Demigod of Mischief
"You're late, Gato." A deep voice rang out across a large, rectangular table that sat in the middle of a large office conference room. The shortest man, and one of the largest men; at least when it came to weight, grumbled something as he came to rest at a large, black office chair. Pulling it out, the man sat himself down and made himself comfy before replying to the remark that had greeted him as soon as he made it passed the guard at the door to the room.
"My two week trip through the mountains turned into a nightmare." The shortest man replied darkly. "The team of shinobi I hired to see me here stopped along the way to fight 'spirits' and help others who belong nowhere else but a graveyard."
"That, Gato-San; is why I hire vagabond and ronin." A slim man with glasses and light brown hair began from the other side of the table. "Much more eager to please than teams of ninja."
"And for a few extra Ryo, they'll make waste of anyone in their path, too." Another man; this one muscular and slightly tanned added from his place near the furthest end of the table.
"I know." Gato griped. "Unfortunately for me, there's a war going on and I'd rather pay the extra money to hire a man known throughout the land as a monster. It helps deter stupid people from attacking poor, defenseless CEO's like myself, you know."
"But they cost a lot more, and they pick up people no one cares about." The slim man retorted. "No matter, what's done is done."
"Indeed." Came the deep voice of the man at the very end of the table as he sat in the shadows, his hands clasped in front of him. "We'll talk more later, Gato." The weight of an unspoken threat hung heavily in the air as the man spoke the words. "We've wasted too much time waiting for you. We need to get done and quickly. The market is beginning to shift again."
"I've noticed a drop in prices myself." The slim man agreed, his tone changing to a more business fashion with a curt nod. "The last two slaves I sold I only made a mere twenty-two thousand off of-for both of them!"
"Maybe you over estimated what they were worth?" The muscular man commented slowly, looking at the slim man, who leveled a hidden glare back at him.
"My slaves, unlike yours; are taken care of. A bit of extra cash to make sure that they are fit for work, no matter the elements or conditions; means several thousand extra in profit." The slim man replied slowly.
"I sell my slaves fast." The muscular man retorted. "Unlike you, I don't have the ability to keep them near me for long lengths of time. I need to get rid of them quickly."
"And that's why you don't make as much off of them as we do." Gato jibed. "I may not spend as much as my friendly competition on my slaves; but I do make sure that they won't die within a few weeks after purchase."
"Like I said, Gato;" The muscular man growled, "I don't have the luxury of spending time on my slaves. I steal them from the crowds, kidnap them from their homes; drug them where they stand and then I fence them as soon as possible. If I wait for them to be rid of whatever aliment they have; that means the more likely I'm going to get caught."
"Then maybe an entertainer isn't the best job for you." Gato replied, sending the man a taunting smirk. "It's much easier to kidnap and sell when selling is your main business. Just package them up in a crate, make sure that the idiots in charge of feeding them and cleaning them do their jobs and no ones the wiser!" Nothing ruined good slave trade like dead, decaying bodies. As much as he disliked it, even he had to have his ships stop for government check points. Money could go a long way, but the smell of the dead alert many more who weren't in on the job.
"It doesn't matter how much money you spend on them or how much time you have before selling them." The man at the end of the table interrupted. "In fact, it's not even about how many you manage to sell. The problem is that someone's been giving up key locations along the slaving lines and because of that, the trade is slowing."
"I'm afraid I haven't had any problems with the main land lines." Gato began slowly. "I don't ship by land anymore. Haven't since the Kumo-Konoha Shadow War started."
"Funny that the war started around the same time the trade lines began to attract samurai and shinobi attention." The slim man stated, earning a dark look from Gato. "Of course, you never traded much along the main land anyway, have you Gato?"
"I own a shipping fleet." Gato began softly, though his tone was of ice. "And while I do own a few land line shipping lanes; primarily through Hi no Kuni; there is less of a chance for a slave to escape if they're out over open water. Less of a chance people will find them and help them."
"That and because you're shipping boys and girls off to people in other nations." The muscular man countered roughly. Gato merely shrugged in response.
"Sex slaves are even more profitable than work slaves." The fat man stated. "If it makes you feel any better, I also ship opium and other narcotics on my ships too."
"Enough." The man at the end of the table snapped, causing the three other man to close their mouths. "Right now I don't care about your trades and I don't care how it gets done. The only thing I care about is finding out how the trade lines are becoming discovered by the law enforcements of the countries the lines pass through and putting him or her to death."
