I'm tired of the normal plots where Kenshin teaches or adopts Naruto, so I'm going to try to write something original. Naruto isn't the one who stumbles on Kenshin, and Kenshin is not the main character either. It's all about our favorite little girl, Kaoru.

Summary: Kaoru's father is killed during the revolution, leaving three year old Kaoru alone far to soon. However an old friend of her father sends someone to take care of her for awhile out of respect. Becoming attached to her, the Ninja decides to stay. How much would Rurouni Kenshin change if Kaoru had an overprotective brother through all of it? Especially, if he none other than Uzumaki Naruto? But before that, will the two of them even survive to make it to meet Kenshin? They have to deal with two wars- The War in Japan, and the Fourth Great Ninja War. Not to mention Asatsuki still wants Kyuubi, Naruto is still the chosen One, Sasuke is still a Missing-nin, and Naruto still has to go through Sanin training! But that's not the worst of it. Man oh man, what the hell are they going to do!

Ok, this is important. LISTEN TO ME!

I know in Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin and Koaru are thirteen years apart, but I most likely won't put Naruto with Kaoru. Their gonna be twelve years apart. Their relationship will be complicated, but not like that unless the readers want it. I can't really see the Ninja boy falling for a girl he raised though.

Naruto most likely will get a girl later on. Here's your choices!

Naruto/Misao is the one I'm most interested in. But then, their age gap would be even larger. Misao is only fourteen in the anime ... That would make Naruto twice her age. There also the problem that Misao is very immature and obsessed with Aoshi. But I can make it happen if you want it.

Naruto/Megumi would be cool. They are in the same age group too. She mature, smart, pretty... and as tricky as a fox. In the Anime her 'chibi' had fox ears even. She's also headstrong, and will do what she puts her mind to. The only thing that might make it hard, is her personality. She is one of the characters in Rurouni that I didn't particularly enjoy.

Finally there's Naruto/Koaru. You know how I feel about it. However I could see it happening. He is her protector, the one who always there, the one who would throw himself headlong into danger just for her. She also knows they're not related. She has dark blue eyes and black hair. He has bright blue eyes and blond hair. I will write it as best I can if you want it, but it will be hard. Making a person fall for the one who is almost their father figure is very hard. It would be cute though...

You decide, what ever you pick, I'll write.

"Put that down!" Naruto flung himself forward, pushing her under his chest quickly and curled his body into a protective cocoon.

The loud crash echoed through the dojo as weapons of all types; bokkens, kunias, and short swords, fell. He grunted as sharp pain spread through his back as the last of them whacked him on the neck. Naruto bit his tongue, pretty sure what he wanted to say would get him hit. Tsunade wasn't very forgiving when it came to swearing around her adopted granddaughter.

Naruto let out another grunt, flexing his now sore back muscles.

"Oh!" The little girl looked up at him from her back. Kaoru's eyes were wide and her mouth was shaped in a circle. He tried to glare down at her as another bout of pain shot down his back, but he found it extremely hard. Even when she was in the wrong, she looked far from it. Also, as he found out quickly, her cuteness was a weapon he wasn't able to defeat.

Her huge, doe-like blue eyes stared up at him with innocence he barely saw back in his world now a days. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her bangs adding to her heart-shaped face, and just to finish the already excruciating cuteness, she always wore a huge blue hair bow. Even though he had faced enemy ninja, twice as powerful and intimidating, he couldn't find himself to face her. She was simple, too cute. Naruto sighed as he got up, pulling her up to her feet to check her over for injuries.

Patting down her kimono he was relieved not to find any.

"Kaoru," He made a face as he struggled to act mature, He really wanted to yell at her. He knelt down to her level, catching eye contact. "That was very bad." Naruto put on a strained smile, a vain pulsing.

"You... should not play in the dojo Kaoru."

