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'I hope Ino, Shikamaru and Choji are at the park again today,' one Uzumaki Naruto thought as he excitedly weaved his way through the busy Konohagakure no Sato streets. Upon waking the young demon container had found himself too excited about his newly made friends to even think about staying in his apartment by himself all day. The only thing stopping from heading back to the park at six in the morning would be the fact that the boy had slept extremely uncharacteristically long, sleeping in to such late hours as nine thirty! That was more than thirteen hours!

But alas it was totally worth it. Naruto had woken up incredibly well rested, for, well, being well rested. He even got to dream of Mr Kyuubi-san again! That was two nights in a row, Naruto pondered, perhaps there was some kind of relationship between using his chakra before sleeping and having dreams so vivid it was as if he had actually OD'd on some fatal variety of hallucinogens.

Not that the blond knew what hallucinogen was…

Or how to OD on one such thing...

BUT, it would explain why his dreams were filled with flooded basements and giant talking foxes. Well at least he finally got some of the answers for questions he had in his life.

Like… that he was probably not a fox! No wait. He'd never actually asked himself that before, and hardly had a clue what a fox even was until two days prior.

Hmm, well like… Why did everybody hate him! No, wait, no, he still didn't know that one at all. He briefly entertained the idea that it was because Mr Kyuubi-san was 'sealed,' to quote the fox, inside him.

'Pfft! Yeah right, Mr Kyuubi-san is the nicest giant fox I know! No one could ever hate him! Even if he did beat up a few guys before.'

Now, Naruto didn't know much about this whole 'seal' business, but he found it was quite obvious that there was no way that a huge fox like Mr Kyuubi-san would fit anywhere inside himself, much less without Naruto himself being aware of it.

That was just stupid.

Going back to his previous thought process Naruto thought up some more questions he now had answers for.

Well, now he knew who his tousan was! Oh, wait, Mr Kyuubi-san said he wasn't his father didn't he? Damn! He was sure that whole whisker idea was flawless! He had even thought it up with friends, and friends solved everything right? At least that's what people made it out like.

Going back to the drawing board, Naruto was shocked to find he was out of questions needing answers in his life. Okay so it seemed the blond didn't actually have any answers at all. Hell he was probably in need of even more answers now! Perhaps he should re-evaluate his priorities to more important questions. Like why he was having drug-induced fox dreams for example. These were real issues in his life, not 'There is a fair chance that I am a fox,' or 'Everybody hates me for no discernable reason.' Yes they were far less important.

But that enough of the supererogatory thinking. Thinking was unnecessary in most cases of life. He was on his way to the park positioned in the east of Konoha. Specifically the east one.

Understandably the 'village hidden in the leaves' had multiple parks.

Who would've guessed?

Ginkouka Inchiki was in a very irritable mood this fine morning in Konoha.

He had a very short, stout, stature, only measuring up to 5'2", however, what he lacked in height he made up for in waistline. Which was big.

Very big.

He walked around in old clothes, making no attempt to cover his receding hairline, or even shave the growing stubble on his multiple chins for that matter. You see, there had been a remarkable series coincidences to make it to this specific scenario. It had first started years ago when his parents had gone to take a lone out of Konoha's only bank at the time, just to be denied the 10,177,900,000 yen that they needed in order to create their own private hotel. (About 100,000,000 USD)

Perhaps it was their track record? Perhaps it was the fact that Konoha didn't have that much wealth in its entirety? No one will know for sure why, but they were denied. Here the first coincidence came into play, when out of grief from not being able to have their own private hotel, eternal hate for the banker, and his mother expecting a child, his name came to be: 'Cheating Banker,' 'Ginkouka Inchiki.'

Because the name his parents gave him constantly reminded them of the hotel that could have been, Inchiki had a harsh upbringing, and this gave him a very disgusting personality. It was soon after that when the next in the series of amazing coincidences came into being, when the only available job he could find was one as a banker. One he reluctantly took.

True to his namesake he eventually became a cheating banker, that one guy that took great joy in only offering loans that only had high interest and compounded weekly.

Truly an evil person he was.

None the less, the next coincidence came to play where he had, after years of being a terrible banker, been specifically fired just one day before present time.

This left him very irritable, as one could imagine, living in a rented apartment, alone, and now without a job.