Before anyone could say another word, the sound of someone knocking on the door called out to the four men.
"What?" The man at the end of the table snapped.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, Wamu-Sama." A slightly muffled voice called through the door. "But one of our clients is demanding a word with you."
"Tell them I'm busy." The man at the end of the table growled.
"I would-and have-but he's very insistent about seeing you right now." The voice replied.
"Tell whoever it is that I've killed for more important reasons." Wamu ordered.
There was a pause before the sound of something heavy hitting the door to the meeting room. "I'd suggest someone opens this flimsy door before I break it down." A new, dark and and slightly psychotic voice drifted through the door.
Gato felt his eyes widen in mild shock as Wamu-the leader of their little group-someone who he had never seen budge at any threat leveled at him, jump up from his place and rushed over to the door. The man opened the door and quickly stepped through it, shutting it behind him. As soon as the door closed, Gato turned his gaze to the other two men at the table and raised an eyebrow quizzically at them.
He was met with matching shrugs of their shoulders.
-o-
"I'm sorry we couldn't find what you were looking for, Naruto-San." Yugito apologized as she bowed formally to him as the two blondes, Yamcha and Yume stood outside of the Raikage's office.
The odd eyed blonde merely huffed at the apology. "It's not your fault." Naruto stated. "It's not an easy thing to find."
"Still, I'm sorry that we weren't of any help." Yugito pressed on.
"Maybe if we had more information about what you were looking for, we'd have been more help, Naruto-San." Yume stated, blushing slightly as she addressed him.
"I'm surprised that you haven't noticed it earlier." Naruto began, smirking slightly. What did he care if three more people knew about him? It would either cause more chaos, which was something he loved watching; or it would cause the black haired boy to faint again-which was just as funny as causing chaos. To him, the situation was a win-win.
"Noticed what?" Yume asked, frowning slightly as she were being reprimanded for something she had missed or had gotten wrong on a test of some sort.
Naruto thought about it for a few moments. True, he didn't care if more and more people found out about him...But he knew someone would. 'I got in trouble for letting three people see me last time...I'd hate to see what will happen if I let three more see me? Especially if I'm not making contracts with them.' Demi-God or not, there were certain rules he had to follow if he didn't want to end up stripped of most of his power and turned into a nameless castle slave, fallen from grace like his one cousin, several hundred times removed. 'I wonder if he's still alive?' Being a target dummy for a group of Dremora wielding bows and spells would not be fun. Or painless.
After several more moments of thought, the blonde shook his head. "Never mind." He answered. "It's not too important."
"Oh..." Yume stated dejectedly. "...Well," She turned back to look at the clock on the wall that hung near the door to the Raikage's office; "Sensei said that we could go home if we wanted...And I haven't had a shower in a few weeks..."
"It's okay, Yume." Yume looked toward Yugito. "You can go. I'll stay here and wait for Sensei." The blonde girl turned from the blunette's slowly retreating form and looked at Yamcha too. "You better get home too, Yamcha. Kuririn saw you when we entered the village earlier. You're going to get in a lot of trouble if you don't head home soon."
"I can take whatever Kuririn throws at me, Yugi-Chan!" The black haired boy beamed, striking a pose that involved holding out his left arm and making a muscle along with giving birth to a slightly cocky glint that formed in his dark colored eyes. Naruto wondered idly if he was trying to impress the blonde girl with the show, but from the way that the blonde haired girl stared at him showed that it hadn't worked.
"But can you take whatever your Sensei at the Kame dojo throws at you?" Yugito asked, her right eyebrow raising slightly. As if someone had thrown a bucket of water on a match, Yamcha's bravado fizzled as he thought about what awaited him at this 'Kame Dojo' that Yugito had mentioned. As the boy thought about it even further, his face slowly began to turn an ashen white as something from memory played over and over in his head. Yugito, on the other hand, smirked. "I thought not."
'Kind of devious...' Naruto told himself as he watched the girl play the slightly younger boy.
"O...On second thought," the black haired boy began slowly; "I think I should head back home...Master Mutaito will be wondering where I am, hehehe..." The boy didn't stick around to see if Yugito bid him farewell before turning on his heel and heading for the stairwell as if the dogs of Hell had been unleashed after him. "Out of the way, Yume-Chan!" He called as he met the blunette somewhere on the stairs as he ran.
