Eleven
"Tsk. You look like shit dobe." came a drawling vindictive voice from Naruto's left. Sky eyes snapped over towards the dark haired Uchiha.
Naruto could feel his anger bubbling up. Unfortunately, -or in most other people's case fortunately- Naruto didn't have it in him to start yelling with Sasuke. Yelling would lead to swings, and swings to an out and out match. Naruto didn't have the energy, nor the time.
"...whatever." Naruto growled, then plodded onwards. His mind drifting into a mental task list. Something like his "how to get to being Hokage and getting everyone's acknowledgment" list. Short, and to the main points.
First, he had to haul himself into the ANBU headquarters. Hand his mission over to Ibiki and give a quick oral report.
Second, he had to go to the homes of Tochigo, Himoko, and Sumoko. Tell their families that their son/daughter was now dead.
Third, he had to go back to the hospital. He'd left the nurses finally get a look at his right side and arm -hopefully they could at least set the arm- and tell him if he had to go to Hitano's home and tell his mother that she just lost her only child.
Forth, -assuming either confirmation of death and or stable condition of Hitano- he would return to his apartment. He'd then instead of just going to bed, take the two hours required to wash and sharpen all of his ANBU gear.
Fifth, he'd go to sleep. Only after having spent another two hours paranoia setting complicated traps and alarms about his apartment. Even then, he'd only sleep lightly, awakening with every skittering sound of rats in the garbage dump under his window three floors down.
Sixth, he wake up and -if he was still alive- visit Hitano before reporting in with the Hokage. Telling her what happened on his mission and who Konoha could now label as a traitor and former spy of Water country.
Seventh, he would inform Ibiki that he and Hitano -if alive- would be out of commission for at least two weeks, and would require new teammates or teams if need be. As well as questioning when the funerals of his other teammates would be held, and when their names would be carved into the stone.
Eighth, he would buy liquor.
Ninth, he would get hammered. At least he would try his god damned best to... stupid fox.
Tenth, he would appear at the memorial stone the night after the names were carved. He would have collected himself enough to be seen in public by then.
Eleventh... ...he'd worry about that after he was done hating himself.
He didn't plan on ever getting to Eleven.
Drace: Hey. just a quickie. I was playing with thoughts... still trying to get a story developed in my head... more serious then my others... and hopefully BETTER than my cruddy other ones. This little drbble is kinda along the idea of what i'm looking for. A sort of Adult Naruto in the ANBU. Kinda explore what's gonna happen after the teams go their own ways and Naruto isn't "hero shinobi" and "let's just be friends". Dunno... but still playing with the ideas. nothing more. I might write more short thingies like this so don't be surprised.
Feed back on what you liked/didn't like about this is GOOD! that way i can get a feel for how i should try and write this. And PLEASE tell me if I've spelt the names wrong. I always have a fit trying to remember how to spell the bloody names. Any help is good help! thanksfor reading!