Wassup everybody! King of Swag has just created a new fanfiction story; a Naruto story with OC characters in their own adventures (Added 'special' personalities to OCs)! Sure, a lot of you are thinking 'Is Naruto and the rest of the Konoha 12 gonna be in it?' and I have to say: YES THEY ARE! Anko Mitarashi is gonna be the leader of the OC team and there will be relationships with people from Rookie 12 (And/or others characters)! Plus, my team will meet up with Naruto's a few times during this fic!

But before I continue, I have to announce that this story might be a bit vulgar to most readers. And it isn't ALL of my doing. While I may be typing the plotline and created MY OC, two other accounts had helped me out as well by adding in some of their ideas. Both accounts have created their OCs just like me! Now I'll tell you who owns what OC:

The King of Swag: Shokku Tomu

Cheshire-Cat: Hiyashi Akiko

Spider-mantheraper: Hyuuga Katsu

More will be explained in story. Good? Good! Now feel my words with your eyeballs!

Disclaimer: None of us own Naruto, that is Kishimoto's property. If we did, we'd fuck up the show so badly... O_o!

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

"Grrr...! Five more minutes..." A low voice drawled. The source of the voice was easily found under a pile of tangled bed sheets and covers with only a foot coming out from one end. To only a few, this was a normal occurrence for whoever was under the covers.

But to other's, besides the sheets looking like it was deformed giant caterpillar, the room has been proven to be worst by certain hints. Clothes were discarded randomly across the floor, bags of chips or old pizza boxes as well as opened scrolls on chakra, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu styles, Genjutsu and Fuinjutsu. Posters of music artists or simple artwork were drooping from the walls, some already on the ground. Was that a cockroach that crawled by? Well...

The room looked like shit plain and simple.

It was like the room had a group of rabid kindergardeners barge into the bedroom after drinking many bottles of soda and eating bags of sour candy. That's how bad it looked.

...Well to most people; including...

The door of the messy room had opened and a tall woman with long black hair cascading down her back walked in. She had a simple outfit; dark blue pants, pink shirt, and a white apron wrapped over her front. The female had a small smile on her face as she walked in, seemingly like she was gonna yell out "Surprise!" or something in that positive manner.

That smile had quickly changer into a disgusted scowl as soon as she looked at the floor. She didn't open the bedroom door without having to push a pile of clothes out of the way and by the time the door was fully opened, a disturbing smell invaded her nostrils.

'Oh Kami,' The female thought, holding a hand up to her nose to block out the smell. 'It smells like a skunk took a shit in a 3 month old sweaty sock!'

As the female pinched her nose so no more scents, unwanted and wanted could enter, she looked at the bed with the 'mutated caterpillar monster' with a set of stern eyes. "I thought I told you to clean your room last night." She said aloud, expecting an answer.

Toot!

The only other noise besides the air conditioner and beeping alarm clock, had slipped through the sheet's fabrics. The female's left brow twitched slightly at the flatulence from whoever was under the covers. She started growling. "TOMU-KUN WAKE UP!" She bellowed, her voice reaching high volumes; high enough to effectively scare the shit out of the person sleeping under the covers.

The person had began screaming and flailing around in the covers as if someone had set of an explosive tag next to them for a prank. After a few seconds of flipping out, it seemed like the person had lost their balance and fell off the bed, landing on their face if the loud smack and groan was any indication to go by.

"Ooow, that hurt..." A weak and muffled whine was heard from the floor.

As the woman continued to stare at the fallen person, a hand reached out of the covers and touched the carpet. With a quick push, the black bundle of hair was lifted into the air, as well as the body that was attached to it.

Another hand had found its way to the person's face, but it was clear that with the lack of a shirt and only wearing boxers, the person was a male. The teen had long, almost spiky hair, that went down to his shoulders. His skin was slightly pale, but not really noticeable unless you stare at him closely.