"He's not very brave, is he?" Naruto asked aloud as he watched the boy vanish.
Yugito shook her head, "No, he's not...At least, not at first." She turned to stare at the otherworldly blonde next to her. "In a pinch, he's dependable though."
'Unless said 'pinch' is fighting against someone who turns swords into fish or fighting spirits...' Naruto told himself. Mentally pushing the boy out of his thoughts, Naruto turned to look at the door that led entrance to the Raikage's office in front of him. "How long are debriefings?"
"Generally? About ten minutes or so." Yugito rolled her right shoulder slightly, "However; B-Sensei is the Raikage's younger brother, and now that he's been liberated of Gato; he's probably rhyming up a storm..." Naruto turned and gave her a questioning look, "B-Sensei normally either rhymes or raps everything. It's just when he's in the presence of someone who makes him irritable does he not."
"Like Gato?" Naruto pondered. Yugito nodded. "Well, the fat man was a bit of creeper..." Men his age didn't stare at children in such manners. He was capable of one-way telepathy, but it was clearly evident what was on the man's mind as they made their way slowly down the mountain.
"I think 'a bit' is a 'bit' of an understatement." Naruto glanced at the girl beside him. "I believe the term that Yume and some of the other girls at the academy would use is, 'like, a total creeper'." Naruto cocked his head at the girl slightly. The only academy he had been to was the one in Konohagakure, following Kushina after making a deal with her to help her in pranking some kid in her class after she had helped him get his shadow back.
'It would be ignorant of me to think that only Konohagakure had an academy.' He told himself blandly. Still, the lingo she had quoted wasn't something he was used to. 'I bet Mimi would know what that means.'
-o-
Wamu walked rigidly back to his seat in the meeting room, ignoring the looks on the faces of his colleagues as he went. It didn't go amiss that the man was limping ever so slightly. Whoever had interrupted the meeting didn't seem to mind too much that he had injured a man who had enough money to call a hit on even a Kage level shinobi. Granted, Wamu wasn't stupid enough to put a hit out on such a target; but still, if he wanted to, he could afford it.
'Thankfully his guest decided to leave.' Gato told himself as Wamu grabbed his chair and lowered himself in to it. There was a soft sound of someone groaning as the man sat in the chair.
"Sorry for the intrusion." The man began slowly, his eyes narrowed crossly. "One of my clients decided to come ask me why his slaves haven't been delivered to him, personally."
"Sounds tough." The slim man remarked, frowning at Wamu.
"Never make a deal with the Hojo." Wamu warned. "Besides money, it will get you only a few things. One of which is a rather pesky-and exceedingly nasty-fly named Fumma Kotaro."
"Is he a ninja?" The muscular man asked. Wamu's reply was to narrow his eyes. "I'll take that as a 'Yes', then."
"B-Rank shinobi, no village, self taught." Wamu explained. "He is the Hojo's pet ninja and is as sadistic as they come."
"I understand that most high powered families have pet ninja," Gato began softly; "but only a few of them actually use them for anything other than guards and messengers."
"The Hojo are an old clan, Gato." Wamu countered. "They are an old clan with many enemies, though most of those enemies believe them to be dead. The Hojo have taken claim of a small group of mountains north of Iwagakure and have been building an underground super castle for the last twenty or so years. They don't use anyone from their own tiny province to build it. Instead, they kidnap architects and force them to design new additions to their super castle, then kill them after they get what they want. The main construction force is made up of slaves bought through several different slave trades, mine included."
"Could they be the ones leaking information about our lines, then?" The slim man questioned. "It could make a lot of sense, you know. Destroy your counterparts one-by-one, leaving their clients to only buy from them."
"No one crosses the Hojo." Wamu's head shrunk down behind his newly clasped hands that sat in front of him. "Everyone is too afraid of Kotaro and his troupe."
"...Why are they building a super castle inside a mountain range, anyway?" Gato questioned. "If they're in hiding, it's not likely that they'll show themselves anytime soon...At least, not until their finished with the castle..."
"Especially if they're as paranoid of being discovered as they seem to be." The muscular man added. "...Unless they're almost done and are cutting off loose ends."
Wamu's eyes narrowed dangerously, "I wouldn't put it past them." He conceded darkly. "However, why would they be tipping off local authorities?"
