Hidden Genes

Summary: There is a type of jutsu only one shinobi could use,the Shodaime became famous for it being impossible for anyone who doesn't have his DNA, and even then it was rare. Sharingan is an Uchiha doujutsu,so no one can have it unless an eye is given, so why does the Kyuubi vessel have both?Why does he move like the Yondaime?

It was a dark late fall evening in the peaceful Hidden Village of the Leaf, named Konoha. People calmly walked down the streets of the prosperous village as they went about their last business for the day, dressed warmly and treating each other with kindness. Mothers were calling their children in for dinner while fathers were returning from a hard day of work. Elders slowly made their way to their homes after spending the day out, enjoying the last days without snow, as winter was only around the corner and approaching fast. Teens left their training grounds or jobs as they noticed the setting sun and the rising chill in the air. It was time for everyone to return home, relax and eat and then go to bed to repeat the same process tomorrow. It was a pretty ordinary day and everyone really just went about their own lives, not caring for the commotion happening down the same streets they are walking.

''Come back here, you brat!'' An angry, burly man yelled as he ran down the streets, his drinking buddies running after him, the group of seven grown men eager for some entrainment. Small legs ran faster as he heard them catching up and his young chest ached as he tried to get more air into his lungs. Blue eyes were focused entirely upfront as he knew he would slow down if he looked back. He daren't look back, as he knew he would see the men who wanted to harm him for no reason but because they could, as no one would stand up for him. He had no parents or relatives. He had no friends, although he called the Hokage jiji.

Cold wind whipped at his blond hair as he continued running through the village. He felt tears rolling down his scarred cheeks as he heard many of the villagers sneering that he deserved whatever beating these men gave him. He didn't understand! What had he done? Was he bad? Everyone hated him, so he must have done something bad. Hokage-jiji told him that only bad people deserved punishment. Did that really mean he was bad?

The five year old continued running and he felt relief when he saw the edge of the forest approaching. Usually, when he ran into the forest, the people would leave him alone. They didn't dare brave the ANBU training grounds like he did all the time. This was his own playground, as not even jonin could follow him through here. They didn't dare with all the traps stationed there, or the occasional patrol of the village's elite. However, alcohol inhibited that sense of self preservation in these men and they made no show of slowing down. They continued running after him even after good twenty meters of trees passed.

More tears ran down the boy's cheeks. If he were caught here, there would be no Kashi-ni-chan, Itachi-ni-chan or Hokage-jiji to save him. There wouldn't even be a gentle touch from the good Iruka-sensei or loving pats on the head from Teuchi-oosan or even a smile from the pretty Ayame-ne-chan! There won't be anyone to stop them from doing what the entire village has been anticipating for as long as the little blond could remember. He was going to fall asleep and not wake up if they caught him.

The little boy gasped as he tripped over a rock and he grunted in pain as his ankle sprained. He can't get up! He won't be able to run like this! He did manage to get to his feet by stubborn will power alone and he even managed to limp away a little more before he was snatched up from the ground and his feet flailed wildly as the men jeered at him. Scared blue eyes widened as he was thrown, hard, to the ground and a foot slammed into his gut, making him let out a strangled scream. He would not give these mean men the pleasure, even if he did do something to deserve this treatment.

The next kick was directed at his head and the boy just barely managed to get his hands up in time to stop the foot from connecting with his skull and possibly killing him with that one move. He gasped as he felt a bone break and bit down on his lip when another big and strong foot slammed into his unprotected back, as he curled up in a fatal position. He didn't dare look out from his confinement of his arms as he knew that they would take any opening and he did not want a broken nose.

The little blond gasped in pain and then screamed as someone first stepped on his foot and then forced something sharp and cold through his skin and muscle. One of the men had broken down their last bottle of sake and had used the broken glass as a knife, destroying the boy's ligaments. He would be lucky if he can ever walk again. Another man laughed as they beat the boy up, but he was anything but a quitter. When they were all busy laughing and mocking his misfortune, the orphan jumped to his legs - and although they were both injured now, he didn't even stumble - and used the move they had just thought them at the Ninja Academy to hit one man in the gut with his raised leg. Well, it would have been gut had he been any taller, but this way it ended up hitting him straight in the crotch and he doubled over in pain. The others stopped laughing at his howl of pain and rage, but the blond had already taken off, moving as fast as he could with his injuries.