So it came to be, that just at this specific time, on this specific day, that the series of coincidences leading throughout his whole life had been building up for this one moment. The creation of the greatest enemy Konoha's civilians had ever had. You see, the civilians of Konoha never really gave a shit about any 'Madara Uchiha's,' or 'Orochi-whats-his-name-pedophile's,' they had ninja to protect them, and their children in the latter's case, from that, so their true enemies would be like the ones created today.

The greatest, and most destructive pranking duo Konoha, civilian and ninja alike, would ever witness.

In any case it had only occurred to Inchiki after he had started pouring milk on his cheap, knock-off brand cereal, that he actually didn't have enough milk for the amount of cereal he had emptied into his bowl. He would have to get more.

And that was what had given way to the ex-banker's, more so than usual, irritable attitude.

Stomping down the street as he went, Inchiki rounded on the corner he had to make, only to feel his broad midsection slam into something that, by the feel of things, was probably either small child or a large dog. Or perhaps an extremely large fox? Of course because of his size the impact had little effect on him, but peering at the ground he spotted the perpetrator.

He never would have thought that two of his guesses were right.

The stark blond hair of the child on the ground, currently making a chorus of 'Itai!'s,' was instantly recognised as the Kyuubi to the large man.

Again, irritably, Inchiki, stomped off not bothering with the child. "Outta' my way demon brat! Get lost!" he announced, firmly pushing the still-getting-up boy to the ground again, making his way to the shops.

Now don't get him wrong here, the ex-banker would say and do that to any child he ran into. Except for maybe the 'demon' part anyway. He was a firm believer of: 'I'm not happy, so you can't be happy.' He was never happy either.

Just like that, the entire meaning of Ginkouka Inchiki's life was over. It had all led up to that one moment.

Naruto just sat on the ground stunned and shocked as he stared at the leaving man with teary eyes. Sure people might not like him, but no one had ever done anything like that before. Ever. He gave a quick sniffle as he inspected his grazed knee. Yep definitely bleeding. Closing his eyes, Naruto pulled his injured knee in, hugging it to him closely. That was when something Naruto did not expect to happen, happened.

His sniffles echoed, bouncing of seemingly endless walls.

Flinging his eyes open he found himself not in the middle of the street, being ignored by everyone, but in his favourite flooded basement place, being ignored by no one. Granted the audience was only one… and they technically weren't even a person either.

Mr Kyuubi-san? What was he doing here? Was he just dreaming the whole time? Was the ramen he had this morning actually ramen? Was he really a fox? So many questions! Immediately Naruto broke out of his… whatever he was just doing, and jumped to his feet.

"Gaki," the fox started, unintentionally beating Naruto to the questions he was about to ask, "Are you going to let that stinking ningen treat you like that?" Naruto's mouth dropped wide into a big 'o' shape as he was hit with apparent realisation. Well two apparent realisations actually. First was that his Mr Kyuubi-san was actually calling him something other than 'ningen!' He thought that would never happen, and second, he finally knew what question to ask!

"Mr Kyuubi-san," the blond called, throwing an accusing finger at the bijuu, "You're not really imaginary are you!" Kurama was astonished.

"You mean… It took you this long to figure that out!" He yelled. It seemed to him like the most obvious thing ever, which meant it probably was because he was right about everything! Well most of the time anyway. "I am starting to doubt your worthiness as my- …container." Catching himself before he could say anything he didn't want to say. Hey, speaking wasn't really his strong point, for obvious reasons, being that he had spoken fewer than a hundred sentences in the same number of years. No, his strong point lie in hating stuff… and staring contests, can't forget them, they were always fun, especially when you could make the opposition go insane just from looking at them funny with a bit of killing intent.

"Soooo… is that a yes?" Naruto asked innocently, literally not understanding the answer.

"Yes - no, NO - YES!" Curse him and his unanswerable yes or no questions. "NO, I AM NOT IMAGINARY!" He finally bellowed out, cutting Naruto off when he saw the ningen preparing to make a comment, "Now… what are you going to do about the despicable ningen who brought humiliation to you?"

"Hmm, that guy who pushed me over?" Naruto glancing sadly at his apparently better knee, "What do ya' mean?" again not understanding.

