Chapter 4
Pandemonium.
It was the first word that came to his mind once Naruto arrived on the scene of the explosion. The center of town was an absolute mess, with buildings crumbling left and right and the deafening sounds of paper bomb and jutsu adding to the confusion. Civilians were screaming and running through the decimated streets like chickens with their head cut off. By the time Naruto arrived to the scene there were already several bodies littering the streets—both of ninja and civilian. Among them were the clashing figures of Konoha ninjas and...
"Rain-nin?" he gasped, catching sight of a headband. What the hell were rain ninja doing in Konoha? Weren't they allies?
Naruto shook his head, irately telling himself that this was no time to be questioning why this was happening. Without further hesitation he sent thirty of his clones into existence.
"Spread out!" he barked at them, "don't let them get any further into the village!"
From a bird's eye point of view the mayhem in the streets below had suddenly been infiltrated by several dozen specs of orange, each one engaging several ninjas at a time and helping civilians escape unharmed. The original Naruto was every bit as active—though for every one ninja he killed, three more would take its place, adding to his frustration. Despite keeping himself sufficiently occupied he couldn't help but subconsciously note how bizarre the entire situation was.
Naruto ducked under a flying kick, swinging a kunai around his finger before gripping it with a tight fist and jamming it into the throat of a rain-nin behind him. The body crumpled to the ground yet Naruto hardly paid it any attention—he was already engaged in the next hand-to-hand battle. He had seen a swarm of Abureme bugs consume a group of Rain-nin earlier as well as the large, thundering ball of an Akimichi bowl down several different squadrons. Kakashi was spotted at one point, just returning from his mission, as were Ten-ten and Shizune separately. It was a small comfort to know his friends were out and about in the same area.
"Naruto, I need some help over here!"
He glanced to his left to see Shikamaru holding three ninjas in his shadow binding jutsu with two more flying down at him from above—the position of the sun gave the aerial opponents them no shadows for the Chuunin to work with.
"Right!" Naruto called, springing forward with enough power to meet them mid-air. The first one stabbed at him with a katana. The blade sliced through his body with ease and the ninja bore a cruel smirk on his face at Naruto's shocked expression. The victory was short lived as a scream turned the man's attention to his descending partner in time to get a spray of blood in the face.
"What the—" the man never finished his sentence as his spine was torn in half by a blue, spinning ball of energy to the back. It was then, at the very same time, that the boy on the end of his katana poofed out of existence.
Naruto landed in a crouch along with the two bodies of the formerly attacking ninja. Seeing their comrades incapacitated so quickly only infuriated the three enemies who were being held immobile by Shikamaru. Before they could begin to increase their struggle, two shadowy hands rose from the ground, each gripping the neck of a Rain-nin, while Naruto pounced with the intention of gutting the third ninja in Shikamaru's grasp. Shikamaru released Naruto's next victim before the kunai sliced into the unprotected belly, all the while gaining more strength to effectively snap the other two necks. Three more Ame ninjas were down for the count.
"Thanks," Shikamaru breathed, standing from his kneeling position as Naruto took a stance, back to back with him, "Don't suppose you know why we're being attacked by Amegakure?"
"No," Naruto answered, "but don't you find it weird?"
Shikamaru snorted, briefly taking on another rain-nin and kicking him away, "Of course it's weird. They attack out of the blue and with seemingly no purpose. It's obvious that their skills are inferior to ours; even with their numbers they have no hope of overpowering us. They're fighting us just for the sake of fighting us."
"No, not that," Naruto grunted in annoyance, fending off yet another attack, "They're all attacking from the entrance of the village. They're not coming from any other part of the village or trying to spread around."
Shikamaru looked shocked for a moment, not only at the new piece of information, but also at the fact that he had completely missed such an obvious detail while Naruto had spotted it right away.
"You're right..." he muttered to himself, and as he pieced everything together he was nearly distracted enough to miss the kunai flying at his head. Nearly. "It's almost as if this were some kind of distra—"
"FUCK!"
Without waiting to hear the rest of what Shikamaru had to say Naruto bolted off, leaving the battle at a speed fast enough for him to be considered the second coming of the Fourth.
"Hey! Hey Naruto!" Shikamaru called out to his retreating comrade. He felt a brief numbness as he watched the fading orange back of his friend who was apparently heading into the safety of the village, hardly noticing that more enemy ninja were closing in on him.