Kaoru blinked up at him, her mind racing to a place only children could comprehend. The three year old looked up at Naruto's face and then to the pile of swords around them. Back to him, and back to the mess. Realization flashed through her blue eyes and her face scrunched up into a scowl. She pointed at a sword.

"Mess." She tugged on his sleeve. A large grin which resembled his appeared on her. "Bad!"

Naruto couldn't stop the groan that echoed through the dojo. Why the hell did he accept this mission?

Chapter one, Mission. Two Months Earlier. Japan.

By Evilpinklolli

Sometimes, it is better to act in grief, than vengeance.

It was dark out and the main streets were empty of life. The street lights were the only source of light, and moths were gathered around them in swarms. No one left their houses after the sun went down for many reasons.

Kamiya Hijo coughed painfully, blood and spit running down his chin and neck, onto the ground. His body pulsed and his head pounded with his heart beat. The pressure in his head had already passed painful, turning into pure agony. His arm and legs felt like rocks. His chest felt like it was on fire and he tried to curl further into himself, but his body wasn't working.

He tried to squeezed his eyes as hard as he could as he noticed them getting hot. His throat went dry, and when he tried to swallow he couldn't. He didn't have the strength anymore.

'Damn it all...' Hijo tried to move his other arm upwards, but found it wouldn't respond.

A dry sob broke through and he cursed the murmurs of the people around him. He wouldn't cry, not around these bastards. The murmurs grew closer, as did the footsteps. He couldn't find himself to care though, he just didn't have the strength. He slowly looked to the side, the still forms of Shinto, Mamaro, and Kenichi lay around him. His students, the very people he taught to protect

...and he couldn't protect them. His hand grew wet as he tried to press his fingers harder to his neck. He closed his eyes.

He didn't want to open them again. Mamaro was only seven. This time he didn't stop the cracked sob that broke through as he realization set in. He wasn't going to make it back to the dojo. He wasn't going to make it out of this alley. His shoulder shook as more sobs came through.

He forgot about his honor. Damn his honor. What did that bring him? He waited for the first strike, thinking only about opponent to opponent, that they also believed in fairness. It was at least four against one. He counted six grown men that had brutally taken down the youngest of the group. He was literally stabbed in the back. He couldn't stop the blood. He lay there in the middle of the alley. He wouldn't make it to a doctor.

He wouldn't make it back to his child.

His body convulsed from the agony and his sob echoed through the street. Oh god, his baby. His little, defenseless Kaoru.

"Please," It was soft, and gurgled by his blood. The murmurs grew almost quite around him. His Kaoru. He gathered as much strength as he could find, Making his sliced windpipe work. He couldn't see them, but he knew they were there. He knew they could hear him. He only hoped to any god that they had some honor.

"Sp..." He trailed off, the footsteps came closer to him then. He could see the shadow next to his face. He made out the bottom of a white gi, and sandals. He tried again.

" Spare, my Kaoru." He hoped, no needed them to have honor. That they would respect his dieing wish.

A sword went through his skull then, putting an end to his suffering.

It was three days later that the squirrel ran up the side of the tower. The squirrel huffed as it scurried up the wall and wanted to gag at how high it was. When he reached the window out of breath he almost cried in relief. He whipped the sweat off his fur, and wringed his tail out as he grinned. Of course he made it! He was a summon-nin squirrel, he could do this with ease. puffed out his chest with pride, glaring down at the window seal.

Something like a window wouldn't stop him! He would finish his mission! He was the greatest nin squirrel in the world and one day he would be the leader of all squirrel nins! Believe it! With a heave he pulled the window up with everything he had. However, he cried out as he lost his footing, sending him hurtling all the way back to the ground.

Tsunade yawned loudly, stretching in her chair as the secretary came in with the first paperwork of the day. She resisted the urge to grab her beer jug underneath the desk when she saw the women holding a stack of paper that was taller than her, Her hand twitched dangerously.

"Bah, can't you people even wait until I settle in?" She glared at the women as she just rolled her eyes, her face unseen behind the stack. Tsunade was always saying that. Tama placed the large stack down in the middle of the desk with a huff a few files falling off the top.

