BOLD is Kyuubi speaking.
Italics are Naruto's thoughts.
Enjoy!
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"It's all right, Kit. They just don't understand."
Naruto looked up, lifting his head from his hands. He took a deep, shuddering breath. With that, he stood up from the sunken, trashed couch. He took a quick look around the room with dull, wary eyes. It was nothing new to see. Maybe he just hoped that it could possibly be viewed in a different way. But every time he looked, there wasn't. It was all crap, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.
He shuffled towards the sink and filled a mug with cold water, all the while talking to his dear friend.
"I know, Kyuu. I won't let them mess this up…We've been working so hard." He made his way into his cold bedroom, shivering in the slightest. He sat on his bed, making it slump under his weight. He frowned, looking out the window.
"Yeah," Kyuubi said, drawing it out and letting it ring against the walls. "We won't. Our goal is ours, Kit. Those humans can't stop us now."
Naruto took Nine Tails' words to heart, as he always did. Kyuu is always here for me. He can't be wrong; I can't be wrong. I won't let them touch us. They don't understand; they don't know what they're doing.
"I'm with you, Kit. I've always been." And with that, Naruto slowly let the world ebb away. He put the mug on his nightstand, and gradually lowered down into the crevasses of his flimsy bed. He closed his eyes, finding himself snuggled in the crooks of Kyuubi's many tails wrapped around him. Sighing in a happy defeat, he let sleep overtake him, with the Tails following right behind him.
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Naruto gasped, jolting awake. Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and looked at his alarm clock. It wasn't even noon yet. He never woke up this early. What could've got him up? He then heard a series of pounding on the door. Groaning, he pushed himself up off his bed and made his way to the door. He had to stop for a bit as lightheadedness overtook him.
Who could possibly be at my door this early in the morning?
"Naruto? Naruto, are you in there?" They yelled through the door.
Naruto groaned some more. He recognized that voice. With droopy eyes, he clicked open the lock. The door burst open, with a familiar pinkette busting herself in. Naruto stumbled back, falling on his rump. Sucking in a sharp intake of breath, he rubbed the back of his head, laughing almost apologetically. Good old Sakura, to be barging in like that.
"Hey, Sakura," Naruto said lightly with a small smile, while she was ranting her head off. With her back turned to him, Naruto rolled his eyes and let the smile slip off his face. Just as quick as it happened, it was gone right before Sakura turned around.
"Naruto! I was out there forever! Why didn't you come to the door sooner?! Didn't you know I was waiting?"
"Waiting?" Naruto turned curiously towards her, his eyes getting a little sparkle of interest. Sakura huffed at this, not hiding any of her brimming annoyance. She started tapping her foot, glaring down at Naruto, who was still sitting on the floor. She puckered her lip, almost pouting that she has to engage in even further conversation with him.
"Did you forget?! You dumbass, you can never remember anything! How can you live by yourself, knowing you, you'd forget to eat!" Naruto flinched at this, his eyes glazing over a guard. "Kakashi-sensei assigned us a mission today, stupid! Sasuke is waiting outside, so hurry up!" Sakura scolded, looking disapprovingly at Naruto. He just shrugged and got up, dusting of his pants.
"You're not even dressed yet, are you? Can you do anything right? We leave in thirty minutes, at least try to be on time. See you then." And with that, Sakura up and left with Sasuke, both of them probably going to finish packing for their mission. Naruto frowned, walking towards the bathroom with downcast eyes. He constantly wondered if Sakura always meant what she said. What was he thinking? She completely did. He was the idiot who completely forgot of Team Seven's mission. If it weren't for her intrusion, he would've slept through it all. That didn't sound so bad, but still. Going on a mission means exercise. The blond would hate himself if he passed any opportunity of exercising up. He let his two sizes too big pants fall from his protruding hips and onto the cracked, tiled floor. He slipped off his shirt and turned on the shower, stepping in its stream. Holding back a shiver, he quickly washing. He didn't have heated water, so the water was icy cold. After that was done, he grabbed his signature orange jumpsuit.
I hate this ugly thing.
It was the only thing he had that was thick and baggy enough to hide his body. Besides, it's not like the villagers would sell him anything else. It was the only thing he could get his hands on. All the while getting dressed, his darkened droopy eyes stayed focused on the floor. He avoided the harsh gaze of the mirror. He couldn't start up with so little time. It'd just have to wait. So he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and continued to get ready. He packed a duffle bag with some spare clothes, his weapons, and medical supplies, all of that sort. He checked his time, still rushed. He skipped breakfast, but that is what happens normally. It was given. The sunshine blond was out the door with ten minutes to spare, using that time to get to the bridge. He ignored all of the glares on his way there, trying to not let it get to him.
I hope this mission is a quick one. He wasn't really up to being around those people. He would have to amp up his guard around them. His head pounded in tune to his stomach panging. This was the usual though. He got used to it a long time ago.
TBC