"To deflect the attention away from themselves." Gato stated. "When a new captain of the guard comes into office, I generally ship out a few smaller, unmarked vessels with small amount of opium into port to see if the man is flaky or not. If he is, I have a few of my men make him a deal; a small cut of the profit in order to send my goods-of all kinds-through to port. If he's not flaky, and more importantly, not crooked; then I merely stop shipping opium through that port. It's harder to get as much flow through smaller, personally owned ports; seeing as only a few of them have the capability to unload the amount I ship; and profit gain slows slightly, but I don't have to worry about a goody-two-shoes gumming up the works. By tipping off local authorities about the slave routes, or routes used to ship slaves along; they're getting rid of potential loose ends as well as anyone who'd be willing to sell them out for a pretty Ryo."
"Especially if they're building an army..." Wamu whispered. "And knowing about their past, I guarantee that they are."
"Are they trying to start another samurai war?" The Slim man asked.
"They aren't trying to start a war," Wamu shook his head. "They want total domination."
-o-
"You don't have to follow me, you know." Naruto informed the girl who had decided to follow him from just outside the Raikage's office to middle of the mountain village. "Besides, I thought that you were going to wait for your sensei?"
Dark eyes darted off toward the left as the two blondes walked through the village at a slow pace; "I was going to...However, you are a foreigner and as such, you can't be left to wander the village by yourself. Especially if it's because your looking for something. Someone might think that you're spying on us and try and kill you before asking you who you are and what you're doing."
"So you're following me to keep me safe then?" Naruto inquired. When the girl nodded, albeit somewhat haltingly, a small smirk wormed its way onto his face. "Well then, I hope you're ready for anything then, Yugito-San..."
"What do you mean by that?" The girl asked, her eyes narrowing slightly at the tone of his voice-a teasing, humorous sound.
"While it's true that I am looking for something, I also had some business here in Kumogakure." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't fully true either. He had, several years ago, made a contract with a woman in the village. 'Scratch my Back and I'll Scratch Yours' worked both ways. Especially if that person begged for assistance. However, this calling card wasn't something that was going to be collected now. Oh no. The woman he had decided to visit until he found his shadow was a remarkable seals master...And he had some coin to burn. 'As for punishment for revealing yet another human to our kind...Well, I'll just turn her into a debt.' Yugito was strange for a girl her age from what he had seen so far. She didn't seem to be interested in boys and she didn't have much to offer to Yume when she was talking to Yamcha about why boys felt the need to burp as loud as they could and then not excuse themselves afterward. Instead, she had mainly berated the boy for being a pig and then let Yume continue scolding him. She also had the air of a grown, solider about her. If something wasn't an order, he wasn't sure if she would do it. 'Even her following me is because of an order...' An order he hadn't heard, but still an order.
"What kind of business?" Yugito asked, cocking her head slightly to her right; something that Naruto had seen many different species of animal do when seeing something they weren't entirely sure about or what it meant or did.
"Just grabbing a few souvenirs, that's all." He answered nonchalantly.
"Family?"
"Nope." He shook his head. Only a few members of his family truly deserved a gift...Well, unless that gift was death...Then all but two or three of them deserved it. The conversation fell silent as the two 'teens' walked through the village proper, which somehow had turned into something of a spectacle for several groups of villagers who stopped and stared at them. Idly, as they turned down a smaller street that led toward a series of smaller houses and shops, Naruto wondered if they were staring at his oddly colored eyes or not. 'Strange though...' He told himself as the duo walked along, 'I feel as if I've done something like this before...'
-o-
Surrounded by the wooden boards that made up the walls of her shop, a woman with long black hair, tied in a ponytail that reached down to the small of her back; hovering a few scant inches away from her waistline; carefully traced a series of several complicated markings onto a fairly small, tea cup sized piece of paper with a small headed brush and black ink. Her brow was furrowed in concentration and her dark eyes focused solely on the task at hand as she worked her art.
Not even the sounds of the front door to the shop she worked in tore her away from the task at hand, nor did the sounds of footfalls as they echoed down the hallway and stopped outside the door to her work room.
"I'm busy." She snipped through the closed door, preemptively informing whomever had come to visit her.
"When will you be done?" Dark eyes narrowed further as the sound of a slightly familiar voice floated through the door.
"If you don't leave me be, then who knows. I may just screw up and have to start all over again...Or just blow the entire shop to hell." She brought her hand back and lightly touched the tip of the brush to the well of ink that sat beside her before bringing it back to paper. "But if you leave me alone, probably less than five minutes."