After rubbing his slightly bruised face, the teen had put both hands on his back and arched his form. The female wore a face of disgust from the sounds of bones popping while the teen was letting out a long yawn.

Seeing the teen was basically oblivious to her presence, the woman looked to her right where a large dresser was placed. Without warning, her hand smacked the surface, creating a loud SLAP that echoed against the room's walls.

Flinching from the sudden noise, the teen let out a yelp when he cracked his spine a but too far. Quickly trying to soothe his stinging back, the teen looked towards the source of the noise with an annoyed scowl. He was about to start cursing someone out until he noticed who was was at the door. His scowl turned into a nervous smile as he saw the female with her hands in her hips and her eyes narrowed.

"O-Oh, um good morning Kaa-chan." The teen greeted nervously, already knowing that things were gonna get loud from something he did. His mother crossed her arms and rose a brow. Seeing his mother like this definitely told him he did something wrong. He let out a sigh. "Okay, what did I do wrong?" He said in a tired tone.

"Just be quiet, Tomu-kun. I think you'll find your answer." His mother instructed and Tomu blinked at her in confusion.

He was gonna question her demands, but it only took a second for him to realize what she was implying.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Tomu's head quickly snapped towards the loud device on his smaller dresser. His black eyes widened when the time said 8:09 am. "Shit, I'm late!" He cursed in a panic, but before he could do anything else, his face met the floor again with a large bump on his head. His mother stood over him with a smoking fist. "Watch your mouth!" She scolded as Tomu twitched on the floor.

With a huff, Tomu's mother crossed her arms again. "And don't even think about leaving! I don't care what reason it is, but you're going to clean this room! It's revolting!" His mother informed with a tone that dared her son to say otherwise.

Tomu moved his head slightly. "B-But-" He stopped when he saw a certain fire in her eyes. He nodded quickly and his mother nodded. "Good, now hurry up. I want to congratulate my little shinobi~" She cooed with her mood doing a perfect 180.

As Tomu's mother started towards the door, she started growling upon stepping into the hallway. "And this room better be spotless in the next 5 minutes!" She slammed the door shut and Tomu sat up with his arms crossed.

"I know, don't need to act crazy." He mumbled in annoyance until he heard a tiny creaking sound. Tomu looked up and his heart dropped into his stomach. A single blue eye was glaring at him through a slightly opened door. "What was that Shokku Tomu?"

"N-Nothing Kaa-chan!"

"I thought so."

Three and a half minutes later...

Tomu's mother, Shokku Yuri, was sitting at the dining room table drinking tea. She hummed a small tune as the green tea flavored drink was gulped down. Next to her was a plate of pancakes, eggs, and sausage; Tomu's supposed to be breakfast. She had made it for him earlier, but due to him oversleeping, 'Again' she thought dryly, the food was gonna go to waste. "Better not go to waste." Yuri growled lightly, clutching the handle to her cup a bit tighter.

If there was a paper written rules, there would be without a doubt a rule that said 'NEVER WASTE FOOD!' Even so with the knowledge of having to waste food, she couldn't help, but smile a bit. Today was a special day. Not for her, but for her son; Tomu.

Before she could start giggling over it, she heard shuffling from the hallway and looked in time to see Tomu wearing his full attire for the day.

Tomu had chosen to wear a black zip-up hoodie with dark blue lines running down the spine and arms, with matching cargo pants with the same design. His undershirt was only a sleeveless fishnet shirt and his weapons pouch was wrapped tightly around his right thigh. His shoes were black sandals and on his hands were fingerless gloves with thin metal plates on the knuckles. On his back were two sword sheaths, the handles of the actual swords poking at the top, waiting to be pulled out and used for battle.

All in all, his appearance was most appropriate today. And it was also a bit surprising to acknowledge the fact that Tomu had cleaned his room and dressed perfectly in only four minutes.