"This is only the first stack, Hokage-Sama!" She placed her hands on her hips leaning over Tsunade who groaned up at her. "Please finish them before tomorrow this time." Tsunade buried her head into her arms, sinking into her desk.

"You're evil."

"Hokage-sama," Tama warned her as she glared, "Don't even think about-"

She was cut off by a loud knock outside the window. Both women turned towards the left and were surprised by the brown squirrel. It was clearly sweating and looked like it was going to pass out.

"Huh?" Tama stepped towards the window, peering at it in concern. "It looks sick." Tsunade noticed that it had something in its mouth.

"Let it in. It probably has a mission report." Tama nodded and quickly opened the window. It dragged itself in, crawling towards Tsunade's desk.

Thank god! Mr. Squirrel looked up at the women as if heaven itself was behind her. He had made it. Reaching for the note with interest, Tsunade took the note out of his mouth. Almost immediately the summon-nin squirrel cried out in relief and puffed out of existence. She turned the pale colored envelope in her hand, staring at it in confusion. She put all her interest in it, forgetting about the piles of unsigned paperwork on her desk. She was sure she didn't know anyone with a squirrel summon.

"Hokage-Sama." She looked up at Tama, "I'll come back in an hour to get them so, " Tama's glare intensified making Tsunade laugh uneasily at her. "Please do them."

"Yes ma'am." Tsunade said quickly, sweating slightly. Tama huffed loudly before turning around and leaving, slamming the door behind her. God, she was frightening. With a sigh of relief that she was gone, Tsunade put her attention back on the envelope.

"Well," She ripped it open, turning it in her hand, "Who the hell are you?"

The moon was behind the clouds, making it even darker than normal.

The four people stood silently as the Hokage took a long heavy chug from her keg. It was late and far past curfew for the civilians and some ninjas. Most of the village was already asleep.

"Hey Granny." Tsunade's right eye twitched.

" I got a job for you brat." She sounded tired, Her voice rough and she was slouched in her chair, she looked no way enthusiastic. Three other kegs of beer lay empty on her desk so there was no doubt she had been drinking all day. her desk was full of paperwork, so she probably didn't do much work today either. Naruto looked just as tired.

She slid the folder across the desk, the mission details open and clear to see. He glanced at the first line, catching the age of the client before his face grew dark.

Naruto frowned deeply, glaring back at Tsunade. His arms crossed over his chest and he huffed loudly. His face and orange jacket were covered in sand and dirt, his hair was greasy and out of place. He just got back. Literally, just a few hours ago and she wanted him to leave tonight? She was kidding, right?

Naruto resisted the urge to stomp his feet. He glared grumpily at Tsunade. He wasn't, No way, Nu-Uh.

"What the Hell Grandma! I'm not some snot nosed Genin, get one of them to do it!" He was not going to baby sit. No way in hell. Kakashi sighed next to him, for once not reading his orange book. They had just come back from retrieving Gaara from Akatsuki. It was a battle and Gaara had even died. If it wasn't for Chiyo the mission would had been a failure. Kakashi clinched his hands. Sakura had went directly home still slightly shaken, trusting Kakashi to give the mission report.

Kakashi took a quick glance at Naruto's back from where he stood. From what Kakashi had seen so far, Naruto wasn't alright either. He was passed off. He lost Gaara, even if it was for a moment, he still lost him.

Tsunade's left eye twitched, and in an instant she was on them.

"Shut the hell up, you brat!" Tsunade slammed her hand on the desk loudly, making the Anbu hidden next to her desk flinch slightly. "One more word and I swear I'll kick you into next week." she hissed dangerously.

Her sudden change of mood startled both men, making Naruto take a step back. The venom in her voice chilled the room and even Kakashi stood up straighter. She got up from her seat ominously, staring down the Genin. She was serious, which was a very rare and bad thing.