However, he didn't make it far. He was bleeding, his ribs were broken and cracked and both his legs were beyond usable at the moment. With a cry of pain he fell in front of a big, old oak tree, right in the nest of its roots. He didn't even bother trying to stop the tears as they rolled down, nor did he try to stop the shaking that had overtaken his small frame. He was weak from hunger and lack of sleep, as villagers always gave him food at abnormal prices or gave him something rotten and men like this usually spent the night banging on his poor little apartment's door or throwing stones at his windows while yelling jabs and insult and threats to kill him. He didn't dare sleep on those nights and often just passed out for a while after a few days of this. The result of this was that he was skinny and very short for his age, but he always hoped for a better tomorrow so he never complained to anyone about it. He suspected the Hokage knew and he shuddered to think what Kashi-ni-chan would do if he found out, as he was strangely protective of the blond kid. But most of all he didn't want to see Iruka-sensei's sad face when he saw the treatment he was getting, as the kind teacher often acted towards him like he thought a father acted towards his own son. Not that he'd know; his parents died when he was born during some attack on the village.

He didn't understand why this was happening to him. He just wanted to be accepted, by at least one person! Was it too much to want that? Was he asking for too much? Bright, innocent blue eyes looked up at the moon and the little boy put his hands together in a praying position, his fingers overlapping and he brought his head down. Unfortunately, his balance gave way and his forehead lightly landed on the bark of the strong, old oak he had fallen in front of. Only it and the moon will be the witnesses of his weakness as he let the tears fall and a sob escape him. He was scared but he thought that maybe he could meet his parents if those men got him. He could hear them, they were nearing the old oak and he knew that once they got their hands on him, he was a goner.

So he kneeled there, his forehead against the old tree, eyes closed and scared cheeks wet from his salty tears, hands clasped together, not even noticing the power that was awakening in him. Then another, and another, called upon by the strong chakra and the boy's distress. He didn't look up even as he heard the men reach his ''hiding spot'' and jeer and curse at him. He didn't look up as they walked with heavy footsteps towards him. He only prayed to god that he would be okay enough so he could say bye to his dearest people.

But when the man touched his shoulder, a wave of chakra so strong and malicious hit him that he and his drinking buddies were thrown ten meters away from the little boy. They looked up with enraged expressions on their faces, only to falter when the boy finally looked up, over his shoulder at them, a frown of confusion on his face. That, however, didn't take away from the tree, it's limbs moving around the boy, as if to embrace him and protect him from the outside world. The blond frowned deepened when another gust of chakra rushed at the men and they froze in place as the killing intent reached even their senses, despite not being shinobi. The boy was confused now, as he had no desire to harm them. Why were they shaking in fear. He made to turn around and was prepared for the pain that would come with the movement, however he felt none. He looked down at his body and for the first time noticed it was covered in red chakra that seemed to radiate waves of power unimaginable to the human mind. He looked at his ankle, only to find it healed. He looked at his other leg, but the open wound was long gone and now all he could see was his bloodied pants. He touched his up until recently swollen cheeks, but they were fine, although the whisker scars felt deeper and longer. That's when he noticed that the nails on his hands had lengthened and now resembled small but very sharp claws and he felt a stinging in his eyes that wasn't the same sensation as when tears were about to fall.

What was going on?

He looked back up at the men and they flinched away from the red slit eyes with three tomoe rotating around the slit pupil. They quickly climbed to their feet and ran away as Uzumaki Naruto, for that was the boy's name, stared at them with confused blood red eyes, the tomoe slowly fading with the danger. The blond boy never left the tree's embrace until morning came, and the tree withdrew with the arrival of two ANBU whose presence soothed away Naruto's fears.

Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Itachi were none the wiser about what had happened last night, nor was the rest of the village. The drunkards tried telling what they had witnessed, but no one believed them. After all, the boy had no injuries so it was decided that they had dreamed it.

And so everyone returned to their everyday lives, not realizing that Naruto's boy had just changed so much he might as well be a whole different person. After all, he had just had his first conversation with the Kyuubi sealed within him in his dream. Things were about to change.