Sorry for late chapter... Really late chapter. I think i promised this, like, a week after the last chapter. Not. Four months. Well, the real juice starts now. All the real plot starts this chapter. No more aimless wandering, I think I found enough of that in skyrim, LOTR, and every epic I've ever read. We're going to have an actual plot! As I go to bed, I get all these great ideas, then at around 10pm, when I actually go to write it down, holy crap where'd it go. I had it last night. So, now, I have a brilliant idea. One that takes sheer genial force of mind to come up with. I'll write BEFORE I go to sleep. So, now I got an iPad so I may be able to write IN class as well, so you can expect chapters faster. Buuuuut, don't count on it. I'm known to be a pocrastinator. I'll write like 5 words then call it a day. But 20 reviews? This is the fan fiction equivalent to being as famous as Gabe Newell: Most people don't know who you are, but the people who do worship you like a god. OH! Nearly forgot my disclaimer. Why do I need to write one anyway? I'm sure Jump has better things to do than taking down. Fanfictions. But what do I know about corporations. Apple sued Samsung for using round squares. Or something like that. I love just spamming whatever comes to mind in the introduction. Tis quite relaxing. Aaaahhh, most of you probably don't even find me funny. And the few of you that do find me funny in that retarded way that people in England generally use to laugh at American republicans. But what do I know about politics. I'm probably talking straight out of my ass right about now. Wait what was I supposed to be writing about? Oh yeah, Naruto. Weeeeeeellll this is the chapter. But I assume you already knew that. "Unless maybe you're just stupid"-Sir Monkey D. Luffy.


POV: Nagato


I stare up at the ceiling, and it stares back down, almost disapprovingly. It's a konoha ceiling, on a Konoha building, in a Konoha street, In the Konoha city. I do't like Konoha, but I don't hate it either. I don't like the city. I don't like the laws. I don't like the values. I don't like the buildings, the streets, the sewers, the shops, the plazas, or the hospitals. I don't like the culture, the food, the moral, the air, or the people. But Amekagure is no better. I doubt anywhere is better. So, I really don't mind staying here. But I wish I did. I wish Amegakure was beautiful, so it would be dull here in comparison. I wish Amegakure's people were kinder, so Konoha's would be greedy monsters in comparison. But most of all, I wish Amekagre was home, so I could feel homesick, so I could know there was someplace that would always be there to take me. Maybe I just envy the people of Konohagakure. One day, we will go back to our land. And we will turn it into the land of our dreams. But until then, everyday is a mystery.

I sit up in my bed. The window next to me spills light on the room. There isn't much of anything in it. Just the bed I'm sitting on. I'm bandaged up pretty well; they completely removed those rods. I try to move my legs. I can manage to move them with some difficulty, but there's no doubt in my mind that I still can't walk. I guess I have to wait for someone to come in and get me.

I scoot over and look out the window. It's just a regular Konoha day, people are casually strolling through the boulevard, ducking in and out of whatever shop that happens to be nearby. They don't look like they have anywhere in particular to be. As if they wander KonohaIt's a sunny morning, and it can't be past 11:00. I love mornings. It's as if everything that happened the day before means nothing, and it's a new day, and a new beginning. Mornings are warm and welcoming, bright and cheerful. Maybe I like mornings so much because they cheer me up.

Two knocks on the door interrupt me from my aimless pondering.

"COME IN!"

The door is unlocked, and even if it were it can only be unlocked with a key. It's a sturdy door, too. It doesn't look like it can be broken down easily. Seems like the hospital wants to ensure safety of patients from intruders. An odd priority, for a hospital. Of course, I wouldn't know, as there were no hospitals left standing in amegakure. Neither side wanted a place for the opposing armies to heal, so they burnt down hospitals. Maybe thats why this hospital is so sturdy. They don't want anyone to sneak in on injured ninjas and finish the job. I guess Konoha isn't as peaceful as it appears.

The door opens and Jiraiya sensei comes in first, followed closely by Konan and, Yahiko, who has a huge smile on his face.

"Good morning Nagato!" Yahiko uses the loudest of outdoor voices to say this, and there isn't any doubt in my mind that the neighboring rooms can hear him. Konan and Jiraiya repeat Yahiko's message, but at a more well suited volume. They both look happy, but neither is smiling as brightly as Yahiko, whose grin takes up a good chunk of his face.

"Good morning," I throw out to everyone at once.

Jiraiya speaks first. "How are you feeling, Nagato? They say the medicine of this country outdoes all others."

"Although I still can't walk, all my other injuries are gone. I can't even tell that I was harmed."

"It's amazing! I don't even feel any discomfort, forget about pain. There's not even a scar on my chest! How are thing like these even possible? This is nothing short of a miracle! We have to learn how to do this. Jiraiya sensei, do you think you could find us a teacher?" Yahiko blurts out without a second thought.

Jiraiya laughed a sailors laugh at that, and offered his reponse. "Learning medical ninjustsu takes years of practice. But maybe we can find someone to teach you three the basics."

"Speaking of medicine," Jiraiya countinues, "Lord Third and Tsunade are in the hallway as we speak, discussing your condition, Nagato."

"The third Hokage is here?" Konan asks. I wouldn't think that someone as important as him would have enough free time to visit a patient he has never met before in his life.

