June 29th 9:05 A.M. Fifth Hokage's office
"Order, order! Bets will now be
taken. Please, Order!"
A flustered attendant yelled, trying
to get the attention of the
talkative shinobi in the room.
"Order!" She shrieked, but to no avail.
"Quiet!"
Another woman yelled with a commanding voice. Much
more stern and
demanding.
"Thank you." The attendant said
exasperatedly. "Now, bets will
be taken. Line up in front of
the desk and have your money ready, ten thousand yen. Don't keep us
waiting." A mile long line was formed in
front of the desk
An orange, clad, hyper-active shinobi stood in awe of
how
many people came to bet on this particular subject. Ever since
he
came back, there had been a stir of this sort, but it had gone
further than he imagined. And longer too. To think, these people
were probably placing large sums of money on something that won't
happen for a while knowing him.
Just as he was about to
step into the line, a figure
grabbed him, swept him out of the
room and into another. He fell
into a seat and lost track of the
figure until it spoke.
"Naruto," it began, "I've
trained you and taught you
almost everything you know." He
said from a chair that had its
back facing Naruto. "You're
like a son to me." The chair began to
turn. "I have a
favor to ask of you." In the chair sat a man that was
now
fully facing Naruto and was none other than...
"Ero-sennin?!
You're betting on this too?!" Naruto
asked astonished by his
old sensei's actions. He almost sweat
dropped. Although, it was
just like the old pervert for doing
things like this.
"Yes, I am. Everyone is. Why even the Third placed a
bet
with Orochimaru before he died." Jiraiya said. "You just
happen to be out of the loop Naruto because you're so bad at
keeping secrets."
"I am not!"
A furious Naruto leapt at Jiraiya. The
only secrets he couldn't
keep were...
He thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. All of them.
"Now, now. I need something from
you. I need you to
make sure it happens on this date." He
handed Naruto a sheet of
paper with a date in small script on
it.
"Yeah, well, what's in it for me?" Naruto asked.
"It
won't be easy you know, knowing him."
"Nothing much," Jiraiya smiled, "just enough ramen for a lifetime and a down payment of a suitcase of money." Naruto's yes lit up and he began to daydream about the ramen and the money.
"Dattebayo." He whispered. As drool dripped
to the floor.
He thought of the heavenly taste, and how he could
take Sakura-no
Hinata out everyday. They'd be well fed.
"I'll
take that as a yes." Jiraiya said as he shoved
the suitcase
into Naruto's waiting hands. "I'm sure you'll get
proof of
this and make sure it happens. See ya!" He left Naruto to
his
daydream.
He walked into the office he had been so rudely
abducted from and stood in line. "No harm in a little betting,
now
is there?" He asked himself out loud. He finally reached
the desk of the bet master, er, mistress.
"Name and
Date." She said. But, what she really meant
was, "Great,
who told you about this?"
"'kay, just a
sec." He said and stuck his finger on
the side of the sheet
placed on the desk. He ran it up and down
the paper before
landing on July 16th. "I pick that one!" He said
proudly.
"And what about the money?" Tsunade
asked. "How does he
expect to pay," She almost said
aloud.
"Right here!" He beamed, holding out the
suitcase he
had just acquired from Jiraiya. "Great,"
Tsunade pondered, "It would
be ironic if he won"
"Alright,
Shizune, Uzamaki Naruto is down for
July 16th." She said to
her flustered attendant. Poor Shizune was
buried under a mountain
of papers with names, dates, and bets. "And
Naruto,"
she gave him a stern look, "if they find out about this, you
can kiss you life good-bye." Naruto gulped at her
comment.
He was never really good at keeping secrets