Tomu was panting a bit when he walking into the kitchen. Yuri smiled at her son and stood up. "Ooh, look at you~ Now you look like a true shinobi!"

"Oh, is this for me?" Tomu said, dumbly ignoring his mothers praise and focusing on the plate of food. He finally looked at his mother and saw her give a shaky nod. Though he didn't seem to notice the twitching of her right brow and the small tick mark on her forehead from being bluntly ignored.

"Yes," Yuri said through her teeth. "Just sit down and eat while I talk, Tomu-kun." She ordered 'kindly', but it was enough for Tomu to sit down quickly and pull the plate towards his chest. Without a hint of hesitation, Tomu had grabbed a fork and dug straight into his breakfast, stuffing as much pancake, sausage, and eggs into his mouth until his cheeks puffed outwards.

Tomu's eyes seemed to sparkle and a bit of drool hung on his lower lip. 'Nothing's better than Kaa-san's cooking!' Tomu thought, as if the pancakes were filled with everything good and holy.

It was always amusing for Yuri to watch her son have this reaction to her cooking; to see that someone was grateful and honored her skills. She let out a few giggles as Tomu continued to stuff his face. Yuri rose a brow. "Tomu-kun, you need to slow down or-"

"ACK!" The young male violently coughed up bits of food.

"You'll choke." Yuri deadpanned/sweatdropped.

"(Cough, cough!) I'm (Cough!) I'm good!" Tomu strained as he pounded his chest with a fist and swallowed as hard as he could. His purple face had slowly began to become the normal skin color as he took in bits of oxygen. Seeing her son finally take in a long breath of life, Yuri began to smile a wide smile. "Tomu-kun, I can't believe today is the day! Ooh~" she squealed.

"My little boy is finally a ninja! I'm so happy!" Yuri clapped loudly, bouncing a bit in her seat.

"Kaa-chan, you sound like I just made your life sunshine and rainbows." Tomu smirked at his little joke. Yuri waved at him with a giggle.

"Oh but you have!" Yuri stated quickly. "You're a Shinobi now! I've been waiting for this day since you were born!"

"Really? Is becoming a ninja that important to you Kaa-chan?"

"Hell yeah it is! Becoming a ninja proves that your successful in my eyes."

Tomu stopped eating for a second before swallowing his mushy food and narrowing his eyes with a nervous grin. "So basically you called me a failure before graduating?" Tomu said slowly, with a small chuckle at the end.

"Don't put words in my mouth, Tomu-kun. You're the best son I could ever have." Yuri smiled.

"Then the same goes for you. Except you're the best Kaa-chan I could ever have." Tomu snickered and dug into his food again. "Though thinking about the life of a Shinobi, I wonder how fun it'll be. You know, zooming through trees and shooting fire from my mouth-"

Another loud SLAP caught him off guard. Tomu started choking as Yuri raised her hand from the table, her finger pointing at her struggling son. She had a serious expression on her face. "Now you listen here Tomu-kun. Being a ninja isn't a game. None whatsoever." She said sternly, making Tomu freeze up after his choking was done.

"If you plan on acting like a fool in the field then you better go to your room right now." Yuri suddenly ordered and held out a hand to point behind him. The black haired teen stared at his mother with a 'The fuck are you smoking' face before looking at her hand. It took a few seconds for her words to register into his mind before he scowled.

"There's no way I'm giving up being a ninja, Kaa-chan. Put your hand away." Tomu said back and Yuri narrowed her eyes at her son.

"Tomu-kun, I'm only gonna give you a warning right now. Being a ninja is the hardest job you could ever ask for and receive. You're basically asking to be a murderer for money." Yuri said bluntly, making Tomu lose a bit of feeling in his body. "Yes, I know it sounds bad when I say it like that, but sickeningly out their in the eyes of veteran ninja, my words sounds like a child learning of sex at age 9 to them." Tomu held back an immature snicker.