If she was serious, even an idiot like Naruto knew it was serious as well. Naruto tensed visibly, his face twisting into a scowl and he uncrossed his arms. He didn't like it, but didn't say anything either, locking eyes with her. The intensity of her eyes shocked the scowl right off his face. He stared blankly, unsure how to react. Emotions swirled behind them too quickly for him to understand all of them. She was trying to hide it, but Naruto had known her long enough to see it. He could clearly see the pain.

The room feel into silence as no one knew what to do next.

"Grandma," Naruto took a hesitant step forward, "What happen, Grandma?"

Tsunade closed her eyes slowly and took an unsteady breath. She didn't sit back down. Take the brat to be the one to notice. She sighed, picking up her keg, tilting it back she growled when only a few drops came out. Damn it. Setting it back down she looked back at the brat.

"A friend of mine is dead." There were no emotions in her voice.

"A very close friend." She spread her arms, running her hands across the desk, letting her fingertips run over the paperwork she avoided the entire day. She didn't look back up at Naruto. She couldn't look at him.

"He was like a brother to me." Tsunade's voice was soft and Naruto's eyes went wide as he reeled back in shock. A declaration of family meant a lot to Tsunade, seeing how tragic her past was. Kakashi didn't say a word or make a move, staring at her just as surprised. Tsunade bent her head as she let the emotions she had avoided the entire day finally take effect. The feeling she didn't want.

"He is dead." Tsunade look up catching Naruto in a hard stare again. He was in shock from the amount of emotions playing on his Hokage and Grandma's face. Sadness, pain, anger, loathing, fear.

"I need your help Naruto." Her eyebrows creased and her eyes glazed, "Please."

Naruto stared. kakashi sighed.

"please', she said.' I need you help' she said." Naruto rolled his eyes, speaking in a high nasally voice. "Your the only one I can believe in." He made a face.

"BAH!"

It wasn't until mid afternoon that he left his apartment the next day. He didn't sleep, instead taking the entire night and all morning reading over the mission files and backgrounds. He finally decided to leave his room after realizing he was pulling out too much hair. Naruto glared down at the road, kicking a rock.

The mission details were tucked under his arm in a folder as he headed toward the hospital slowly. Naruto stared down at the road with his face blank of any thought. However, all he could think about were the events of last night. They were still fresh in his mind. After Kakashi gave their last mission report, he had left. Leaving just him and Tsunade.

It had started off in an awkward silence. Then, to Naruto utter horror, Tsunade broke down crying onto her desk. Not knowing what to do, he just stood there rubbing her back until she was stopped. Naruto groaned and he remembered her blood shot eyes, her trembling lips, and her shaking hands. When she had asked him, pleaded for him to accept the mission he could only nod dumbly. It frightened him to see her like that. Naruto groaned as he went through the doors of the hospital entrance. What was a horrible night anyway, that went even worse. Naruto groaned again as he went through the entrance door.

At first he had wanted to embrace Tsunade, to fight off what ever had made his Grandma so distraught. But then, the further along she went into her story, the more he just wanted to beat the living crap out of her.

"Shit." Naruto hissed underneath his breath as he glared at the innocent looking folder underneath his arm. He was going to baby sit alright, seeing how he already agreed to the mission, but of all the places to go! He looked at the trash can to his left, contemplating how much trouble he would get into if he threw the Hokage into one.

Of all the things, he never thought his teacher and grandma were as stupid as he was when he was a kid. He always thought no one could beat him when it came to stupid stories and even worse pranks. That he was the king of all things that were bad ideas. Now, he just learned, back in Tsunade and Jiraiya's youth, Naruto had nothing on them.

He crumpled the envelope in his hand, glaring out at nothing. There are laws that came with sealing. Unspoken, but followed. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. There must be an action before an effect. Something can not be made from nothing.

Apparently, Tsunade and Jiraiya hated to be told they weren't allowed to do something.

