The ninth Doctor pulled away, staring at Rose.
I've absorbed all the time energy from her . . . so why is her eyes still glowing. A twinge of doubt poked at him. What if I did something wrong?
A golden drop fell from her eyes, reflecting the bright light still emerging from her eyes. A soft gasp was emitted from her mouth, like a gentle breeze on a far-away planet. Her yellow, blonde hair was tangled and wind-blown from the events that had transcended the past few hours. There was something in her eyes. . . .
Beyond the blinding glow of the time energy she'd absorbed from the TARDIS, there was an indistinguishable look of regret in her eyes. Why would she be sad.
"Doctor. . . ." She whispered.
The Doctor grasped her shoulders, eyes scanning her face worriedly. "Rose, Rose, Rose! Clever Rose, you've never let me down. . . ." His voice trailed off.
"Don't let me down now." His voice cracked at the end.
She smiled sadly, "Doctor. I'm sorry. I'll always be with you."
Before he could say anything more, light flooded his vision—and its origin was Rose. Her smiling face was the last thing he saw, as his visions faded from white to black. A soft breath escaped his lips as the light overwhelmed his timelord mind.
Rose. . . .
He cracked his eyes open.
His mouth was dry, and his tongue felt like a damp piece of sandpaper stuck in his mouth. He coughed slightly, and looked around.
Something was . . . wrong. Besides the fact he felt like he was breathing in dust and chemicals, he looked around. The floor of the TARDIS felt unusually cold to his fingers, and he stood up, trying to figure out what felt like it was missing.
Running his hands through his hair in confusion, he looked at a mirror, hoping it held more answers than what he was thinking of currently. The first surprise. He walked up to the mirror, taking large strides. It couldn't be. Not already?
He looked down at his hands, and could believe he hadn't noticed before. A new face stared at himself in the mirror. He frowned slightly, taking in his fingers a lock of brown hair. It was a shade lighter than his previous regeneration's, but still. The one hair color I want, I still haven't gotten. He grumbled silently, not ginger. . . .
Getting over his disappointment, the Doctor looked around again. The thing that had felt off hadn't been the regeneration. That was almost expected as he'd absorbed the time energy, but still. Searching through the fuzziness of his mind, he finally remembered.
Golden. Light. Smile. Cry.
Rose.
Running throughout the TARDIS he yelled out, "Er . . . do you see where Rose is?" The TARDIS creaked slightly. "Negative. . . ." The Doctor muttered, "Well, thanks for the help." The TARDIS groaned. "Yes, I know she smashed through one of your control panels—are you honestly going to hold a grudge for that?" He ran around the console tapping his fingers into various buttons. The TARDIS didn't reply. He sighed.
"Where is she?" He whispered mostly to himself.
Rose.
One of his best companions he thought.
"Doctor" Her soft voice spoke to him softly.
"Rose?" He looked around cautiously.
Before he could listen harder for traces of his blonde companion, the TARDIS jerked suddenly and the rusty noise of the transported started up. "Whoa! Girl, what's wrong?" The TARDIS shouldn't have been teleporting, not when he hadn't inserted any coordinates or given the 'okay'. Something was definitely off. Ever since his regeneration. . . . With that thought on hand, he felt weariness drag at him. All he really wanted to do was get a really comfortable couch and crash for a few days.
Giggling laughter echoed through his mind, blending with the TARDIS's wheezing noise as it made to travel through the time vortex.
Hesitant, but certain, he knew he'd heard Rose. Did he dare to hope? Did he dare to dream that she was still alive? Somewhere? But alive nonetheless?
"Rose?!" He called out again, not caring if anyone listening thought he was losing a few screws. After all, he'd already proved that quite a long time ago.
"Doctor—I'm here!" Her eager voice called to him. It seemed as if her voice was coming from himself. The Doctor's two hearts beat fanatically.
Her voice seemed to be carried on the wind, from a far away memory. I'll always be with you. "You promised you'd always be with me. But where are you?"
A warmth flared in his chest, nearly catching him in shock. He checked his shirt to make sure it wasn't catching fire (it'd happened once, he didn't intend to relive the experience). "I'm here Doctor. I'm in you. I'll always be with you."
"What do you mean? I don't understand—" Before the Doctor could continue, a golden light started to mist off of his skin. Regeneration? He looked in wonder at his hands. But I just regenerated? What is this?