Ignoring his lack of understanding, Kurama continued, by suppling his personal suggestions. He had a lot of suggestions. "Hmm, well you could start with tearing his limbs from his body, and then rend the flesh from his bones, burning and cauterising the flesh as you go, to ensure as much pain as possible. The of course you could always do one of my personal favourites and gouge out his eyes one at a time, to make sure he can actually see one of his eyeballs getting squashed before you hit a vital and let him bleed out, before feasting on the dying body. Remember that last step is the most important, if they're not properly bleeding out they can eat your insides and steal your chakra. Understand?" Naruto was horrified. He had worked hard to get his chakra and did not want it to be stolen from him anytime soon. He nodded violently, making a silent vow to always check if someone was bleeding out properly, whatever that was, before he ate them. "Good, now the last one is a nice classic. You just have to stab them right through the torso, and that's it."

"I think I get it," Naruto said, nodding confidently with his strangely fox-like face, "It's kind of like a prank right?" Thinking about a prank someone set up in his doorway at the orphanage the previous year.

"Well…" Kurama sweat dropped, "In some cases it can be yes." The surprise torso stab probably fit into that area.

"Hmm…" Naruto started, readopting his thinking pose, "Hey Mr Kyuubi-san I got a question."

One exasperated sigh later.

"What."

"Do foxes like pranks?" he asked curiously.

"Why would you need to- YES, YES THEY DO! HAPPY!?" This gaki was going to kill him. An immortal bijuu. Perhaps this child was worthy to be called his relation after all.

"Soo, I think pranks sound pretty fun too. Does that mean I'm a fox?"

"WHY! WHAT WOULD EVEN MAKE YOU THINK THAT!? NO! NO YOU ARE NOT A FOX!" he bellowed in frustration, mentally adding, 'Although with the chakra you inherited from me who knows what the hell is going to happen to you. There is a high chance my presence will play a part in it too.'

"Well you know…" Naruto said, "Anyway I reckon I can come up with some great prank ideas!"

Meanwhile

"So," Choza Akimichi started as he brought the cup of coffee to his lips, "I guess you've both heard of who your kids made friends with."

Today was the weekly gathering that Shikaku, Inoichi and himself would attend. Being that they were all on the 'inactive' list of shinobi, due to their families and positions as clan heads, this was the only way for them to regularly meet up like old times.

Best of all they could pass it off as clan business, when in reality they were just going out and getting coffees at a local coffee shop once a week.

Sometimes Shikaku had some good ideas.

"Yeah," the Nara drawled, in the natural Nara drawl, "Uzumaki Naruto, the Kyuubi jinchuriki."

"So," Inoichi said, putting his coffee down, "No doubt you inspected him. What do you make of this, Choza?"

"Nothing," Choza answered, drawing looks from the others as he drank from the cup again, "Naruto is just an innocent kid caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, the scapegoat. It's quite obvious that the Kyuubi has had no influence at all and as Jiraiya-sama said, the seal is completely stable by the looks of things."

"And the boy himself?" Inoichi asked, taking his own sip.

"A nice kid overall, kind of loud though, but," He paused, sighing, "but, you would have a ball jumping around in the kids head, pointing out all the developing and already developed mental and physiological problems the kid has, Inoichi."

"That bad huh?" Inoichi responded trying to get rid of the gleam in his eye from the prospect of all those disorders, "I kind of figured it would be."

"Yeah, by the looks of things he's either having his existence denied or hated. Hell, I'm no expert like you, but give it a few years and I bet he'll be welcoming the hatred with both arms over being ignored, if things don't change for the kid."

"Sounds troublesome," was Shikaku's only comment.

"Yeah very, but I'm sure you'll meet him soon enough," the Akimichi finished with a sip of coffee again, "The kids seemed to hit it off well."

"Hey," Inoichi said, "Aren't we like, not meant to talk about this stuff in public?"

"Eh," Shikaku shrugged, "We're clan heads having an official meeting. Plus everybody else does anyway."

It was time for Naruto's plan to be into action.

The blond was utterly stunned to find that while he spent so long talking to Mr Kyuubi-san when he 'woke up' the guy who shoved him over was still visible down the street. It was as if no time at all had passed!

Deciding to think about it later Naruto had, for lack of better words, stalked the man that pushed him over, watching as the man bought some milk from the store- 'A one litre bottle, what an idiot,' Naruto could remember thinking, -and walked home, all the while being followed by Naruto from the shadows and back alleys he knew so well.

It certainly was a hard task for Naruto to stay so quiet and… well, not excited.

