Multiversal Wanderer: Starting in Naruto

Chapter 90 - 90: Bobby Exposed

"Xiu Yu, what's wrong?" Uzumaki Mito asked curiously.

"It's nothing. Just a little boy who accidentally wandered in," Su Xiu Yu replied calmly.

"You forgot to put on sunscreen today. Mind helping me apply some?" Mito added with a playful smile.

"Gladly," Su Xiu Yu replied without hesitation. After all, she was his woman. He showed no embarrassment at all. Meanwhile, Uchiha Chisato, standing to the side, turned red with embarrassment.

"Chisato, don't be so shy. It's just sunscreen. If you get flustered over this, how are you ever gonna find a boyfriend?" Mito teased, clearly enjoying Su Xiu Yu's "services" while side-eyeing Chisato0, who couldn't bring herself to watch.

—

Meanwhile, Bobby had finally found his parents. Oddly, despite him being gone for quite a while, they didn't seem all that worried. That hurt. Deep down, Bobby knew his parents had never abused him, but they were clearly afraid of him—maybe even disgusted.

People often say kids don't notice much. Bobby knew better.

He could see right through their forced smiles and awkward silences. Did they love him? Yes. But that love had long been corroded by fear. Fear of what he was becoming. Of what he could do. And when fear takes over love, all that's left is loneliness.

He didn't talk about it. Not to classmates. Not to anyone. If his own parents couldn't accept him, how could strangers?

That night, after the family finished hanging out, Bobby sat quietly in the backseat of his father's old Chevrolet.

"Dad... I want to walk around the neighborhood for a bit," Bobby mumbled, breaking his usual silence.

His father looked at him and nodded. "Be careful. Don't... expose yourself."

There was concern in his voice—but more unease than warmth. Bobby didn't mind. He just needed some time alone.

—

The evening streets were quiet. Not many people were around, and Bobby wandered aimlessly, lost in thought.

"Bobby? Is that you?" a soft voice called out.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Bobby turned to see Angelica, a girl from his class. They barely talked at school, but she had a reputation for being friendly.

"Hey, Angelica," Bobby replied, a bit surprised.

"It's late. What are you doing out here? I didn't peg you for the athletic type," she joked, trying to break the ice.

"Just needed to clear my head. What about you?"

"My family's watching a movie nearby. It was so childish I couldn't take it, so I snuck out. I'll sneak back in before it ends. Don't rat me out, okay?" she said with a wink.

Bobby smiled and nodded.

"You seem pretty normal. Why don't you talk much in class? I always see you zoning out at your desk."

"I just... don't like small talk," Bobby admitted, blushing a little.

"What about me, huh?" Angelica leaned in close, teasing him. Bobby could smell her perfume—fresh, soft, and nice. Her blue eyes, long lashes, and smooth skin made his heart beat faster.

"I didn't mean you're annoying or anything!" he stammered, flustered.

"I'm just messing with you. Relax." Angelica giggled, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. She was a natural at making people feel at ease, and Bobby slowly loosened up. It felt good—for once, he was talking to someone like a normal kid.

For a moment, he thought, Maybe if I keep my powers secret, I really can have friends.

Their conversation flowed easily, until—

"Isn't that Angelica? She turned down Drake last week. Now she's flirting with this skinny loser?" a snide voice interrupted.

A group of girls from another class had walked by and noticed them.

"Shut it. This is none of your business," Angelica snapped. These girls always had it out for her, and she usually ignored them—but not tonight.

"Oh, so you've got an attitude now? I'll teach you some manners!" one of them yelled, lunging forward and grabbing Angelica by the hair.

Angelica fought back, trying to free herself. More girls rushed in to join the scuffle.

Bobby didn't hesitate—he shoved a couple of the attackers aside.

"Back off!" he shouted.

"Stay outta this, brat! My brother's right nearby. Help her and you're dead meat!" one of the girls threatened.

"We're leaving. Let her go," Bobby said firmly, standing his ground.

The girl didn't back off. Instead, she shouted, "Brother! Get over here! They're bullying me!"

A moment later, a large man appeared—clearly older than them and built like a tank. Bobby's heart sank.

"You hit my sister?" the man growled, without waiting for a reply. He kicked Bobby hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and dropping him to the pavement.

Pain exploded through his body. I can't fight back...

Then the man turned to Angelica. "And you. You think I'll go easy just 'cause you're a girl?"

He reached out to grab her.

"No!" Bobby screamed.

Time seemed to stop.

He threw out his hand instinctively—and suddenly, the man froze solid, encased in glittering white ice. He looked down at his hands in horror. They were turning to ice too.

He turned to the girls. With another wave of his hand, they froze just like the man—motionless, silent statues in the cold night air.

"Bobby! Wake up!" Angelica's voice broke through his shock.

Snapping back to reality, Bobby looked at his frozen hands, then at the icy figures. He was horrified.

Angelica didn't panic. "Don't just stand there! I'm calling 911 before they freeze to death!"

Her voice was sharp, but calm.

"They deserved to be punished, sure. But they don't deserve to die—especially the girls. They're just kids too."

Bobby looked at her, stunned.

"You need to leave. If the police come and see you here, things'll only get worse. I'll handle it. I'll come up with something," she said.

Bobby hesitated, then nodded slowly. Angelica hadn't turned away from him, hadn't freaked out. She wasn't scared of him.

That small comfort gave him the strength to move again.

He left the scene in a daze, his mind spinning, and headed back home—where everything had started to go wrong in the first place.