"The Hokage is often here. He always finds time to visit the sick and wounded. It's just a coincidence that he is here when we need him. The whole village looks up to the Hokage, he really is a people's person. Still, there are people who'd like to take him out. He was my old teacher, you know."

A hoarse, jolly laugh echoes throughout the outside hall, and seems to be moving towards my room.

"I hear someone talking about me!"

The third hokage and lady Tsunade walk into the room, followed by what looks like the hokage's assistant. The hokage is dressed in the bright red robes that signify him as the governor of the land of fire. He is old, very old, but he burns bright, as if stealing the color from his robes. How appropriate.

Amegakure had near no political power. Our leader, Hanzo, could only make appeals during Kage summits. He could not vote or introduce bills. Not that he would want to, anyway. The only thing that mattered to that man was his own power. They say that at one point Hanzo was a man for his country. But, at one point he started to dislike people. Not anyone in particular. Just disliking people in general.

"Good morning, everyone." He says with a genuine smile on his face.

Konan and I nearly mumble "good morning", but Yahiko and Jiraiya nearly yell it, Jiraiya because it's his old teacher, and Yahiko just because he can. Jiraya bows down deeply, and Konan follows his example.

"Ahaha, please, skip the formalities, Jiraya boy. Well. You three must be the trio that I've been hearing about," he says turned to us. "You three are from amegakure, correct?"

Only Yahiko nods his head.

The Third frowns a little at this. It is not exactly the enthusiasm he expected from people as young as us. He doesn't frown much, though. His facial expression hardly changes, at least, not enough for someone to be able to tell that he is frowning. But you still somehow know that he is. It may be more of a lack of a smile than an abundance of a frown.

"Well, I'd like to hear a bit about you three first, before we start doing any real discussing." His smile was back.

"Pardon me, lord Third, You have a meeting coming up in 10 minutes. We really don't have the time to be personal in this situation." The adviser speaks for the first time since his arrival. In all honesty, I'm glad I don't have to repeat my story. Dwelling on the past can do no good.

Tsunade speaks. "Lord Hiruzen, I already briefed the situation to you. If you-"

"Tsunade, please. You cannot put down your duties for something as arbitrary as if, the people of Amegakure have done us no wrong. Which is more than I can say for the other way around. We owe this help to them. They will be healed, but whether or not they can stay is not a matter I can decide on my own. A meeting will be held exactly one week from now to decide on just that."

"They are marked in the bingo book!"

"Enough, Tsunade. You will fulfill your duties with grace and ambition. I shall take my leave now."

"Yes, master."

The third Walks out calmy. For someone as old as him, he brought an insane amount of emotions, not his emotions, but our emotions. Just his presence could make a person happy sad, angry, calm, and even driven insane. And the most empowering part of it was that he could choose exactly which emotion he wanted to give out. That is what gives him such a reassuring aura, and what makes the people of this country believe in him.

He seems to have taken the life with him; the room is dead quiet after he leaves. Even Jiraiya and Yahiko just stare at their feet, like children.

Lady Tsunade lets out a sigh. It's long and exasperated, as if she's been holding that one mouthful of air the whole time that the third hokage was here.

"Come on, red hair. Let's get started."


The operation turns out to be just some advanced medical jutsu. It's about a 1 hour operation. The first 45 minutes go quite silently. The healing gives off a weird tingling sensation, like after getting pins and needles on a limb that you choked while sleeping. I watch her all through her work, never making eye contact. It's almost mesmerizing.

She turns her head towards me just a little bit. "Sorry about all that, red hair."

I pause for a moment. "There's no need to be sorry."

She sighs. "I was trying to deny you treatment."

"Really, it's ok. I understand why you'd be hesitant to give treatment to an outsider who just randomly barges his way into the village, with who knows what intentions."

"It's not just that. Not only did I not believe Jiraiya, my closest friend, but I denied you treatment because of my selfishness."

"What does this have to do with selfishness."

"I have somewhat of a grudge against your country."

"I would hardly consider it my country. It's about as hospitable to us as hell."

"Well, the war that happened across Amegakure a couple years ago... both my brother and my boyfriend were killed fighting in that war..."

She pauses for a moment then continues. "All I have to remember them by now is this necklace I wear." ..."They say it repels demon chakra." She gives a couple of quick, sad chuckles.

I take this as a chance to respond. "You know... my parents were killed in the same war" I say this while looking down.

"Were they fighting in it...?"

"No...No, they were civilians."

"Did...did we kill them?"

"Yeah."

She pauses for a full minute, as if thinking about the correct response. Then, she ends the conversation with one word.

"Oh."


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND its done. Happy four months not not updating FRIENDS. I think this chapter was written a lot better than the previous two. I tried to use subtle actions to characterize my characThors. ASGARD! Hahaha I should stop talking. Well, after writing about 2 and a half words a day, I hope you guys enjoy. We'll be seeing some of Minato and schtuff next chiptear. I promise, upon my heart that the next chapter will be out in 1-2 weeks. And by that I mean 4-6 months. Happy soon-to-be memorial day. Unless you don't live in america. Eurofags. Hahaha I kid you Europeans. I love you guys too. I really should stop talking now. And laughing at my own jokes.