The mist spread all over his body, until he was surrounded completely by a golden . . . something. But the oddest thing was, the whole thing seemed to radiate something that reminded him of Rose. He looked at his hands, watching as the golden light thicken around his skin. It seemed to almost energize him. The usual fogginess that clouded his mind after regeneration was lifted and he had a guess the golden layer surrounding him was responsible.
A long strand of golden color started coming out of the layer surrounding him. The Doctor looked at it in surprised. He touched it, but it bobbed out of the way. It spread out until it stopped. No matter what he did, he couldn't touch it, and it seemed to go through the walls of the TARDIS. Well this is great. How am I supposed to walk around looking like this? He glared at the glowing strand.
Before he could start complaining out loud, another strand started coming out again. It repeated eight more times until there were ten of the glowing strands which for some reason reminded the Doctor of tails. The glowing mass that surrounded his head started growing, and as he looked in the mirror he saw it looked almost like. . . .
His eyes widened and took a step back. It looks like a Wolf!
Are you scared of the Bad Wolf, Doctor?
The dream memory echoed through his mind. What's going on? Before he could start questioning it, a loud knock on the door disturbed his thought.
"Open up!" A gruff voice called on the door.
"Kakashi-sensei! Why couldn't I say it?" A whining voice shrieked on the other side of the door. The Doctor raised his eyes, deeply confused.
"Be quiet Naruto! Cha!" Another voice yelled, a young girl by the sound of it.
"Both of you shut up, idiots," A colder voice growled.
Whoever is was, the Doctor was very interested, and slightly disturbed.
Kakashi listened on to the door, eyes in the usual bored stare, but the edges were slightly hardened with concentration. No doubt about it, there's defiantly tailed-beast chakra behind there. He fingered the paper in his weapon holster. Jiraiya had given him a chakra-suppressor seal, but if the chakra behind the blue-painted door was stronger than the nine-tails, the seal would be rendered useless.
Team seven had been out training, when a blue square had arrived out of no where, making a large racket—grunting and groaning, the light on top of the box flashing wildly.
Kakashi studied the box. Bijuu (tailed beast) chakra tended to affect things in odd ways, that would explain the box. . . . Whatever it was. . . .
The door cracked open slightly, and Naruto started forward promptly.
Before Kakashi could stop him, Sasuke grabbed his arm. Naruto glared at him, "Get off me!"
"No. Kakashi-sensei said don't anyways." He said in a bored tone. Sasuke, you're too much like me. Don't let it lead you down dark paths. Kakashi had seen how seeing his brother had affected him. Kakashi would've been able to say Sasuke was heading off the path of revenge, had his not been reignited by being beaten by his brother, Itachi.
Kakashi couldn't help but think of the other survivor of the Uchiha massacre. He sighed, it just goes to show how little I really knew about Itachi.
The door opened a little more, and Kakashi quickly grabbed kunai in his hands, and motioned for his genin squad to do the same.
The Doctor grumbled, and opened the door.
He was immediately stunned into shock at the short, black knives they were holding. Wherever the TARDIS sent me, she obviously forgot to tell me that the inhabitants don't like visitors. He grumbled.
He held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender. "Er, I . . . come in peace?"
"Come on Doctor, you can do better than that!" Rose's cheerful voice echoed in his mind.
"Rose, tell me exactly how your in my mind?" He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed that the four foreigners . . . he laughed to himself, well I must be the foreigner here . . . the four people were staring at him oddly. The Doctor gave a glance to his hand and spoke out loud, "I don't suppose you folks know what this sparkling layer around me is?" If even possible, the Doctor was starting to think his first impression of himself to them was getting even worse.
How does he have a chakra bijuu cloak yet he doesn't even know what it is? Kakashi stared at the man incredulously. Clearing his throat, he said stiffly, "I suppose you better come with us."
"Er, okay!" The man smiled, but it was a thin layer covering his utter confusion.
"My name is Hatake Kakashi." Kakashi gestured at his genin squad to do the same.
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto!" Naruto stepped in eagerly, looking at the man in interest. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. . . . Dang. Kakashi counted, know how to use it or not, a jinchuriki of the nine-tails isn't good news. He felt like groaning, the Hokage will be so pleased. He thought out Tsunade and shuddered slightly.
"Haruno Sakura!" Sakura bowed polietly.
Sasuke strolled up and kept step with Kakashi, promptly ignoring the man, "Uchiha Sasuke." He threw over his shoulder, keeping his arrogant smirk on his face. What am I going to do with you, Sasuke? Why exactly did I sign up to get a genin team? Kakashi asked himself, meanwhile the foreigner man walked behind the group, though Kakashi could sense embarrassment waffling off of him.