-------------

Bobby had no idea how things spiraled out of control so fast. But today—he was completely exposed. The only way to keep the secret now would be if everyone involved just disappeared. And that wasn't something he could bring himself to do.

Angelica was innocent. So were the others. And Bobby—despite awakening a special ability—was still just a teenager. He didn't have the heart to hurt people.

His family didn't think much of him coming home late. Sure, his clothes were muddy, but what did that matter? Boys were bound to get dirty sometimes. Besides, his parents never really paid that much attention to him anyway.

Exhausted, worried, and hungry, Bobby fell asleep quickly. But that night... that night would mark the beginning of a nightmare.

"FBI! Open the door!"

A thunderous crash shattered the quiet of the house. Bobby and his family jolted awake, startled by the sound of the door being smashed in.

"Bobby! Hands up!"

"You're under arrest! We have six witnesses at the hospital accusing you of first-degree murder!"

The FBI burst into the room, guns drawn, no hesitation, no mercy.

Bobby's eyes went wide. He slowly raised his hands and stepped toward the agents, terrified but calm.

"Good. Cooperate and this won't get worse," the lead agent said, easing up slightly. "If you're innocent, we'll sort it out."

They'd been warned. The intel said their suspect was a minor—a mutant with freezing powers. If it weren't for that, they might not have come so heavy-handed. America was strict about protecting children, and the FBI didn't want trouble with the Women and Children's Rights Protection Association—an organization just as powerful as the environmental or animal rights groups.

But Bobby was a mutant. And to some people... that meant he wasn't human anymore.

"Hold it!"

A commanding voice rang out.

"Bogus, this is New York. You have no jurisdiction here. NYPD has this under control. The kid's a suspect, and I'll personally escort him to the station. You're not needed."

New York Police Commissioner George Stacy stepped into the room, flanked by a full squad of officers. They quickly surrounded the FBI team.

"Goddamn it, George, do you even know what you're doing?" Agent Bogus snapped, furious.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," George replied coldly. "And I'm doing it right. You want to push your authority in my city? You better be ready for the fallout."

Bogus hesitated. If he clashed publicly with George Stacy, it would be a major scandal. And in a city like New York, reputation was everything.

"Fine," he growled. "I'll let this slide—for now."

With a reluctant glare, he signaled his team to withdraw.

As the FBI agents retreated, George turned to Bobby, his tone softening.

"I know you're scared," he said, crouching to Bobby's level. "My daughter's a neighbor of Angelica's. That little girl was in tears, begging her to help you. Don't worry, kid—I'm not gonna let them pin this on you if you didn't do anything wrong."

He reached out and gently patted Bobby's head. Truth be told, George admired the boy. Bobby could've kept everything hidden. He could've stayed safe. But he risked it all to protect a friend.

That kind of bravery wasn't common—especially in someone so young.

And Bobby had shown restraint. Angelica had called the police right away. Of the six men injured, only one had serious frostbite. The rest had mild symptoms and were expected to recover.

"Can I just stay home now?" Bobby asked quietly.

George shook his head. "No, kid. You've gotta come with me. It's not just about the law—it's about your safety. There's a mob outside. They're angry. And there are reporters, too."

George stepped aside so Bobby could see out the window.

The street was packed. Protesters. Onlookers. News vans. Cameras flashing. Microphones waving. Chaos.

"I get it," Bobby murmured. He wasn't stupid. Going with the police was the safest option—for him and his family.

He turned to look at his parents and brother. But their faces weren't full of concern for him—just fear. No one asked what had happened. No one tried to defend him.

They were just frozen in place.

I'm such a fool, Bobby thought. I can't count on them anymore.

George noticed. Without a word, he took off his coat and draped it over Bobby's head.

"Cry if you need to," he whispered. "Don't say anything out there. Just hold on to me."

He gently took Bobby's hand and led him to the door.

Under the coat, Bobby finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Until now, he'd held it in. But the warmth of a stranger's kindness pushed him over the edge.

"Where were you, Mom and Dad, when I needed you most?"

"The suspect's coming out!"

"Don't push! He's a mutant!"

"Be careful! What if he lashes out?"

The crowd erupted as soon as they saw him. George held him close, shielding him from the noise and the flashes.

"Commissioner Stacy! New York Times—can we interview the suspect?" a reporter shouted.

"No. Bobby is a minor. And by law, the NYPD is required to protect his identity and privacy," George replied firmly.

He wasn't about to feed the media circus. He knew their game—twisting stories, stirring public outrage, getting in the way of real investigations.

"We have freedom of the press!" another reporter protested.

George stopped mid-step and turned, expression cold.

"Oh? Then maybe I should call the Women and Children's Rights Protection Association and let them know you're trying to exploit a minor. Sound good?"

The reporter went pale. "N-No... forget it."

"Then step aside."

Without another word, George walked Bobby to the police car.

The boy was trembling.

"Officer... am I going to jail?" Bobby asked in a shaky voice.

"No, you're not," George replied calmly. "From where I stand, it looks like self-defense. And none of those guys were seriously hurt. You didn't do anything wrong."

He opened the car door and helped Bobby in.

"This isn't a punishment, Bobby—it's protection. Your family wouldn't be safe if you stayed. But once this all calms down, once the heat dies down... you'll be able to go home."

"Home..." Bobby repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

And as the door closed behind him, that single word hung heavy in the air.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Check my Pâtreon for (40) advanced Chapters

Pâtreon .com/Fanficlord03

Change (â) to (a)

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Discord Link Here:

.gg/MntqcdpRZ9