A/N: I'm experimenting with Naruto. And NO!!! No SasuNaru, What the fuck is wrong with you people! They're guys!!!! I'm a bigger fan of SasuSaku, NaruSaku, and GaaSaku.
Basically, in this story, someone comes to Konoha, and infects them with a virus known as the "Gender Bug". It's not officially a virus, but you'll see why it's called a virus. I have tweaked this from another author who wrote a naruto fic similar to this, but I cannot seem to be able to find it. When you have the chance, please try and find theirs. It's actually pretty good. If you are still reading this, you don't need glasses.
Night had fallen, and the other side of the world was just getting up. But in Konohagakure No Sato, the mist had started to glaze over the grass, creating dew. However, moisture is not our focus. As a cloaked ninja stood on top of the wall, they thought,
'What was the jutsu again?' They then took out a book. The book, on closer inspection was revealed to be "body changing viruses, and you."
'Here it is.'
They put away the book, and then walked along the inside of the wall. Once they had gotten to a suitable position, they took out a piece of red chalk. On the inside of the wall, they drew a triangle, with an upside-down triangle inside of it. (Triforce) From the points, they drew lines coming from each point. They then drew a perfect circle, which was pretty hard for anyone to do, around the triangle.
"Jenda-uirusu kansen No Jutsu! (1)" They released a jutsu, and the seal started glowing. The seal then turned into a gas, and traveled to the ground. The gas lost it's form, then expanded, until it could not be seen anymore.
"Anyone who enters will be infected." They said to themselves. They then disappeared.
A/N: Short as hell, but hey, it was a short as hell scene.
1: Gender Virus Infection Jutsu: Turns an area into an infection site. Those who enter will find themselves female the next day. The virus is undetectable by conventional means, meaning that the body cannot identify it, nor can the greatest med-nins in the world.