Yuri's eyes hardened as she leaned forward and stared into Tomu's eyes. "Tomu," she began and her son had a little gasp. He already knew if she said his name without the suffix, she was serious. Dead-serious. "Tomu, tell me right now. Do you really want to be a ninja. A person who kills for a living?" Yuri questioned and Tomu stared at his mother with a thoughtful face.

Fork down on a now empty plate, Tomu's fingers dug into his palm as his hand balled into a tight fist. Was his mother really trying to get him out of the ninja business? 'A killer for money...?' Tomu thought to himself. 'Sure the thought itself bring a sick feeling in my stomach, but a killer...'

With a few more seconds of thinking in silence, Tomu suddenly had a smirk on his face and he held up a thumb. "I'm going with the Way of the Shinobi, Kaa-chan!" He said.

"Tomu, listen to me when I say-"

"That I'll become a killer for money, I got that part." Tomu his mom off in mid-sentence. He slammed his fist against the table. "But if I'm gonna be a killer, it's gonna be to protect my home." Tomu declared firmly, his arms crossed at the end to prove being adamant on the matter.

Tomu was expecting at least some words of arguement, but he didn't expect his mother to stare at him. For 2 full minutes. Tomu was beginning to sweat bullets, but he didn't falter from his firm position.

As a silent mother stood straight at her son, who was struggling not to slip through his clothes from the immense amount of sweat, Tomu was starting to feel mentally uncomfortable. 'What is her problem!? Did I break her or something!?' He thought and Yuri finally had a change in her posture. She had a small sigh, almost sounding disappointed, before she got up from her seat.

Tomu blinked and slipped out of his crossed arm statue as he watched his mouth walk around the table. His sweat was coming twice as much, but surprisingly his clothes didn't seem to be wet. Strange.

As Yuri continued to walk around the table, Tomu heard a small beeping noise. He blinked and looked down to his wrist, where a small wristwatch resided. His eyes almost bugged out of his head. 'You've got to be shitting me! It's already 8:30!?' Tomu almost pissed himself when he stood up, ready to bolt.

Only to feel long arms wrap around him in a hug. Tomu froze upon contact, confused for a moment until he remember that his mother was the only other person in the room. "Kaa-chan...?" Tomu said, surprise clear in his tone as he motioned his head upwards, looking past her chest and too a smiling face. "Why-"

"Be safe and make me proud." Yuri said.

Slowly a large smile threatened to split his face in two. Tomu gave a quick set of nods and pulled out of his mother's hug. "I will!" He said before bolting out of the kitchen and to the front door of their home. "Oh and tell Aki-san and Katsu-kun I said hello and congratulations!" Yuri called out.

As the sounds of rushing sandals and a door slamming shut had ceased, Yuri looked at Tomu's used plate with a smile. 'He's really growing up.' She thought before she suddenly perked up, a small blush on her cheeks. "Oops, I forgot to tell him I have a surprise for him!" Yuri stood still in shock before she burst into a fit of giggles. "Oh, I'm sure the gift will be better later. After all, a surprise isn't a surprise if warned about it." She joked before walking to the sink.

As she walked, she had let out a few light coughs before reaching the dish-rack.

I can feel the tick-tock tick-tock! When I'm staring at my wristwatch, wristwatch!

I wonder where the time gone, time gone!

I'm carryin' a time bomb, time bomb!

I don't want it to blow! I don't want it to blow!

Where did it gooo? At the end of the road? I don't want it to blow!

Tomu sang with a happy grin as he bounced from roof to roof, pressing his watch and singing along with the rhythmic beeping. He was running late to his graduation class so he was going full speed. He couldn't afford to be later than he was already comfortable with. But that didn't mean he could add any music to his small journey.

It was a weird thing for Tomu. Being able to do anything twice as fast or efficient with some kind of music. From simple tapping on his knees or to the hardcore music from speakers at a concert or something.

