Midnight Experiments

Naruto opened his eyes to notice how dark it was. Having slept from the morning and into the night time, he took off the sheets of his bed. Once his feet touched the floor, he looked down at the rat he killed. Unfortunately, the blood dried up and it took considerable effort for him to absorb it than if it had been more liquid shaped.

"Hmm actually, it might be a better idea if I left a little mess around here. I've got countless subjects to work on." Naruto remarked. He smiled at the thought. Yeah, that seemed to be right up his alley. Then, once he was done with the tiny vermin, he could move onto bigger, more adult, vermin! He looked at his clock. It was much later than he had thought. Three hours past midnight. He didn't remember being that tired. Well, no matter. It wasn't like he had too many plans for the day.

He walked from his bedroom and into his hallway on the way to his living room. The blonde recalled his words to his former teacher. No doubt Iruka was already spewing his stupid tale of the encounter he had with Naruto to the Hokage.

To be honest, the young man was kind of surprised he woke up with no one knocking on his door proclaiming that the Sandaime would like to speak with him. To be honest, that was something Naruto wanted, but the longer they waited that was fine by him. It merely gave him more time to plan things out.

Now, some might be thinking Uzumaki Naruto and planning should never be uttered in the same sentence, but when you have lived nearly all your life becoming the object of people's pathetic hatred, you learn to plan the safe routes home on the more intense days. Of course, the occasional high end prank never failed with planning either. At the very least, his useless former self had something to boast about.

However, Naruto also wasn't stupid. He knew no matter how much he hated Konoha, and no matter how much he wished to make each and every single person suffer as he had, he was not strong enough to fight even a chunin confidently. All he had for fighting experience was his worthless training regimens with his former classmates. He shook his head with a grumble. No doubt they were happy he was gone.

"Tch, they'll be the first to learn. Then they can tell their stupid parents how they got their asses kicked by me," Naruto thought, but that wasn't enough. He pulled out a chair and sat in it. The light of a lone ceiling fan shined over him. He sat in silence, thinking, wondering, planning. True, he would have to get better at more...intricate planning, but the grander scheme of things was mere child's play.

He held out his hand. Was he always going to have to keep cutting himself to bring out this ability? That didn't appeal to him in the slightest. In time, he watch the blood slowly drip down his finger. He willed it to the center of his palm. It followed his desire. He watched it form a ball no bigger than a marble. He picked up one of the books he had pilfered and opened it to a random page. He started reading.

As he read, Naruto tried finding ways to maximize his split attention. As far as he was concerned, reading was too boring to take seriously. He doubted that would ever change with him but, realizing how important he ought to take it, he decided to try having his mind on the blood and the book at the same time. While he read he formed random shapes with the blood in his palm. It quickly relieved the boredom.

He felt like he learned some pretty interesting things as well. Nothing worth pointing out, but at the very least he did see some appeal in reading. Once Naruto was finished reading...or until the boredom became too much, he closed the book and dropped the blood on the table. He noticed how...dark it was. It certainly didn't look like any blood he had seen before. Was it because of all the blood he had been accumulating?

He had taken the blood of more than a dozen animals, and he had been carelessly adding it to his own. For some reason, this didn't seem like it was diseased blood. The thought of an animal carrying a contagion was on his mind, but only for a moment. He doubted that was the case. Even if it was the case, he always did recover from illnesses rather fast he noticed.

He stiffened for a moment. He gave a small grin. Now there was an idea! He quickly got up and ran into his bedroom. Not even a minute later, he came back into his living room area with the dead rat he had killed. He laid it on the table.

Expelling a bit more blood from his body, he held out his hand. He tried to thin the blood as much as possible. He hoped he could make it as free as a length of rope, but it was definitely hard. He tried to slowly maneuver the blood back through the wounds of the rat. Maybe...he could move its body as if it were still among the living.