"What?" Tsunade stood up, pounding her desk. "A ten tails?"
"Ah, yes—" Kakashi started, but she continued, voice betraying her anxiousness.
"Explain what animal it appears to be?"
"Ma, a wolf. His chakra cloak is a golden color, but he doesn't seem to know how to control the chakra."
"Hm. Get him down to the I&T station and get Inoichi in," Tsunade groaned, rubbing her temples. "Honestly, why did I agree to be Hokage?" She grumbled. "Too stressful. . . ."
Kakashi bowed, and exited the room, making to head down to the I&T, but his genin team was waiting for him.
"What's going on?" Naruto demanded.
"What will happen to that man?" Sakura asked.
The only sign Sasuke was interested was less venomous-than-usual glare into the distance.
Kakashi shrugged, "It'll be sorted out soon."
"Why are you going to the I&T then?" Naruto bugged him.
He sighed, "Tsunade's orders."
"Obaa-chan's?" Naruto clarified.
"Sure." Ignoring the rest of Naruto's chatter Kakashi effectively lost him in the streets. Honestly that kid hangs onto me like a burr. Good thing I lost him though, I doubt Tsunade would appreciate him spying Inoichi doing his mind technique.
Kakashi walked through the I&T's clean glass doors and walked towards the office that belonged to Yamanaka Inoichi, who was his clan's leader, as well as one of the best shinobi in his clan to be able to use the clan mind-reading abilities.
He knocked on the door, and a rugged-faced man answered the door. His dirty blonde hair was swept up in a high ponytail and his dark blue eyes were friendly. "Ah, hello Kakashi. What are you here for?"
Kakashi sighed, "Tsunade wants you do inspect a man's mind. We found him recently, in a . . . blue box. . . . We need to find what his intentions are, and if he's a threat to Konoha. Oh, and also he's the jinchuriki of the ten-tailed wolf."
Kakashi left fairly soon after that.
The Doctor wasn't exactly sure how welcome he was.
Sure he got a nice room in the . . . Hokage mansion? And he certainly wasn't being chained up to be scarified to some god—another experience he didn't want to have again. He shook his head blearily.
"Alright, Doctor, I suggest you get a good sleep." Rose's voice whispered to him
"Okay. . . ." As soon as he closed his eyes, darkness slammed down onto him, but he just managed to think, she still didn't tell me where she is.
In his dream he was a in a large dark cavern, that had water dripping down from the walls and the roof—though he couldn't see the roof at all from where he was. The Doctor felt a prick of annoyance as he realized his shoes were wet.
A glow from the corner of his eye made him turn, and he saw her. Rose. She looked like what she had before she'd disappeared, with golden hair, but her eyes were the normal warm brown. Her smile wasn't the same color, but was just as radiant.
"Rose!" He ran forward, and felt relief when he hugged her, she was solid. "I missed you."
She laughed, "Doctor. . . . Why'd you miss me? I've been here all along."
The water seemed to burst into flames and rose as steam as the Doctor realized the odd layer of golden light was back, evaporating the water as it came in contact. "What is this? Rose?—"
Alarm rang in his voice as she stepped back, away from him, pain flickering over her face.
"I-I'm fine Doctor!" She called, but before she could finish her sentence, the glow reentered her eyes and the layer of glowing energy started to cover her, but instead of being transparent as it was for the Doctor, it was solid, growing and becoming part of her. It grew until he wasn't looking at sweet Rose, the girl whom he'd befriended over their many travels, but in her place was a glowing wolf that had eyes like solid 24-karat gold.
The wolf sneered in her place, and the Doctor took a step back. "W-who are you? What have you done to Rose?"
"I'm the true bijuu!" He snarled.
"Bijuu?" The Doctor asked.
"Tailed beast? Chakra monster? All powerful being?!" The wolf looked increasingly annoyed with the more and more clueless expressions the Doctor was emitting with each name. He sat down on the wet floor. "At least tell me you know what chakra is."
"Chakra?"
"Knew it." He grumbled under his breath. "Okay, to make sure you don't kill us both from over-exerting yourself. Chakra is basically the life energy that powers everything. Shinobi, the people we met earlier, are humans who have learned how to manipulate and use their chakra to do many things. Like so—"
The wolf stood up and made different motions with his hands. "Okay, I'll teach you a basic attack move called—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Attack?" The Doctor asked. "In case if you haven't noticed, I'm sort of against violence, which is why. . . ." He flipped out his sonic screwdriver, and it was the wolf's turn to be utterly confused. "I got this bad boy!"