Tomu had continued to sing, or rap in this case, as he leapt to another roof. His work was efficient with music, that was sure, but there was always a downside to everything. And the downside to this, was he couldn't notice small details that anybody could notice. Aka, the slippery wetness along the roofs from the sudden thunderstorm last night.

As he continued to jump, Tomu's little session was picking up the pace. His mouth started to move faster and the beeping got louder.

My time is ticking and I'm up against the ropes!

Time to swallow my pride, working hard to never choke!

Cause my eyes are on the prize, but my pockets still on broke!

And I'm about to lose the single thing in life I wanted most!

So I go hard, go hard! Outta my waaAAAAAAAY!

Tomu screamed in mid-sentence when he felt himself lose his footing on a roof's surface. Due to the leftover water and cool air making the surface slippery, Tomu had quickly slipped off the roof. Dumbass.

Below walking out of a small shop was a purple haired woman with her bun tied into a spiky bun. In her hand was a stick of Dango and in her other hand were 4 other sticks. The female was wearing a... more or less revealing outfit that consisted of a trench coat, a simple fishnet shirt over her assets, a burnt orange skirt, shin guards, and open toed sandals.

The female had a large smile on her face as she ate another piece of her recently bought food. "Hm! I swear these things can brighten me up any day!" The female hummed in delight. She ate another one before a sadistic smirk ectched on her face.

"Heh, I guess having a session on a prisoner alongside Ibiki-chan can really make a girl hungry, huh?" The female snickered, eating more of her food as she went back in time with thoughts of a bloody prisoner screaming for mercy. The female snickered evilly as she went to turn down the street.

"AAAAAH!" A sudden scream caught the woman off guard, making her turn her head around quickly. "Wha-" Was the female's only word before a black haired head smashed into her face. The woman and Tomu had fallen to the ground in a small crater, smoke rising around them.

"Ugh, my head." Tomu groaned, holding his head as he tried to get up. 'How the hell does slipping off a roof turn me into a human bullet?' Tomu thought in annoyance and realized he heard groaning underneath him. He took a hand from his face to look down at the person he accidently crashed into.

He was gonna apologize to whoever was unlucky to be smacked into the ground, but he was only met with piercing chocolate eyes, staring back into his with a sharp anger. 'Great,' Tomu thought in frustration. 'I landed on a female. I swear, she's gonna be bitching for hours after this-' Tomu stopped in mid-thought when he realized the woman's eyes weren't staring at him anymore. They were looking down her left side and slowly Tomu's eyes had followed; only to realize...

Squeeze, squeeze. Oh shit.

By now Tomu could swear his nerves had abandoned his hand, as if trying to say 'You're gonna be cut off anyway.'

Tomu had been staring at his still squeezing hand, a blush on his face while the female under him started to growl. "Having fun there?" She said in a dangerous tone and Tomu could feel sweat flooding from his pores again. This time, 3 times the rate.

'I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die,' Tomu thought repeatedly as he tried with every ounce of will power to get his hand to unlatch from the woman's breast. The young child looked back at the angry female in the eyes, a severely nervous chuckle escape a weak smile. "I'm r-really sorry. You see I'm-"

"Still feeling me up." The woman snarled and Tomu felt his heart drop into his stomach. By now, Tomu could notice the small crowd watching their little scene. He could easily hear the mumbles of "Pervert", "How disgusting", and that one "You lucky son of a bitch" His chest began beating louder and louder before he suddenly got control of his body.

In a second, not only did Tomu manage escape death by bolting off the female and taking off down the street, but he had also managed one last quick squeeze. The only thing left for evidence of the perverted act, was a few droplets of blood on her mesh covered stomach.

Scowling and sitting up from the ground, the female glared at the small plume of smoke slowly fading out of her vision. "Fucking Gaki...!" She snarled before letting out a long sigh of annoyance. "Forget it, he's just a kid. And by the looks of it a rookie ninja." The female muttered before an evil glint flash through her eyes. "But if I see that kid again, I'm gonna feed him to my snakes!" She said in a low tone.