"TSUUGA!"
A projectile cyclone took out the encircling ninja, sending at least a dozen bodies flying off with screams.
"What the hell, Shikamaru!" the cyclone-turned-Kiba shouted. Akamaru came bounding over seconds later, the leg of a rain-nin still dangling from his teeth, "It's not like you to space out like that in the middle of a battle!"
The large, white canine barked in agreement. Shikamaru swallowed and shook his head, getting back into the battle frame of mind.
"You're right, I'm sorry. It's just...Naruto, he—he just ran off..."
"What?" Kiba gasped, absentmindedly fighting off two other nins, "No way, that's not like him."
"I know, but he just took off back into the village while we were in the middle of fighting..."
"That—I don't believe it! Not Naruto!"
"Retreat! Retreat!" One of the rain ninjas began shouting to the few comrades he had left. The tides had turned, and now it was the Konoha ninjas that were on the offensive, refusing to let their attackers escape without punishment. Ibiki was going to have a field day tonight.
With the lessened opposition keeping his attention, Shikamaru finally had the time to appreciate the damage around him. Hundreds of bodies—the large majority of which were rain-nin—decorated the once peaceful streets of Konoha. No more civilians were in view, just the crumbling buildings and decimated front gate.
Still, the disconcerting leave of the blonde continued to plague his mind.
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The terrifying images that struck him like a sledge hammer when the clone at his apartment was forcibly dispelled were enough to stop Naruto's heart in mid-beat. He couldn't even feel the slightest bit of remorse for abandoning Shikamaru in the middle of a fight; his whole body, mind and soul were focused on one thing: getting to his apartment.
Buildings flashed by, hardly registering in his mind as his feet took him to his own residence in no time. His door was missing, the frame jagged and contorted.
Terror turned into hysteria.
Scarcely breathing anymore, Naruto threw himself inside, kicking aide the scraps of his door and ignoring his haywire instincts. The furniture of his sitting room was upturned and broken, holes were punched through walls and the entire apartment reeked of fresh blood. And there, standing naught twenty feet away from him, was Hoshigaki Kisame, Samehada resting effortlessly over his shoulder.
But Naruto wasn't looking at Kisame, nor was he looking at the destruction of his apartment. He was looking at the ground right before him—at the prone and unmoving form of Kensha which was releasing large amounts of dark blood.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Jinchuuriki brat," the razor-toothed swordsman grinned, "cute broad you got here. There's nothing sweeter than a woman covered in her own blood."
"Y-You..." Naruto could hardly get the words out of his mouth as his world came crashing down around him. It was a nightmare—it wasn't really happening. He wasn't looking at the broken, bloodied body of his fiancé crumpled at the feet of a monster. He wasn't. He was sleeping...he was...
"I was wondering when you would show up," Kisame continued to smile that evil, twisted smile as little, yellow eyes soaked up the internal agony displayed on Naruto's face with relish, "After all, It wouldn't do for me to return without you. Pein-sama didn't send all those hapless ninja to be slaughtered just so you could slip through his fingers again."
"W-w-what?" inside Naruto was screaming at himself to do something other than stare and stutter, but the situation just wasn't processing in his brain. It was as though his mind simply refused to believe what he was looking at. After all, he was supposed to be getting his family; he was supposed to be a father. He was supposed to be looking at apartments with his fiancé tomorrow. This...this just wasn't possible.
A soft, but audible, moan drew both men's attention to the huddled girl. Her eyes clenched shut and a sob escaped her lips as she curled her body in towards her stomach in an unconscious act to protect her baby.
"Ho, ho! It looks like there's a little life left in the bitch after all," Kisame sneered and he raised Samehada with the clear intention to finish the job.
Naruto snapped.
Kyuubi's chakra blasted out of his body, swirling around him in a furious whirlwind of red chaos. But for once, he and the Kyuubi were in accord. Distantly he could hear the beast roaring for vengeance for the life of its kit in the back of his mind.
Samehada had hardly descended an inch before a gnarled, clawed hand had griped the sword by its wrapped blade. Kisame could only shake his head in mirth as the legendary sword began to take advantage of being held barehanded, spiking out and piercing through the bones and flesh of the hand. And yet...his opponent didn't seem to retract his grip as the swordsman had expected.