Upon finding the man's home, a cheap, small apartment way worse than his own, Naruto than headed off to procure some of the 'special' paint that Mr Kyuubi-san recommended. The conversation had started with Naruto claiming he needed some orange paint…

Flashback

"We could use some orange paint for it?" Naruto asked the giant fox, curious to its suggestion.

"Hmmmm… While orange is obviously the greatest of the colours, I believe that paint is despicably inadequate for this revenge." Naruto pouted, "Enough of that! Luckily for you, you have the pinnacle of all knowledge with you, and I know of something that would be excellent, some 'special' paint," Kurama answered, while orange paint would work, it wouldn't even hold a candle to what he had in mind. All the child needed was styrofoam and some high octane liquid petroleum. Yes this would be a good revenge. Perhaps even one to remember, after all, this was the first time he had ever collaborated on a revenge for anything. He was usually to prideful to do that. In any case this 'prank' would be magnificent, naturally, of course, it did come from a being born of his own chakra after all. Well most of it. All the child needed was some pushing in the right direction. Some guidance.

"Really!?" Naruto said exuberantly, keen to hear what his Mr Kyuubi-san had to say, as he hopped from foot to foot, sloshing in the water, "What is it?! Is it really cool!?"

An odd, slightly twisted grin spread onto the foxes face as he heard this, along with a funny feeling in his gut. 'Odd.' He thought, 'I haven't eaten anyone recently…' He didn't know what exactly to think of this, and as such, just brushed it off.

"Yes, it is. They call it… napalm."

End Flashback

It was past lunchtime when Naruto had found both of the materials needed to make the 'special' paint. They were surprisingly easy to find, it turned out he passed some of the sty-ro-fome stuff he needed, nearly every day in the one of the dumpsters behind one of the bigger shops in Konoha.

The liquid petrolli-whatever was quite a lot harder to find, but after some descriptions from Mr Kyuubi-san he had eventually sniffed a rusted can full of the stuff out. Literally. He could smell that stuff a mile away.

Naruto had taken the ingredients home, before he became struck with realisation.

He hadn't had Ichiraku's in days! That needed to be fixed.

Naturally both Ayame-nee chan and Teuchi-oyaji were both very happy to see their favourite customer run in for a late lunch and start excitedly telling them about his new friends. Oddly enough Naruto didn't tell them about Mr Kyuubi-san, he didn't know why, but he felt that maybe they wouldn't believe him or something. Even to Naruto himself the whole thing seemed a little silly.

The afternoon had been spent preparing the 'paint,' which in Naruto's personal opinion, was way easier than making paint was supposed to be, and gathering the other materials needed to pull his prank off.

Then one instant ramen dinner later, and it brought the blond up to current time.

It was time for Naruto's plan to be into action.

Naruto sat with his back resting upon the wall of the alley he was in, backpack resting at his side, containing all the equipment he would need for the prank. He pouted as he waited for the man to leave his house.

"Hey Mr Kyuubi-san," Naruto started. If anyone were to see him they were sure to think he was crazy. "Are you sure he's gonna come out?"

'You dare doubt me?' Was the response via booming voice in his head. Naruto scrunched his face up.

"Well, no… but it just doesn't look like he's gonna come out!"

'Do not worry. He will," the fox replied, 'AND FOR THE LAST TIME, JUST THINK WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY!'

'Oh, oops,' the blond replied sheepishly, when suddenly some movement from his peripherals caught his attention. The man whose name he didn't know, even after a morning of stalking, was going out!

"Sugoi!" Naruto breathed out, already forgetting to think what he wanted to say, "Your right Mr Kyuubi-san! He's going! How'd you know?!"

'Just… set the revenge up and get in a good spot to watch it unfold,' the frustrated fox replied.

"Okay!"

With that Naruto quickly ran up to the crappy apartment and swung the already unlocked door open. 'Geez,' Naruto thought, gazing upon the interior of the 'house,' 'No wonder he doesn't lock his door!'

Wasting no time the demon container threw his backpack to the floor and grabbed all of the equipment, hastily installing it the apartment, as per the directions from the demon himself, to make sure everything worked to perfection.

The entire process had only taken about five minutes for Naruto. Swinging the bag onto his back he quickly sped his way out of the apartment, although taking time to carefully close the door, leaving it exactly how he found it. Now it was time to think of a place to watch it from. He would have to be able to see the building from there. It would have to be up high for the best of views, too. Turing his head around he saw it.

