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"Talking"

Thinking

Kurama/Jutsu

Kurama thinking

PISSED OFF KURAMA

Chapter One

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and Thalia on the way.

It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were a bit too nervous to talk much. Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to Westover Hall, it was getting dark, and she'd told Annabeth and Thalia every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about me.

Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside. "Oh yeah. This'll be fun."

Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff over-looking this big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" My mother asked.

"No thanks mom," I said. "I don't know how long it'll take. We'll be okay."

"But how will you get back? I'm worried Percy."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

"It's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color of the ocean. "We'll keep him out of trouble."

My mom seemed to relax a little. She thinks Annabeth is the most levelheaded demigod ever to hit eight grade. She's sure Annabeth often keeps me from getting killed. She's right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

"All right dears," my mom said. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride."

"Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"

"Mom-"

"Your ambrosia and nectar, Percy? And a golden drachma in case you need to contact camp?'

"Mom seriously! We'll be fine. Come on guys." She looked a little hurt, and I was sorry about that, but I was ready to be out of that car. if my mom told one more story about how cut I looked in the bathtub when I was three years old, I was going to burrow into the snow and freeze myself to death.

Annabeth and Thalia followed me outside. The wind blew straight through my coat like daggers.

"Once my mother's car was out of sight, Thalia said,

"Your mom is so cool, Percy."

"She's pretty okay," I admitted. "What about you? You ever get in touch with your mom?" As soon as I had said it, I wished I hadn't. Thalia was great at giving evil looks, what with the punk clothing she always wears-the ripped-up army jacked, black leather pants and chain jewelry, the black eyeliner and those intense blue eyes. But the look she gave me now was a perfect evil "ten".

"If that was any of your business, Percy-"

"We'd better get inside," Annabeth interrupted. "Grover will be waiting."

Time skip.

I jogged down the corridor, but when I got to the other end, no one was there. I opened a door and found myself back in the main entry hall. I was completely turned around. I didn't see Dr. Thorn anywhere, but there on the opposite side of the room were the di Angelo kids. They stood frozen in terror, staring right at me.

I advanced slowly, lowering the tip of my sword. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

They didn't answer. Their eyes were full of fear. What was wrong with them? Where was Dr. Thorn? Maybe he'd sensed the presence of Riptide and retreated. Monsters hated celestial bronze weapons anyway.

"My name's Percy," I said, trying to keep my voice level.

"I'm going to take you out of here, get you somewhere safe."

Bianca's eyes widened. Her fists clenched. Only too late did I realize what her look meant. She wasn't afraid of me. She was trying to warn me.

I whirled around and something went WHIIISH! Pain exploded in my shoulder. A force like a huge hand yanked me backward and slammed me into the wall.

I slashed with my sword but there was nothing to hit.

A cold laugh echoed through the hall.

"Yes, Perseus Jackson," Dr. Thorn said. His accent mangled the J in my last name. "I know who you are."

I tried to free my shoulder. My coat and shirt were pinned to the wall by some kind of spike-a black dagger-like projectile about a foot long. It had grazed the skin of my shoulder as it passed through my clothes, and the coat burned. I'd felt something like this before. Poison.

I forced myself to concentrate. I would not pass out. A dark silhouette now moved toward us. Dr. Thorn stepped into the dim light. He still looked human, but his face was ghoulish. He had perfect white teeth and his brown/blue eyes reflected the light of my sword.

"Thank you for coming out of the gym," He said. "I hate middle school dances."

I tried to swing my sword again, but he was just out of reach.

WHIIISH! A second projectile shot from somewhere behind Dr. Thorn. He didn't appear to move. It was as if someone invisible were standing behind him, throwing knives.

Next to me, Bianca yelped. The second thorn impaled itself in the stone wall, half an inch from her face.

"All three of you will come with me," Dr. Thorn said.

"Quietly. Obidiently. If you make a single noise, if you call out for help or try to fight, I will show you just how accuratley I can throw.

I didn't know what kind of monster Dr. Thorn was, but he was fast.

Maybe I could defend myself if I could get my shield activated. All that it would take was a touch of my wristwatch. But defending the di Angelo kids was a defferent matter. I needed help, and there was only one way I could think to get it.

I closed my eyes.

"What are you doing, Jackson?" hissed Dr. Thorn.

"Keep moving!"

I opened my eyes and kept shuffling forward. "It's my shoulder," I lied, trying to sound miserable, which wasn't hard. "It burns."

"Bah! My poison causes pain. It will not kill you. Walk!"
Thorn herded us outside, and I tried to concentrate. I pictured Grover's face. I focused on my feelings of fear and danger. Last summer, Grover had created an empathy link between us. He'd sent me visions in my dreams to let me know when he was in trouble. As far as I knew, we were still linked, but I'd never tried to contact Grover before. I didn't even know if it would work while Grover was awake.

Hey Grover! I thought. Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!

Thorn marched us into the woods. We took a snowy path dimly lit by old-fashioned lamplights. My shoulder ached. The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

"There is a clearing ahead," Thorn said. "We will summon your ride."

"What ride?" Bianca demanded. "Where are you taking us?"