"So—you like chakra?" Naruto hissed, baring his long canines at the taken aback shark. His grip on Samehada tightened, claws sinking into the thick wrappings and scratching the blade. He began to pump scores of demonic chakra into Samehada which, at first, greedily sucked it up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kisame grunted, trying to shake the kid off. But an inhuman strength had possessed the boy and Kisame watched in fascinated horror as Samehada was quickly—impossibly—brought to its limit. Naruto had kept his deceptively calm gaze on his adversary, the red irises striking the core of the former mist-nin.
"I bet you never encountered anyone with more chakra than your fancy sword could handle," Naruto rumbled slowly, feeling a twisted pleasure in drawing this out, "But this isn't ordinary chakra, as you know. This is demonic chakra, poisonous to all but those who harbor it."
Even as he said it the sword began to groan, communicating its pain to its wielder.
"You little shit!" Kisame roared, drawing his other fist back to physically detach Naruto from his sword, but the fist was caught in Naruto's other hand, just as effortlessly as the sword had been stopped.
"You have hurt my mate and my kit," Naruto snarl and his voice seemed to deepen to the point where it almost sounded dual—as though there were two voices coming from one throat. More chakra began to pour out of his body, this time expertly directed into both the sword and Kisame. The sharkish Missing-nin had never felt pain like this; it was as though he were being boiled from the inside out, yet having his skin curl away from his body at the same time. The strength at which the boy held both him and his sword at bay was unreal—so unreal that he knew it wasn't just the boy he was dealing with.
Malice poured out along with the chakra, choking and poisoning. Samehada gave one, last and final groan as a red glow emitted from beneath the wrappings, before the piercing wail of a crack gave way. Kisame howled; the sudden, broken connection between he and his sword tore at his mind, nearly bringing him to his knees. Naruto ripped the remains of the blade from Kisame's weakened grasp and threw it absently behind him.
"You're going to feel everything that she felt and then some, bastard!"
Naruto jerked the arm in his hand forward, bringing the temporarily unstable fish-man into his other fist only to be struck back across the room and imprinted into the opposite wall. Kisame had relied on his Samehada and his substantial amounts of chakra—they were what made him unique and dangerous enough to be recognized by the Akatsuki. To have his blade broken—to have the connection torn from his mind so suddenly and so violently—had left him in an incapacitated state...long enough for even a half-wit Jinchuuriki to take advantage of.
Naruto was before him once more, this time taking the blue-man's head in his hands, stabbing his claws right through the skull, and directing even more of the raw chakra into the shuddering body.
Kisame screamed as the poisoned chakra surged into his head through any opening. It was too much; the Kyuubi's potent chakra was melting his brain, stirring up his own chakra to work against him, suffocating, blistering, pounding until blood—so dark that it was nearly black—began to drip out of his nose, ears, mouth and eyes. His body began to toss around and a frothy substance dribbled out between his teeth, mixing with the thick blood.
The screams of the thrashing man sounded so disturbingly sweet to Naruto's ears. Any other time he would have been horrified at what he was doing, but with his and the Kyuubi's intent harmonious for the first time ever—and, as a result, his control over his tremulous demonic chakra oddly superb—the primal urge for a messy revenge trumped any humane queasiness.
The struggles began to slow and the ear-splitting screams died down into gurgles and spumes. It wasn't much longer before Hoshigaki Kisame, formerly of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, stilled in death.
Naruto stood panting for a moment with his blood-covered hands still crushed into the man's skull. Slowly, as if waking from a daze, he detached himself from the cooling corpse, blinking rapidly as red irises faded into blue. Shaking his head, he swallowed back the bile that rose from the combined stench and sight.
"Nnnn—" a harsh coughing crashed through the stillness, "Na-Naruto..."
"Kensha!" he gasped, tears springing to his eyes at the sound of her voice. He whirled around, throwing himself to her side and gently rolling her onto her back. He could hardly pinpoint her wounds for all the blood.
"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry—I—I—don't..." his brain was shutting down; he didn't know what to do. His intended wife lie dying in his arm, tortured and bleeding, her heartbeat slowing and her breathing labored. Kensha struggled to keep her eyes open.
"P-please make it st-stop...," she whimpered and his heart broke, "th-the b-baby—she—she—"
Blood bubbled up into her mouth, choking out the rest of her sentence.
"Shhh," Naruto hushed her, the tears breaking free and dropping from his eyes, "Don't speak. The baby's still alive—I can feel her chakra. She will be fine; I'll get you to Tsunade—"
His senses were coming back to him as his shock settled. As quickly and gently as he could, he maneuvered her into his arms; trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. But as he stood Kensha jolted.
