Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto, which I sadly don't. But mark my words, one of these days, I'll save up my pennies, and buy Naruto! Mwuahaha!

A/N: I know it's been awhile. I could tell you how I'm not allowed to go to a mall, dealing with a drunken mom or my trip to the police station, or even the busy holidays filled with relatives. But, it takes too much time. Haha. Sorry it took forever. I've been informed that you guys don't have a perfect picture on Kyuubi. I'm sorry; I forgot to describe him in the earlier chapters… Anyways, I hope everyone had a great holiday! Onward to the story!


Naruto sat in the middle of his room, surrounded by cotton and ripped cloth. At the moment, he was busying himself tearing his stuffed frog's limbs off. Then, he proceeded to tearing off the head from its torso.

Kyuubi stood at the doorway, starring with contentment. Naruto seems to have taken their talk very seriously. It would only be a matter of time, however, before Minato came. That would put quite a damper on the current situation.

Kyuubi stretched his pale arms, and ran his clawed fingers through his red hair, before scratching his orange ears. He himself had a humanoid appearance. His only non-human traits were his fox tail, fox ears, and his clawed-fingers. He stood about five feet two inches. In quite honesty, he wasn't that tall.

Naruto stood from his spot, the only spot that was clean from the remains of stuffed animals, and reviewed his room. A look of achievement fell on his face, before he looked back to Kyuubi, for a comment of sorts.

Before Kyuubi could say anything, the front door opened, and footsteps were heard, going up the stairs. Naruto panicked, and started to push the mess into his closet.

He grabbed clumps of his stuffed animals' remains, and threw it through the closet's threshold. Unfortunately, the cotton swayed in midair, frustrating Naruto. He growled softly, before starting to kick the mess into his closet.

A cough interrupted his attempts. Naruto looked to his doorway, and low and behold, Minato was leaning against the doorway.

"What are you doing?!" Minato yelled, failing to hold back his anger.

Naruto noticed Kyuubi was gone. It wasn't fair that Kyuubi left him behind. Now, he was stuck with his furious father. He looked down, trying to evade his father's angry gaze.

"Well, don't just stand there! Answer me!"

The small boy bit his lip, before he hesitantly answered, "I was trying to put away the mess."

Minato shook his head. "I mean, what is with mess to begin with?!"

"My stuffed animals."

"Yo-your stuffed animals?! Why would you destroy them?!" He yelled once more.

"I didn't need them…" Naruto replied softly.

"First Miko-chan, and now this? I honestly don't know what's wrong with you!"

"I told you. I didn't kill Miko-chan! Kyuubi did!" The young blond stood defiantly.

"And ever since you had that imaginary friend, you have been in nothing but trouble!"

"Nu-uh!"

"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't been in a fight, yet! You and your rebellious attitude!"

Naruto look confused for a second. "Rebellious?"

"Why are you acting out? Is it because of your mom?"

"Wha-?! No! Wait, I'm not acting out! Whatever that means..."

Minato was getting more and more frustrated. "If you did not need the stuffed animals, the why didn't you donate them and give them to younger kids who want them?!"

Naruto froze. He didn't know he could have done that! That would have been so much easier than ripping up the stuffed animals. Plus, his father wouldn't be screaming at him this very minute. And there would have been less of a mess to pick up. Why didn't he think of that earlier!

"I'm serious, Naruto. If this keeps up… I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

Minato walked out, leaving a stunned young blond.

"Kyuu, why didn't you tell me I could have donated them?" Naruto turned to the corner of his room.

Kyuubi just smirked. "I honestly hadn't thought of that, Naru."

Said blond just rolled his eyes in irritation.


A few days later, after the stuffed animal fiasco, Minato found himself waiting outside Naruto's principal's office. Something told Minato that this was no social call or anything. He hoped, even though he felt dread in the pit of his stomach, that it was. He really didn't need any more stress, especially from Naruto.

The clock across from him slowly ticked, making him somewhat fidgety. He shifted his weight from his right leg to his left leg, then back to his right leg once more. He crossed and uncrossed his hands, before finally resting his hands in his pockets of his khaki pants.

He seriously wasn't a very patient man. He can't really stay still. Hm. Maybe that's why Naruto is so hyper. Go figure, genetics.

By the time he realized he had been waiting for ten minutes, the door creaked open, revealing a young-looking woman, with blonde pigtails, and a somewhat… ahem… large chest.

"Tsunade-sama," Minato greeted. Said person nodded in return.

"Minato-san, thank you for coming." She led Minato back to her office.

Two chairs faced her glass desk. Both occupied by two young boys.

Kiba and Naruto. Kiba sat with his arms crossed, his face scrunched up in anger. Naruto sat back, playing his hands. He avoided looking at Minato.

Tsunade sat in her chair. "It appears we had a little trouble today. Naruto and Kiba got into a fight."

Minato widened his eyes. A fight? With Kiba? Naruto? Why did every bad thing seem to revolve back to Naruto? What did he do wrong when he was raising Naruto?

"How did it get started?" Minato looked back at his son, who apparently seemed adamant on avoiding his father's eyes.

"Well-"

"Naruto started it!" – "Kiba started it!"

Both statements were screamed at the same time. Naruto and Kiba glared at one another.

"It's your entire fault! You shouldn't have been ignoring me!" Kiba yelled.

"I wasn't ignoring you! You just snapped!" Naruto retorted.

"Nu-uh! You didn't talk to me the whole day! And you hardly talked to me yesterday!"

"So what?! That doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes it does! Friends stick together! And they don't abandon each other for others like Kyuubi!"

"Leave him out of it!"

"You always put him before us! It's like you don't like us anymore!"

"I need him!"

"Why would you need him!?"

"I don't know… But…I don't need you!"

"What the heck! Why him, and not us?!"

"None of your business!"

"Yea-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yea-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

Tsunade growled, and grabbed both boys' collars.

"You stop this fighting instant!"

Two audible gulps came from both boys. Silence was quickly acquired.

Once Tsunade was satisfied with the lack of screams, she let go of both of them.

"Now, for your punishments, both of you are suspended for a period of five consecutive days."


Minato dragged Naruto into their house, keeping a firm hold on the boy's wrist. He yelled as he did so.

"Why did you fight with Kiba? Aren't you friends?! And what's this about not needing him?! I think this Kyuubi thing has gotten way out of line! Maybe I might have believed you not killing Miko-chan, but this time, it's obvious you are at fault here!"

He let go of Naruto once both of them were in Naruto's room, and turned to him. "Maybe you need to go somewhere for your… problems. Konoha Psychiatric Hospital is not too far from here. And maybe this Kyuubi thing will go away, and you'll get help."

Naruto froze. "Hospital? Kyuubi go away? Help? Daddy, Naru doesn't want to go away!" He started to cry.

"It's not a for sure thing. There may not be room available for you, but it's a definite possibility."

"If you do, you'll regret it!"

Minato tried to shake the feeling that there may be some truth to his son's words.


A/N: Okay. I put up a poll on my account, but I'll take into consideration the responses in reviews. The major question: should Minato send Naruto to Konoha Psychiatric Hospital?