"We'll be waiting, then."
-o-
"I don't know whether or not I should believe you, B." A's voice left his person in a reproachful manner. "The boy that your team ran into along the mountain path turning your swords into fish seems awfully fishy to me."
"Nice!" B chimed, not caring in the slightest that his older brother glared at him harshly for calling his unintended pun. "But that's how it be, sometimes."
"Please speak like a civilized human, B." It was a waste of time-and wishes-but much like his younger brother's consistent need to rhyme and or rap; so too had his need to try and correct him. "And what about Gato? He seemed far to unhappy for my tastes." The man was a disturbing man...But the man had pockets...Deep pockets. "I assume that the meeting with the boy wasn't to his liking? Or did something else happen?" Besides delay, something of which the short man had been sure to drive home before he left the tower earlier.
"...Hmm..." The slightly younger man hummed for a good moment as he thought about the day's goings so far.
-o-
"Wah!"
"Whoa! Watch your step, Gato-San!"
"Y-You foul little urchin! You tried to shove me off the cliff!"
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did, you peasant!"
"How could I shove you when you're all the way over there, and I'm over here; by Yume-San. There's a good seven feet between the two of us."
"You turned his swords into fish earlier, don't think you can play me for a fool!"
"Gato-San...Naruto-San didn't shove you. You tripped."
"Silence, Boor! I didn't trip! He shoved me, I know he did!"
"Actually, Sir; you tripped over your own feet...Maybe should move away from the edge of the mountain for the rest of the journey..."
"I think the heats getting to him, personally."
"It is kind of hot...And he is wearing a black suit. Probably not the best kind of attire to be wearing on a hot, summer day like today."
"GU-AAH!"
"...Did he really just trip again?"
"I believe so, Yamcha."
"Oi, can anyone tell him to shut up? I was just about to tell Yume-San about my pets!"
"My...Life...Is...More important...Than your stupid...PETS!"
"...Yeah, see; when someone trips over their own feet-and almost falling off a mountain twice, where both occurrences happen within three minutes of each other; tells me that their life is more important than my pets, that's when I have to not only draw the line; but also inform them about how wrong they are."
"B-B-San!"
"What?"
"Are you seriously going to ignore me and my plight? Do something about this kid before he kills me!"
"...No..."
"W...What?!"
"Not going to."
"Why the hell not?!"
"...Nope..."
"T-That doesn't even make sense!"
"Sorry."
"No you're not!"
"Nope."
"See!"
"Nope."
"...You're screwing with me, aren't you?"
"Am I?"
"YES! Yes you are!"
"Sorry, but I don't swing that way. Kirabi is all about the ladies..."
"I'm not gay!"
"You're not?"
"Yeah, you're not?"
"You shut up!"
"Make me."
"And open myself for another atta-GUFF!-ck!...Ouch..."
-o-
"Nope...Not that I can think off." The younger of the two men lied.
"God damn it, B."
"You okay, Onii-San?"
"Sometimes I think that you do these sort of things to spite me, B..." A groaned.
"Nope." B countered. "I do these things because I'm an idiot..."
"At least there's at least one thing we can agree on."
-o-
As Gato left the meeting hall, and quickly there after; left the laundromat it had been stationed under; he couldn't help but feel like there was someone-something-watching him.
Flashing his small, beady eyes over his shoulders; the short man quickly headed off down the road toward his hotel. 'Stupid ninja...' He griped to himself as he waddled down the road, his cane impacting against the hard packed dirt beneath him; making dull 'clacking' noises with every other footfall. Passing by a group of kids playing a game of what seemed to be 'Eye-Spy', the man let out a long, loud yawn. 'All I want to do is get to the hotel and get some sleep.' A lot of energy had been spent earlier that day, a lot more than he had planned on using. His body hurt from the hike and the numerous trips he had along the trip ever since the team he had hired had picked up that insufferable blonde with the odd eyes and the ability to mock him mentally.
Then there was the part with Wamu and his dealings with the Hojo and their pet ninja. Things were going to get a lot more difficult...Especially if the old clan decided to start invading countries.
Still, those were things he could sleep on. Right now, all he wanted was to make it back to his hotel room and fall upon the cool comforters that adorned his bed and go to sleep.
So enraptured by the thought of sleep, Gato failed to spot what many others had failed to spot that day.