They went against the very foundation that the gods had created. A mortal can not effect the time steam, dimensions, and existence. They cannot try to create something that doesn't exist in the realm, they cannot change things that have happened or haven't, and there cannot be one thing in one dimension, twice at the same time in two different places. Completely opposite Dimension will not and cannot effect each other. These are the laws that all sealer follow. They were not created by humans or demons, but by god. It wasn't so much as rules and punishment, as preventing the destruction of the very foundation of creation in whole.

Naruto bit his tongue and wondered how hard he should hit the pervert the next time they met.

The first time Jiraiya had told him them he had shrugged them off, only thinking them as religious beliefs and did not realize their full implications. It didn't have the effect it should have. It wasn't until further into his studies that he started to understand. He scowled slightly. He was maybe fourteen by then. A whole year for him to get it. He really was an idiot.

Sealing wasn't just something you did to store things, beat people up, and create super cool ninjutsus. There complexities were unlimited. That's when he started to get how dangerous they were. How much he was putting at risk just by messing up a symbol or accidentally forgetting one all together. When it finally hit him, he didn't pick a brush for three days, and didn't call any summons for two weeks. He wondered once why there were only a handful of sealers in the world. Why something so powerful was a dieing art. He understood now. He wasn't just putting himself in danger. He turned a corner slowly, dodging out of the way of two doctors.

Who would want to be the cause of the end? No, not the end of life -but of time, space, and existence itself.

Not him, hopefully.

None the less, sealing from one to eight, wasn't dangerous at all. Even the seal on his stomach wasn't as dangerous as the most complex of the arts. After all, a suicide Seal only takes the caster with it. However, what his master and Grandma did really scared the living shit out of him.

They literally took the rule book and threw it back at god. Hard.

They realized that, if a summon is summoned to where they are, isn't there a place it has to come from. And from there they got the brilliant idea to try to 'summon themselves backwards'. After a lot of trial and error, and apparently a few broken bones, they did something no one was suppose to do. He turned another corner before entering the elevator. He resisted biting the person next to him as seven more people stuffed themselves into the tiny box. He grunted as his face was smashed up against the wall by a rather fat woman.

They had created a backwards summon. They created a two way spiral between opposite dimensions. Something that should not exist.

Naruto growled and a nurse next to him jumped, quickly getting out of the elevator at her floor. Unintentionally, Grandma and the stupid pervert stumbled upon a loophole. The created a path to another opposite dimension. A stable, two way bridge kept together by the friction caused by the two dimensions rubbing against each other. Then just to ice the cake, they interacted with the people of the other dimension.

A different god damnable dimension. He licked his lips as he resisted the urge to crumble the details and throw them at the head of the person closest to the door. She wanted to send him through a 'backwards' summon. She literally wanted to send him to another plan of existence where he in no way should be. She wanted him to interact directly with the dimension, changing things that in no way he should. His very presence altering the laws that, not in any way, were supposed to be broken.

Naruto scowled as he pushed his way out of the elevator. He wouldn't be using one again. He turned the corner sharply, catching sight of pink in the window. he huffed as he waved, catching his teammates attention.

He spent three years under Jiraiya, one of the three leaf Sanins, learning many powerful jutsu's and everything he could about sealing. He wasn't as good as his master, but his skills were far above many other ninjas. He knew how dangerous this thing was. If there were any mistakes, he would be ripped apart and spread across two different worlds. He would die. And if they really messed up, he was certain he wouldn't be alone in death either.

He really, really, really, didn't want to be the cause of the fucking end.

They could rip the fabric of space. He didn't really understand the 'fabric' part, but the ripping didn't sound good at all. His eye twitched as he ran over the seals in his mind. He was, in only a few hours, going to piss on god and take him for a ride.

He groaned at the upcoming headache. Fan fucking-tastic. He didn't notice as Sakura stood in front of him.