"Now," The female mumbled before an innocent smile appeared on her face. "Time for Dango~" The woman sang and brought a hand to her face, only to bite on nothing. Blinking, the purple haired female looked down in confusion, only for her eyes to widen in shock.

Rolled around in the dirt and mud were her Dango balls, brown and covered with unwanted substances. The female looked down at her lost food with a slowly shaking head and gaping mouth. Quickly, her mouth turned into a fierce sneer as she jumped to her feet with a kunai in hand. "THAT LITTLE SHIT! HE RUINED MY DANGO!" She roared in rage and took off after the dust trail, a blazing fury clear in her chocolate eyes.

"GET BACK HEEEERE!"

Tomu panted as hard as he ever had before in his life. He didn't know how, but he was still alive. 'I can't believe I escaped Ms. Psycho!' Tomu thought, his eyes blinking away tears of relief and happiness. He even had hysterical chuckles coming from his lips.

Then the thought of 'I did lose her right?' came into being. He felt more tears come, but this time of fear. He hesitated, but he forced himself to stand up and look out of the trashcan he was currently hiding in. The lid had made a small creaking sound, making Tomu recoil in fear and pause.

He stood stock-still and listened. Nothing.

Taking a long breath to calm his nerves, Tomu dared himself to stand up with the lid taken off. He wiped his eyes as a nervously relieved smile appeared on his face.

He had just escaped death. NO, the Shinigami! Tomu could still feel the blood pumping through his chest as if it was gonna explode at random from the sheer pressure. 'That purple haired lady almost ripped my head off!' Tomu thought and shuddered as he tried getting out of the trashcan. "All because of some stupid Dango..." Tomu muttered, only to hear a distant growl.

"Did you just call Dango stupid?" A voice echoed.

Tomu's skin had just turned as white as a sheet and a feeling of dread washed over his body. Tomu's head felt like a rusty door, the kind that make that long and annoying creeeak noise whenever you move it slowly. That's what his neck sounded like. To him maybe. He looked back only to see a wall, but slowly his eyes traveled upward and there she was.

The woman with the purple hair and trench coat was glaring down on him, a long kunai in her left hand. She was actually standing against the wall, like she was glued to the bricks.

Tomu's eyes widened in terror as he tried to run on instinct, only to forget where he was and tipped over the trashcan in his action of panic. The teen made a small yelping noise as he face-planted in the dirt and the trashcan emptied all of its contents on his back.

"That's pretty pathetic." He heard a dark snicker coming from the lady as she kneeled against the wall, taking on a pouncing stance. Tomu's pores started to unleash sweat once more as he looked at the female. "S-Stay away from me!" He tried only to see the female give a toothy grin.

"Sorry no can do."

"W-Why!?"

"Because, not only did you destroy my Dango," The lady's eyes flared hotly. "You managed to feel me up."

Tomu felt his heart drop into his stomach. "Sooo, is there like a chance where we can sort this out like civilized people?" He asked slowly and nervously. The purple haired kunoichi only licked her kunai menacingly. "I thought so." He whimpered as he watched her drag her tongue to the tip of the metal weapon.

Even though he knew he was staring at death incarnate, that little action seemed to get him at least a bit... excited. Hey, boy in puberty here.

Without a warning, the lady had leapt from her spot towards Tomu; kunai ready to attack.

CLIFFHANGERS! They suck in every possible way, physically and mentally! But I guess that's the only way to get readers to stay excited.

Anyway, please review the fic so I know the touching and loving feelings people have for me or the ugly ass flames that people put up for shits and giggles. Please guys, no flames; I'm black as can be already. But only flame to tell us what to take out of the story. Good? Good! Alright see ya guys later! I'll try to update when I can! Since you know, school and shit...

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