"What. The. Heck. Is. That?" The wolf growled, unable to keep confusion out of his voice. "You use that pitiful weapon in battle and you're dead."
The Doctor, suffered from a damaged pride and stared the wolf down. "Oi! I have you know I've seen many things in my lives. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe, and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a mad man. And I have watched universes freeze and creations burn. I have seen things you wouldn't believe. I have lost things you will never understand. Knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that would make your brain burn."
Once the words left his mouth, the Doctor felt himself being shaken. He was being woken.
As the Doctor left the cavern, the wolf couldn't help but stare at where he'd been. Maybe this one will be different. . . .
A man with a white mask on, with eye holes poked through stood over him as he woke. The Doctor groaned, " Can't you let me sleep?" He groaned.
The man said in a blank voice, "I have orders to transport you to the I&T department headquarters where you will be put under interrogation."
The Doctor felt slightly annoyed, "Why? What did I do?"
Without replying, the man grabbed the Doctor's arm, and with surprising strength for his size, he started dragging him. This's going to be a long day. . . . He grumbled, staring pointedly at the white masked man. He was clothed in black, except for the silvery, gray metal that was shaped into a chest plate. A short blade was attached to the back of his armor. So many weapons! These guys have an obsession or something!
Another man with a ponytail (it'd taken the Doctor a second to realize that it was indeed a man and not a woman) walked up to him. "My name is Yamanaka Inoichi, I will be your interrogator."
"Lovely," The Doctor said crisply. "So what are we doing?" He looked around the room, noticing there was a large section of the room's floor that was covered with black characters, which spread out in a circular pattern, circling around a section that was free of any ink.
"Shoes off." The man called 'Inoichi' ordered.
"Okay." Hesitantly, he left his beloved shoes in the corner of the room and sat down in the center of the floor.
"Relax your mind. I will need you to cooperate with me." He said gruffly, making the same hand motions the wolf had started to shown the Doctor before in his dream. What was it he said? Oh right, apparently he was molding his chakra or something like that. Before the Doctor could realize what he was doing, Inoichi rested his palm on his forehead, and the conscious world faded away.
"Okay, we're in your mind right now." He said.
The Doctor peered around, looking for Rose. . . . Or was it the wolf? Or was it both? The Doctor frowned, after a few hundred years of traveling the universes, it did get irritating when you didn't understand things.
"Just relax your mind, and lower your barriers. I won't be able to access your mind if you're so uptight," Inoichi grumbled.
"Where are we right now?"
"This, if you will, is the front doorstep of your mind. We've barely entered." Inoichi said gruffly, though it seemed he was pleased that he knew something that the Doctor didn't.
The Doctor closed his eyes, and attempted to relax his mind, but he could help but worry about where Rose was.
Finally, Inoichi walked forward and a old, wooden door appeared in front of the two. He pushed it open and they walked in.
They entered at larger room. There was simple information floating around, all of them attached to different scrolls that seemed to just be hanging off the walls. Inoichi placed his palms on one, and closed his eyes in concentration as he scanned through the scrolls. As he unraveled the scroll, more information became clear to him.
"How are you doing this?" The Doctor asked, peering around his mind in wonder. In all his travels, he hand't experienced a race that could do this.
Inoichi's blue eyes cracked open. "My clan, the Yamanaka's, have a special ability to manipulate our chakra into our hands, then we can then guide it into other people's bodies—which is why I put my hand to your forehead," He explained. "Once I'm inside, my chakra organizes information," he gestured to the scrolls lining the walls, "And then I can assess them. But most people don't have so many scrolls. Most have only one or two in the first few rooms, but you have . . . twenty six."
The Doctor looked around and saw he was right. "And this is all very basic information?"
He nodded, "Most of this consists of small information, like where your home is, what your favorite color is, and other things like that."
"What's my favorite color then?" The Doctor challenged.
Inoichi glanced at him with boredom, "Green."
"Favorite food?!"
"Banana."
"Least favorite food?"
"Apples."
"How do you know this?!" The Doctor looked in wonder.
"I already told you," He said, opening up the next set of doors. "My chakra is running out unusually fast. Can you open up all your mind. We need to get to the central-most room."
"Why, what's that?"
"It has your life's memories."
The Doctor almost felt like laughing. "How many will you go through?"
"As many as possible."
