Naru : hahaha you got sick from touching a desk at school
Jacob : hahahaha I haha know hAHA
Death : Keep laughing maybe youll choke. shutup and do the disclaimer .
Naru: death does not own naruto if she did Kami be with us.
Death : not true.
"WHAT." I screamed. "You have to go back sometime or another Naru." Committed Tsunade . "Yeah,b-but not now." I said in a worried tone
Bella's POV
I looked at the other side of the huge RV we got. "So your mother hired shinobi to guard us whill we travel .""Yep" said Edward. "Jacob how about you." I questioned him. He had been depressed since Naru left.
Narus POV
I looked around the special room in the Uchiha mansion and thought how could I return when , all I have there are sad memories that make me want to cry. I was so happy then. Now look at me cold heartless killer and Kyuubi no kitsune.
Why couldn't I stop this from happening. Was all this my fault. No thinking that was crazy. I was a demon highest of the highest.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Traditional ANBU armor white porcelain mask of a fox. As the rest of the rookie 11 came into the room. The room had bleach white walls and floors. "Okay , who knows the jutsu asked Sasuke(a/n he never left) as he stood next to me. I hesitantly raised my hand.
Bella POV
"When are they supposed to get here"I asked as the RV stopped. "now" shouted Edward as smoke covered the room. "What they hell." I heard a voisce yell. When the smoke cleared there stood 11 figures. Five of them had masks on a dog, cat, fox, snake, and a sloth. "We are here to see .
Jacobs POV
One of them smells familiar. Just like Naru. I'll never forget you. NEVER. Look a dog. Wow they loke scary especially the fox. They're talking better liten.
Naru POV
"Listen up here are the rules." I boomed out.
Authors note
Naru :I cant believe you
Jacob : I agree
Death : youll know her identity in a few more chapters but I hate it when they figure it out to early and ruins the mystery .
Naru : youre crazy
Death : yep and proud of it.
Naru: your sadistic.
Death: no skitso.