"Silence you insufferable girl!"

"Don't talk to my sister that way!" Nico said. His voice quivered, but I was impressed he had the guts to say anything at all.

Dr. Thorn made a growling sound that definitely wasn't human. It made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, but I forced myself to keep walking.

Time Skip

"Who wants us?" Bianca demanded. Because if you think you'll get a ransom, you're wrong. We don't have any family." her voice broke a little. "We've got no one but each other."

"Aww," Dr. Thorn said. "Do not worry, little brats. You will be meeting my employer soon enough. Then you will be have a brand-new family."

"Ya know," A new voice said, "I don't think you're being very convincing." I whirled around, trying to find the source of the voice, but saw nothing.

"Who's there?" Growled Dr. Thorn. "Show yourself!"

"Okay, sure." The voice said, and someone just... materialized right out of thin air next to Thorn. He gaped in surprise, as did I and the di Angelos.

"W-what-" he stuttered. The boy smirked.

"What's wrong?" He taunted. "Never seen a Shinobi before?" Thorn growled, shaking himself out of his momentary surprise. He prepared to charge at the boy.

"Get out of here!" I yelled. "You don't know how dangerous this guy this!" The boy simply turned towards me, one eyebrow raised, still smirking confidently.

"Sorry," He said. "But Naruto Uzumaki never runs." He crossed his fingers. "Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu!" There was a large puff of smoke, and when it cleared, I'm pretty sure I was the perfect picture of a fish. Because there, surrounding Thorn, were hundreds of Narutos. Thorn blinked.

"What's wrong?" They all said at once. "Scared of me?" He growled again, angry at being continually taunted by this overly confident boy. He flicked-I could see it where he got his spikes from now- his tail and sent missiles flying towards the clones. As soon as they were hit, they disappeared in a puff of smoke, but there were plenty more to take the fallen ones places.

"Rasengan!" The boy shouted, running out of the midst of the clones, a blue spiraling ball of energy held in his hands. Thorn had no chance to dodge as the boy ran at inhuman speeds, and jammed the sphere into his stomach. Thorn stumbled back, coughing up blood. He bumped into something, and Annabeth appeared, her invisible cap knocked off her head. Seeing Thorn was still alive, the boy smirked, almost sadistically.

"Hardly anyone survives the first one," he said, then a clone came up and started darting its hands around his own. The same blue ball of energy appeared in his hand. I had to wonder, who's godly parent was his?

"Rasengan!" He shouted, running towards Thorn. Thorn was prepared this time, however, and flicked some poisoned spikes towards the boy, who dodged them like it was nothing. He noticed Annabeth, who was standing behind Thorn, frozen in wonderment in the boy's abilities.

"Out of the way!" He roared at her. She registered his voice too late, however, and as the boy's attack hit home, was knocked off the cliff along with Thorn.

"Annabeth!" I yelled.

Thalia ran in with her shield Agies. She stopped as she saw the hundreds of clones. Grover ran up beside her. The clones disappeared in a puff of smoke. The boy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Hehe," he laughed nervously. "Sorry, but I can never stay away from a good fight. Also, um, do you know where the fuck I am?" I ignored the boy, running over to the edge of the cliff to see if she was hanging on. She wasn't. I heard Thalia gasp.

"You," She said venomously. I turned around. About a dozen girls stood in the clearing.

"Thalia Grace," One of them said. She was wearing a silver circlet.

"Now where is the manticore?" She asked, looking around. She noticed the blond for the first time.

"And who are you?" She said, just as coldly, raising an eyebrow.

"Name's Naruto Uzumaki!" he said, unpreturbed by the death glare he was getting.

"I presume you're another half blood?" She asked, turning her nose up at him. He blinked at her.

"What's that?" He asked. I stared at him in amazement, nearly forgetting about Annabeth. Nearly.

"But how'd you do all that stuff if you aren't a demigod?" I asked. He shrugged, still looking as though he didn't understand anything about what we were saying.

"Chakra," he answered simply. "I guess you guys are untrained in fighting, so you don't know what it is. Now if someone could answer my question from earlier, where the hell am I?" An auburn haired girl stepped forward.

"What do you mean 'untrained'?" I asked, slightly offended, right as she was about to speak. "We've been through almost more near death situations than I can count! What have you done that's so great?" I knew I was being rude, but, then again, it was partly his fault Annabeth was...missing.

"Hmmm?" He replied. "What have I done? When I was twelve, I defeated Haku, mastered the Rasnegan in a week, defeated Gaara in his tailed beast form, defeated Neji, learned how to summon gigantic toads, and survived a chidori. Then after two years of intense training, I defeated Kaguya, ended the Fourth Great Shinobi War, mastered Sage Mode, completed the Rasengan, defeated Sasuke Uchiha, defeated Pain, tamed the Nine Tails, figured out how to use Nine Tails Chakra Mode, defeated kakuza, achieved my goal of being aknowledged by everyone, and died at least five times." I blinked.

End of chapter one

A/N I edited this Chapter a bit. It makes sense now. I will be replying to reviews at the beginning of future Chapters