Slithering along behind him, jumping from surface to surface; be it along the ground or any other flat, nonliving surface; crept a long, thin shadowy entity.
Having closed his eyes in an effort to try and conserve as much energy as he could; Gato didn't even feel his waistline loosening and his belt quietly being tossed aside, the metal fastening piece landing in an open barrel full of rain water; stifling the jingling of metal as it jerked upon landing. It wasn't until a cool sensation washing over the bottom portion of his body-along side the yell of a small boy yelling out that he could see an old, fat guy's underpants-did he notice some horribly wrong.
Eyes snapping open, Gato looked down at himself, the short, fat CEO soon found himself the victim of a pantsing in the middle of a semi-busy street, full of boys and girls, men and women as well as several Chuunin and Jounin; who, by the looks on their faces; suddenly didn't seem too friendly...All that was reflected in their steps as they walked toward him en mass, was disgust and anger.
"...Oh shit..."
"Get him!"
-o-
Naruto, as well as his shadow for the afternoon-now evening; had stepped out of the shop he had decided to visit earlier in the afternoon and had barely made it onto the main strip of one of the main roads in the village; when the sight of Gato's pantsless form being hauled off down the road by no less than three Chuunin, one Jounin while a little old woman wearing a kimono hobbled after them, trying-and failing-to hit the half naked man with a hard, gnarled walking staff.
"...Why is it that whenever something funny happens, I'm never around to enjoy it?!" Naruto pouted, his lips pursed in a frown so deep that it threatened to swallow his odd colored eyes.
Yugito gave him a look for half a second before looking back at the scene down the road. She wasn't really one for pranks, but she was still human-though several people in her village seemed to take great delight in telling her otherwise-and had she had seen the sight happen from the beginning, she probably would have laughed at it.
As they stared at the spectacle, one in silent amusement and the other in self loathing disbelief; a very faint, fast entity of the color of night, slithered up behind them and jumped for the odd boy.
A shiver ran up his spine as the entity connected with him, causing a pair of dark colored eyes to narrow at him in question.
'About damn time!' Oh how late was he...He had had a very important date...But alas, now; it was far too late. As he questioned his shadow, a smile cracked upon his face, disturbing and cruel as the mental image of the entity picking on Yamcha, the black haired boy from earlier; and choke slamming Yugito into a wall filtered into his mind...
...As well as the image of the shadowy entity pulling Gato's belt off of his body and ripping his pants down around his legs in public.
So full of glee at the exploits of his irritating shadow, he narrowly missed the narrowing pair of dark orbs on his person.
"What was that?"
Whatever glee that had been transferred to him from his shadow, seemed to evaporate instantly as the words of the blonde haired girl who stood next to him reached his ears.
'Shit...' Naruto swore mentally. He hadn't had time to trap the girl into debt yet. Instead, it had happened pretty much the opposite of how he had intended it. '...Maybe she won't remember about the incident on the mountain before I got there...'
"Could you please tell me why the spirit that Yamcha and I ran across earlier today just latched onto your back, Naruto-San?"
'Or mabye she'll remember the entire thing...'
End Chapter
Well, here you go...Took me nearly a month to get it done...But then again, I've been working pretty much nonstop since the week of Thanksgiving and finally had some meaningful days off yesterday and today. Also, I know it's short...But I wanted to update the story before next year rolled by.
I'm not too pleased with this chapter, but I think that's because I'm pretty tired-spent the entire day cooking one dish-and the fact that I can't rap worth a nickle. I'm pretty sure that Rebecca Black is better than me when it comes to rapping and the like...And that's pretty sad. Oh well, hopefully you guys and gals aren't too mad.
Along side this, a bunny wearing a troll mask attacked me...And I've got to say, other than the fact that I don't know a lot of the characters and I won't have time to do much research on them for the next month or so; I like what the bunny gave me. In case you are wondering; it's a Naruto/JLU crossover with some twists. Not sure if it's going to be something I'm actually going to do, but I may do a one-shot type deal and slap it in my Idea Tome and leave it there for a while.
I won't be updating before Christmas, that's to be sure. At least not this story. Like I said, the one-shot kind of thing may happen, but other than that; nothing. Maybe after the crazy stuff that is the Holidays has gone by and the like; maybe I'll be able to write a bit better...Maybe.
Until I write again, I wish to say thanks to all who had read and to those who had reviewed.
Ja!