"You're still a mess idiot!" Sakura looked at him up and down bringing him out of his musing, "Have you even gone home?" her hand were on her hips and she looked quit intimidating. Naruto laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

"But Sakura-Chan! I gotta go on another mission so I don't have time!" He gave her a large grin, "I'm leaving tonight so I wanted to see you first!" His whine made Sakura roll her eyes. He was always complaining. She then blinked, her mind finally processing what he said.

"Wait! What did you say!" Her yell made Naruto jump. A nurse harshly hushed them, glaring at them over her desk. Sakura apologized quickly before turning back to glare up at him. "What do you mean you leaving?" He gave her another grin.

"I mean I'm leaving Sakura-Chan! Grandma gave me a mission." His happy face faltered for a moment, " I gotta go Sakura-Chan."

"But we just got back." Now she sounded just as whiny. "That not fair. Oh, Master when I get a hold of her! What the big idea sending you away! You just got back!" Both hands were in fists as her inner self roared with injustice. When Sakura got a hold of her she was gonna-

"SHUSH!" The nurse glared at them, the flames of hell behind her head. Sakura eepped.

"S- Sorry, Aimi-san." Nurse Aimi huffed as she went back to writing. Naruto laughed nervously at the little woman.

"But," Sakura whispered harshly, "That's not fair!" He sighed, looking down at himself. He saw the caked dirt and blood on his jacket. He knew he looked like crap, just like he felt. He was tired.

He didn't know much about what was going to happen. He didn't know if all of the law or foundations actually applied to a loophole. He just really, really hoped he didn't fuck up anything.

"I know Sakura-Chan." His grin broke off, becoming a more tired, wary smile, "I gotta go though..."

He really really hoped not.

Sakura stared at him incredulously, not believing his look. She couldn't believe that her master would do this. She still didn't believe it when Naruto turned and walked away, waving slightly to her as he turned a corner out of sight. She didn't want to believe the feeling in her chest that she wouldn't see her teammate in a long, long time.

She wanted to call out to him. Make him come back. She wanted to tell him to refuse the mission.

His neighbor's dog got him up.

"Fuck." He turned over under his sheets, burning his head under his pillow.

It wasn't completely dark out when Naruto woke up. He decided to take a nap after packing, knowing he would need the energy. The sun was barley below the horizon now, coloring the sky orange. Naruto's apartment was dark, the only light illuminating it was from the outside. Naruto turned slowly to look out the window and grinned up at the sky. What a great color to start his mission with.

He slowly sat up and look around his room. His closet was empty of everything except the clothes that didn't fit him. He had put everything he could into his bag. He had tried to put enough supplies in his bag for a year. Most of his stuff was in storage scrolls, making it easier. He scowled deeply, He didn't know what to bring. There was no way to know what he was stepping into, seeing how it was a different world. He scrunched his face up at just the thought.

Naruto looked around his room in irritation, running his hands through his hair. Tsunade had told him to do everything possible to blend in, and not to bring any attention to himself. But, how was he supposed to do this if he knew nothing about anything. The culture, the location, the social environment. For all he knew, they could speak another language! And the clothes, he looked down at himself. What the hell were they wearing anyway? He was going in blind and crippled for all he knew. He clicked his tongue in agitation.

Naruto grabbed his bag with a frustrated huff and pulled out his sealing equipment, before staring at the mission details one last time. He had read them over three times already, analyzing the seal order until he was sure he knew them. He couldn't mess up. Not on this one.

He took one last look around his room wistfully. This would be the last time in awhile he would see it. He even cleaned it up- throwing away his garbage, cleaning out his fridge, cleaned his kitchen. For the first time in months his apartment was clean. He would miss it. His face changed into a determined glare and he stared down at the ink. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, biting deeply into it, drawing blood. He then carefully dipped it into the ink, letting the blood mix into it. He sighed as he stuffed the mission report back into his bag.

Slowly, Naruto got off the bed and moved to the middle of his living room. He sat down carefully so he didn't drop anything. He pulled out his brush from his pocket and put it down next to him by the ink. He closed his eyes and crossed his legs, forming his hands into a Ram seal.