'That place jiji took me the other day!' That one definitely matched all the criteria, and it was pretty close too. Naruto didn't know exactly how much time he had left till the guy came back either, so he left for the Hokage Monument, if he remembered correctly, that's what it was called.

He had a lot of stairs to climb.

Ginkouka Inchiki cursed himself for his stupidity.

Who in their right mind went out and brought a one litre carton of milk when they were completely out!

Who did that!

All he wanted was to have a glass of milk with his dinner, but noooooo, of course he couldn't have that, could he!

In his frustration he had simply gone out and brought another one litre carton of milk, completely disregarding his own dinner, which honestly, was probably ice cold by now. Smart choice.

Nothing could make this day worse. 'Absolutely nothing at all,' He thought as he opened his front door violently. Like usual. Only to hear an odd, yet familiar, 'schhh-woosh' kind of sound, the kind you can't put into words but try anyway. Not like usual. Glancing down at the strange sounding noise, Inchiki spotted it. A small match taped to the inside of his door, which had actually managed to light itself on the doorframe. He rose a hand to put the snuff out the offending object, when he suddenly drew his hand back, using reflexes that he really shouldn't have, as the whirr of rope and wire mechanisms sounded. An object – a water balloon he would later recall – flung itself from behind the door and, much to the horror of the ex-banker, caught fire, of all things, as it flew past the match. Yet it didn't end there as while mid-air a second water balloon was flung perpendicular to the original. Shy mere millimetres from hitting the new balloon, the original seemed to finally notice the fire surrounding it, and popped, spattering a thick, gooey, flaming liquid all over the wall and balloon in its path, setting fire to it all. It didn't even end there either, this new balloon soon came to meet a third one, which then in turn met a fourth and fifth one, carrying the thick, flaming napalm to cover the complete interior of his house.

Throughout this whole process Inchiki just sat there watching, helpless as his home was being remodelled from a total dump to a total dump of ash.

The milk carton had long since dropped from his chubby fingers as he came to a realisation.

"This place is rented!" he cried in despair.

How a five year-old could set this up in five minutes would forever be a mystery.

Said five year-old found himself watching on in awe, from the top of the head of the Yondaime Hokage, as one particular home in Konohagakure was suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree. Like an over stocked Christmas tree – on fire. Lit up in his new favourite way.

Like a star in the sky, the fires from the napalm lit up the village for streets around, stretching up into the sky itself, in a battle to outshine the moon and stars of the night themselves.

It was truly magnificent.

A small frown marred the boy's lips as he noticed the man run out of his glowing home.

He did not look happy.

Didn't he enjoy it too? Hmm, was the person you were pranking meant to enjoy it as well?

'You missed him.' Mr Kyuubi-san piped in, unamused.

"WHAT!" Naruto exclaimed, shocked, "Wouldn't it hurt him if he was put on fire?"

'THAT'S THE POINT!'

"I don't…" the blond started, cutting himself off with a long yawn, "…I don't want anyone to get hurt but… Just… Hey Mr Kyuubi-san?"

'What now?' the irritable fox replied.

"Do you reckon anyone would mind if I just slept up here?" asked the tired blond. He had had a big day.

'And how am I meant to know that!'

"Well, you said you were the pini-cal?" he said as more of a question as he tried the new word out in his mouth, "of all knowledge."

'Grr… fine! No, they wouldn't mind! AND JUST THINK YOUR RESPONSE!'

"Oh, okay…" the child said sleepily, obviously ignoring the last comment, as he rest his head on the rock, savouring the coolness it gave off in the warm hi no kuni night. Between his ever growing blinks Naruto watched as the warm glow of the fire was drowned out by water from some odd men wearing what looked like, from up there, some kind of masks, before any major structural damage was inflicted upon the building, nearly all the damage being simply cosmetic.

With that Naruto simply slipped away into unconsciousness, or, well, his subconscious anyway.

Unlike other times in the flooded basement, Naruto found that this time he was very much just as tired as when he was awake. And that sucked.

With sloppily placed steps, he sloshed his way into the room containing the oh-so-fearsome Mr Kyuubi-san.

"Mr Kyuubi-san," Naruto said, gathering the fox's unsurprised attention. After two nights of being annoyed, Kurama was full aware that there would be a third, and then a fourth, and the a fifth, and then a… etc. He was not looking forward to it. "I still feel sleepy!" cried the boy. Or maybe not?