"You realize how many memories I have right?" The Doctor was a little hesitant to tell the man, but he couldn't exactly stand to give the man a heart attack about how many scroll there would be, without warning him at least.
Inoichi shrugged, "Humans get millions of memories in an average lifespan."
"I'm about 903 years old."
Inoichi hid his surprise well, but his darkening face revealed the extent of his enthusiasm. "Well then, Doctor, we best be hurrying."
"How did you get my name—?" Well, it wasn't exactly his name, more of a title if you will. He was still getting used to this whole 'mind-reading' and 'chakra' thing. Who would've guessed this was possible? I wonder if any other humans have unlocked this ability. The Doctor would've completely submersed himself with remembering all the other planets and universes he'd traveled to had not Inoichi quite loudly replied to his question.
"Remember? The scrolls?"
"Ah, yes." The Doctor sheepishly ran fingers through his hair. This is really weird. . . .
"Have faith Doctor," Rose's voice whispered once more. His eyes widened, and he hoped that Inoichi hadn't noticed his sudden jumpiness. "Stay strong Doctor. I will always be with you."
Inoichi rubbed his temples, his head just hurt thinking about how many scrolls the Doctor had had. He hadn't been lying. Rows upon rows—of just scrolls. How the heck did one get so many memories?!
"Ah . . . Inoichi?" The head of the Intelligence section snapped his head up at Tsunade's voice. She looked at him anxiously, "What did happen?"
"T-that man. . . ." Inoichi's voice trailed off. "No. . . ." He shook his head. "He's not a man."
"What?" Tsunade leaned forward, blonde eyebrows bent together in frustration.
"He's a . . . timelord. Or at least, that's what his memories told me."
"Explain."
"Well, see, he can live for an extremely long time, he's apparently around 903 years old. But that's not the only thing." Inoichi paused, thinking back to the main room of the Doctor's mind.
A golden mirage had appeared—it was of a young girl, and she was wearing a jacket, and seemed to have no weapons on her.
She smiled and the Doctor ran forward, "Rose!?"
Inoichi stuck out his arm, holding the Doctor back. "Sir, I recommend you do not come in contact. Whoever you knew before . . . this isn't her. This is a demon—a chakra monster."
"Ah . . . he told me about that," The Doctor said, a look of concentration appeared on his face. "All that stuff about chakra-whatnot right?"
"Who's he?" Inoichi peered to the side at the other man.
"Well, it—the wolf." Wolf?
She doesn't look like a wolf, but she radiates the chakra of a bijuu, Inoichi studied the girl. Her eyes were a light brown, but held no trace of the malicious chakra bijuu usually radiated, especially while in their jinchuriki's mind. "Where is the bijuu, Doctor?"
The girl raised her hand, "Hullo, my name's Rose Tyler! Call me Rose, if you want. I'm the bijuu—or whatever you called me, I suppose. And no, I'm not a wolf. . . ." She looked confused, as if she didn't even know the answer to the said question herself. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not a wolf." She spun around, "Don't look like a wolf, neh?"
Inoichi frowned, true she doesn't look like a wolf, but there are several witnesses that said that the Doctor's bijuu chakra cloak resembled a wolf. So there should be a wolf-entity somewhere around here, since we're in the center of his mind. She's the only other thing here, but if she's not the bijuu . . . what is she then?
Pushing his arm aside, the Doctor walked up to 'Rose' and promptly hugged her. "Rose! I missed you—you gave me a scare back there . . . on Satellite 5. That was great how you got rid of the daleks, but you didn't have to risk your life like that! The time energy isn't meant for humans, or any species really. It would've killed you!" He rambled, Inoichi getting more and more confused as he spoke. Daleks? Satellite 5? Time energy? What?!
Rose smiled, "Doctor, it seemed like it was the only way."
"I sent you back in the TARDIS for a reason," Before she could speak, the Doctor continued. "Also, she, the TARDIS, doesn't appreciate you smashing through her console."
She laughed, "Sorry about that. Mickey's truck is good, right?"
Inoichi was absolutely lost.
"Well Doctor, you took your time finding me!" She skipped around, ripples splashing out from where she stepped. Wait. . . . Water? Inoichi took at step back, and found his boot getting soaked. Oh no. . . . From all the jinchuriki he'd met and gotten the honor of looking through their minds, in all of their minds, for some reason, the bijuu itself seemed to reveal itself when there was water. Which means. . . . He looked around, come on wolf . . . come out and play. . . .