He breathed in deeply, letting his chakra flow steadily. He cleared his head of thought, only thinking about the design and order of the seal. Only about the design, order, and seal. He couldn't mess up. This was too important. He tried not to think about the possible effects of messing up. Don't mess up. He understood the order, he could do this. He wouldn't mess up. He took another large breath. Naruto slowly opened his eyes, staring across the room at his dresser. His eyes held there.

On the desk, there was a picture of team seven.

Sakura.

Kakashi.

Sasuke.

He undid the Ram seal, his face changed back into a determine glare and he picked the brush up. With no hesitation he dipped it into the ink, and with a determined stroke, began to write the seals around him into separate spiral. There were thirty eight small seals in all, forming into a single larger spiral. The farther into in sealing he started to notice that, of course, he was in the center of the large spiral.

It didn't take long for Naruto to worry about the differences between this art and the one he usually practiced with Jiraiya. The seals were slightly curved incorrectly, causing them all to tilt toward the center. The closer he got to the center, the more turned they were, until he was practically writing them upside down. Jiraiya had taught him to never write seals incorrectly.

"The Hell is this?" He knew what he was writing, he memorized the exact positions. But, he didn't understand them at all. He didn't really want to if he was honest.

As he drew the last seal in the thirty sixths small spiral, pain shot up his arm harshly. His pupils dilated, and he had to grab his arm to stop it from pulling back.

The sudden pain was intense. Naruto drew in a harsh gasp, biting his tongue to stop his yell. He remembered that Tsunade had told him about this. The seals were attacking their creator. Tsunade had told him specifically that they would try to make him stop. He bit his tongue to keep from yelling. Holy Hell, this hurt. He remembered being told about this, but still! He would have never thought it would be this intense. He groaned out as blister sprung out across his arm he was writing with. His jacket burned around his arm and blood slowly leaked from his blisters. It was like he was being cooked.

Naruto pulled back his arm with a hiss. The sound and smell of sizzling flesh filled the room as he bit back a long list of profanities. He grabbed hold of his brush with the other hand, thanking Jiyara silently in his head for teaching how to seal with both hands.

The seal flashed blue underneath him and shuddered, shifting and twisting like it was alive. The more seals, Naruto noticed, the more alive it seemed. He shivered from the pain and sweat drenched his face. God, what was he doing?

The seal was twisting, bending and morphing like nothing he had ever seen before. Color mixed underneath him and the ink and blood became an impossible swirl of blue and yellow. He noticed, with extreme relief that he was almost done. Just a few more, just a few. He pushed forward, his hand turning black.

It was then that he finally noticed the another sound. It was eerie, pulling at Naruto and reminding his softly that what he was doing was highly disapproved. A cold chill travel down his spine as his eyes darted around the room quickly.

He heard screaming. Hundreds of them, around him, echoing throughout his head. Telling him to stop. Yelling at him. Cursing at him, grabbing at him. Males, females. They wanted him, they knew what he was doing, they wanted him to stop. Now.

He shut his eyes tight as he felt them right behind him, in front of him. Above him. He wouldn't stop. He bit his lip as he continued to write, not daring to open his eyes.

He could look a demon in the eyes without fear or hesitation. But he knew without a doubt that whatever was around him, in every way, was nothing he wanted to see.

He brushed another, two more to go. His face was covered in sweat as the arm he was using was almost completely black. He wasn't going to give up. He was a Ninja Damn it! He pressed the brush down hard. A long, twisted hiss echoed through his head and broke through his apartment.

He took the final stroke. Pain rushed through to his head, clashing and banging his skull ruthlessly.

And then he felt himself being ripped.

Ok, so Not so much a Crossover yet, but I'm getting there? Eh, Why is that a question?

Anyway you review, I will update.

Oh, and if you do review, can you give me some help, I suck at spelling and grammar. Please!