The Lost Son (Overwatch X Naruto Fanfic) [Discontinued]

...Where He's Been. And What will He Do Now?...

(Note: Some of this is bases slightly along with the original Naruto episode but a bit(way) longer/older in the story. I do not own Naruto or Overwatch rights just the game and manga)
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"Ughh...damn you sunlight. Why must you be the bane of my sleep?" A young man said groggily as he got his ass up and went to the bathroom. He showered, brushed his teeth and looked himself in the mirror. This was Naruto 'Uzumaki' 'Namikaze'. The claimed son of the Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze, and The Red Death, Kushina Uzumaki.

He was claimed as such due to his birthday being October 10, the day the Kyuubi attack. Becoming the jinchuriki of the nine tails. Years after when the Third Hokage retired and Lady Tsunade return due to Lord Jaraya and Naruto convinced her, she had revieled his 'parents' lineage to the whole village.

Years of being scorned and hated left him isolated, yet with that came a thirst of knowledge. When the reveal of his parents announced he didn't beleve it. The villagers, his comerades, the council seemed to believe it. But he refused to believe even a word of it. After various days of studying and test of blood samples, he found that they weren't his parents. Rather the only relation he could get was that he was their when the resealing of the nine tails and they both assumed that he was their child.

The villagers seemed to become nice to him, trying to make amends, but he ignored it. Tsunade had deduced he was in shock to figure out who his parents were and hypothesized he had changed cold. Her reasoning of thinking he was Minato and Kushina son was the day of death, birth, and looks.

'What a stupid old hag she is. I guess that's what years of drinking sake and gambling does to ones head.' Naruto thought as he mad himself some breakfast. He could remember his earliest memories of coming to Konoha. All he could remember was that some sort of man in monk robes carried him to the gates. He had a plain almost robotic face of emotions you could read. And along the fact he felt cold yet warmth in his hands.

'May you be safe and hope the Iris will be in you~' The man said as he waved and floated away.

Shaking his head, he got dressed in a black silk t-shirt, a pale grey zip up hoodie. Wore dark green cargo pants and red and black shoes. He walked out of his appointment to meet up with some of his 'friends'.

'It's funny, as children they'd stay away from me. Only acknowledged my presence as hinderounce and only an accent. Now they assume we're all buddy-buddy. Some of them are okay. Garra is the one that I can relate to the most. Probably my best friend of all of em.' Naruto thought with a sad smile on his face. He met up with his 'friends' at Training Ground 7.

"Hey, your late dobe." A raven haired teen said.

"Yeah baka! Making Sasuke and me wait so long!" A pink haired howler girl said.

"Well blame Kakashi for the timing, he's always two hours late." Naruto said in annoyance. His teammates were Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha. Both of whom annoying and ridicule him to no end. Sasuke was a brooding avenger emo stereotypical to those one would see or read in anime and manga. While Sakura was much worse, an extreme fangirl with steroid powered muscle, even though she's so skinny a simple small wind could push her over. And only cared for the Uchiha.

"He's our sensei and we have to follow his orders." Sakura screamed at him.

He sighed at this, it's been really annoying to deal with these people for the past 5 years since they graduated from the academy. Before, they treated him as if he wasn't their, unappreciated by his teammates and barley acknowledged by his sensei. Now, even when he was supposibly famous, their harassment was limited but still treated him as if he was second best.