ethereal energy. Before Brick knew it, his suit sported a large hole right where the blond boy's fist allowed itself firmly planted in between his lungs and colon. There was a second punch that widened the hole and made the massive criminal fall down, his breath gone because of the punch as he tried to regain it weakly with his eyes closing. Soon Brick fell into unconsciousness just as Naruto swung his hands back, the golden aura of power vanishing into the air.

"Who's next?" he asked with a grin. Instantly all the crooks started to run, making him sigh. A quick search later and Naruto was counting he money he took from Brick's wallet while dialing for the police with the criminal's cell-phone, "Yes, I'd like to report some suspicious men carrying guns at the docks. Can you track this phone? Yes? All right, thank you." Brick started to open his eyes only to watch his phone landing on his lap while his entire body was tired with thick chains to an even thicker steel pillar. "Oh, still awake I see." Naruto commented before solving the problem with a straight punch to the jaw.

However, without any of them knowing, someone had been watching the blond, "He's Japanese? He looks more American than half these Yankees." Satsuki asked with a raised brow. But she couldn't hold back a small satisfied smile, "I must admit, he is interesting, I just hope he lives up to Madara's expectations or this could be a very boring encounter."

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And that's my rap!

This is the prologue and just so you know, no, Jiraiya won't make an appearance but he'll be mentioned. Unlike canon, this Naruto already learned everything he needed to learn from him.

Anyway, you're free to try to crucify me if you don't like the changes in the harem or the idea. Just know that if you don't like it that this is FanFiction and you're all entitled to try to make any story the way you want them to be. I understand people have different tastes, but for what this place is, then just try to enjoy things as they are rather than force others to change their points of view because you don't like them. I've seen good writers leaving the site for good because when they make a difficult choice that they think is for the better there's always someone there to shoot them down.

I'm happy to say I'm done listening to those guys and that when I write new stories now I plan to keep them going. If I make a re-write I will try to make it work and think things through instead of plotting things at random. I've learned from my mistakes the past years, so I hope you all can enjoy my fics and every newly updated chapter as I do my best.

Swordslinger out!