A shadow slammed into his chest and he was knocked down into the water. He coughed, air bubbles floating up in the murky water. The shadow had glowing yellow eyes, and its pointed fangs were bared in a smile. "You wanted me to come out and play—Inoichi?"
"What?!" Inoichi gasped, the wolf shadow clawing him up to the surface. He saw it pad over to Rose's form and he noticed small golden particles were floating off her skin, but the Doctor hadn't seemed to notice—or he didn't care.
The Doctor gave a shout when he saw Rose clasp her head in sudden pain. "Doctor! S-stay away!" With agility almost shinobi-like, she leaped backwards, but the wolf followed her, the glow of its eyes brightening in anticipation. Inoichi watched in awe as the wolf's claws left a dark honey-golden scratch-lines in their wake. Rose screamed as bubbly gold froth started covering her until finally.
"Did you miss me Doctor?" The wolf snarled, gone was Rose.
The Doctor comically stumbled back and pointed at it triumphantly to Inoichi. "Told you! A wolf!"
"I'm not 'a wolf'." The wolf grumbled. "I'm called Bad Wolf."
Inoichi stifled a laugh, "Bad Wolf? That seems just the same as a wolf."
Bad Wolf growled under his breath.
"Anyways—what do you want?" The Doctor's voice hardened. "What did you do to Rose? She was in pain! I could tell! Tell me! What were you doing to her?" His voice got faster and angrier the more he spoke, his eyes darkening. "Tell me wolf—or you'll wish you never crossed paths with me."
"How am I supposed to know? I've been sealed inside that petty girl for centuries," The wolf growled, golden chakra sparking and fizzing off of his pelt.
"Then why was she in pain?"
"How am I supposed to know? Our conscious minds are constantly fighting for control," The wolf grumbled. "Honestly, I thought that day it would be my lucky break and I'd end up free—but instead I wind up stuck in you."
"Excuse me?" The Doctor said indigently.
"Wait," Inoichi finally broke in. "You said you thought. What happened that day? What was that day?" He asked the wolf, who's scowl was growing by the minute.
"On that satellite. I convinced my jinchuriki to open up the TARDIS console—her in taking the time energy would've weakened her chakra so much, I would've been able to easily break out of the stupid seal."
The Doctor rushed forward, nearly strangling the wolf with his fist. He clutched at the wolf's scruff, shaking the bijuu. "What! It's your fault that Rose . . . !" He sat down, rage melting from his expression. "Rose. . . ."
The wolf managed an awkward look, and smoothed out his ruffled chest fur.
"Well, it didn't work anyways."
Inoichi nodded unsurly, but stumbled as he began to walk. A loud grumble echoed throughout the chamber and Inoichi realized it was coming from him. Closing his eyes he felt hunger claw at him. How long have we been here? He wondered. My chakra is fairly low, I should cut the connection, but first. . . .
"Why are you in the Doctor right now? Did you have an sealer with you?" Thankfully, the wolf understand what he meant.
He shook his shaggy head, "I dunno, all I remember is gagging as my jinchuriki was kissing that guy," he pointed at the Doctor roughly, "And then I felt my essence being transferred into the Doctor. Don't know why my jinchuriki did that—she knew that she would've survived the time energy with my chakra supporting her human chakra." He looked slightly proud at that. "Anyways, my jinchuriki was an odd person—I don't know what you saw in her." He nodded at the Doctor.
"Well, we have to cut the connection loose Doctor, my chakra is running low." Inoichi notified the Doctor, who nodded stiffly. Inoichi couldn't tell what thoughts were racing around in the man's head, but he had a feeling he didn't exactly want to know what it was.
"So, you're trying to tell me that somehow that wolf was sealed into the 'Doctor' and he became a jinchuriki because of it? Because he was . . . kissed?" Tsunade grumbled. She leaned back in her chair, processing the information. "Hm. Very well. It appears that the man isn't a threat, but make sure ANBU guards are on him until he has clearance. Seeing how inexperienced he is, we don't need the bijuu running loose in Konoha."
"Yes, Hokage." Inoichi bowed, and made to leave, but before he could, she paused.
"Inoichi. That man—whoever he is, he will make a difference in Konoha's future. I can see it." She said, staring out the window. "Dismissed."
"Hai."
Outside the window, Kabuto Yakushi smiled and pushed up his glasses. Orochimaru-sama will be pleased.
Okay, so I've decided that this will be a chapter story, though I don't intend to make it too long.
I hope you guys enjoyed!