"Then go to sleep." Kurama said flatly, closing his eyes, trying to get some sleep himself. Perhaps he could sleep through the blond menace?

'The gaki's probably just mentally exhausted from several days without any proper sleep.'

"Aren't I already sleeping but?" He asked again, pouting and rubbing his eye in a tired manner.

"Just go to sleep and give me some peace." Naruto seemed to think about this for a second before nodding his head and making his way over to the rusted bars that kept the fox confined.

This puzzled Kurama. He kept a red eye open, tracking the boy's movements. Reaching the bars he simply walked right on through, without even a second of hesitation. This garnered the bijuu's full attention, as he raised his head off the odd coloured water, watching the ningen intently. What the hell was he doing? Walking almost in a trancelike state the human soon stood directly in front of the fox literally hundreds of times his own size.

"Gaki," Kurama said in a fierce tone, staring down the aforementioned 'brat,' "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting some sleep," he said as if pointing out the obvious, pulling a small funny face. With that the blond made a quick, but sloppy, walk over to the fox, plonking himself down in the water, quite ungracefully, as he lay himself down against Kurama's arm? Leg? Whatever the arm-leg was.

Throughout the proceedings said fox simply stared astonished. "Gaki." He repeated, "What are you doing."

"I… I don't wanna sleep by myself in here," Naruto said, a little ashamed, "This place scares me a little." Although Naruto had run through the place a couple of times by this point, he still found it a little weird and scary the way all the corridors seemed to stretch on forever.

Now Kurama didn't know what to do, and as such fell back on an old classic tactic. Deny its existence and you don't have to worry anymore. So he just gave a gruff 'Hmppf.' and rested his head back down.

It was however, very hard to ignore the blond gaki on his arm-leg-whatever.

"…Hey, Mr Kyuubi-san…" it uttered sleepily.

One deep sigh later.

"What."

"…I like fire. It's really pretty…" At least it wasn't another question. Thank kami for that.

"Yes it is. Get used to it, you'll be working with it in future." And it was true, Kurama had come up with plenty of plans for the gaki over the day.

"Okay." He said with a small smile.

Of course it was only another minute or two until Naruto had to speak again, even if he was more asleep than awake at this point.

"…Hey tousan…" He mumbled tiredly, this time not even giving the fox a chance to respond, "…I like your hair… its soft and makes me feel warm and safe…"

"I'm not your-!" he was cut off as he found the blond was already asleep. That and that pesky feeling in his gut again. Seriously he hadn't even eaten anything in five years! The feeling gave way to a very strange impulse that overtook him. Curious to the nature of something he hadn't yet experience in all his years of life, he decided to indulge the impulse.

"Sleep well… Naruto," he said, much to his own surprise, before moving one of his nine majestic tails over to the boy, wrapping it around him, careful not to jostle him from his sleep. He didn't want to answer more questions.

'Okay,' he thought, snapping to his senses, 'What the fuck was that?!'

"-AND IT"S FUR NOT HAIR!"

A/N: Oh, my, god. I have recently discovered the amazing super special awesomeness that is the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy.

I freaking love that book. So anyway, my reading it may have unconsciously affected my writing here.

Anyway, because of family visiting for the school holidays here in Australia, I will be unable to write much for the next few weeks.

just a heads up.

As said before though, thankyou sooooooo, much to anyone that favourited, followed, reviewed, or even just read. It means a lot.

As a response to hiddenshade knownwitch: Haha, no ino isn't really blind, it's just a random thought I had at 2 am. But really how does she see without pupils?

As a response to DrBananaFace: Good to see an Australian here! Anyway, the 'kyuubi shrines' is just a reference to something real life fangirls, sometimes fanboys, do. Its where they become so obsessed with something that they start to worship it like a religion, designating part of their own home, as a 'shrine,' to their obsession. It's really quite scary actually.

As a response to Kedo: Sorry, but actually we get two chapters of filler and bonding stuff first :P

As a response to mellra: Glad you're enjoying, now as for the pairing... well, I'm simply not sure about it yet, so I am going to leave Naruto as, at the very least, neutral with all possible pairings to keep it open so to speak.

Now I think that's covered everything. and it is now 3:16 am. great. Note to self: do not write and edit on the same night - bad idea.

Ja ne!