"Sh-she's coming—augh!" Kensha screamed and gripped her stomach tighter, trying to curl into herself at the sudden contraction that hit. Naruto's eyes widened and he swore, wasting no more time in leaping out of the hollow doorway and traveling across rooftops as fast as his load would allow.
"Oh God, Naruto, it hurts! It hurts so bad!" she sobbed, her body convulsing between pain and her cries.
"I know, I know baby," he soothed her, trying to harness his own mounting panic to further speed him, "just hold on a little longer. I won't lose either of you."
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The Konoha General Hospital could best be described as chaotic.
Sure, the Rain-nin had inferior skills to Konoha ninja and the majority of their numbers were now dead; but the suddenness and unexpectedness of the attack had managed to catch several shinobi off guard. The majority of those now being rushed around the hospital were civilians and less experienced ninja. Tsunade wiped her brow as she saved another gennin from near-fatal wounds before passing the ninja onto less-skilled civilian medics for the rest of his treatment. The casualties were low but their staff was still being stretched.
Perhaps if Jiraiya was still around they would have had sufficient warning of the attack; his network of spies was surprisingly one of the most reliable in the ninja world. The attack was troubling, that was for certain. She knew from Jiraiya's last memoirs that the leader of the Akatsuki had taken over Amegakure, so the attack must have been related to that organization. Though she had to wonder...if Naruto had been in contact with the network, like she asked him, whether this all could have been avoided.
She began to heal a deep stomach wound of a civilian as she pondered this.
If he had, he probably would have had some inkling of the attack from Amegakure and warned them. That and there was almost no way for Naruto to get in contact with anyone outside the walls of Konoha as he was practically being held hostage in his own village.
"Baa-chan!"
Speak of the devil.
She looked up expecting to see her blonde ball of sunshine bloodied and bruise and overall a little worse for wear. What she didn't expect to see was a terribly wounded pregnant woman, barely alive and clearly in labor, trashing around his arms.
"Baa-chan, please! Help her!" he cried out. She was struck dumb for a moment at the fear and misery that laced his voice, suggesting that there was some kind of connection between the two. But now wasn't the time to ask questions.
She abandoned the patient she was working on, allowing her aids to take over the mostly finished job, and strode over to the shaking boy, taking the woman from his arms as though she weighed little more than a sack of rice.
"Fourth floor," she said simply and practically disappeared from the spot. Ignoring the strange looks he was receiving for his sudden outburst, he followed her, taking the few flights of stairs and two hallways in a matter of seconds before he reached the door Tsunade had entered. He could see Kensha lain out on the table, a rush of nurses already crowding around her, cutting away her clothes and retrieving instruments.
"Naruto, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside," Tsunade said as gently as she could while pumping healing chakra into a chest wound.
"But—!"
"Now, please."
It wasn't a request. Swallowing back the hard lump in his throat, he obediently shut the door in front of him and shakily took a seat on the floor against the wall.
How? How could this have happened?
He kept his face in his hands, trying to quell the need to break down crying again but to no avail. Tears began their steady path down his dirty cheeks and his shoulders began to jerk against his sobs. They had needed his protection and he wasn't there to provide it. He had promised Kensha so many things; that they would get married, that they would move into a bigger apartment, that they would live together happily for the rest of their lives, that she would never be without him...then he goes and leaves her defenseless to Kisame's torture!
He had failed them both—Kensha and their daughter. And now, because of his incompetence, he was in danger of losing the both of them.
"Naruto?"
Naruto jerked with a small hiccup, hastily wiping his eyes as he recognized the voice. Sure enough, as he pulled his face out of his arms he saw Yamanaka Ino hovering above him, looking confused and alarmed.
The young blonde's medical skills were a bit above average at best, so as soon as she was free from defending Konoha she took to mostly filling in positions on the upper floors while Sakura took control on the first and second floors during the rush of wounded. The casualties were low for this attack, and for that she was thankful, but she still found it strange that the Rain-nins had left so quickly. Hell, even the attack was strange; she was pretty sure that there was some deeper conspiracy behind it all. One that even a chuunin like herself wouldn't be authorized to know yet.
Just another strange thing to add to her day was finding Uzumaki Naruto sitting on the floor of the maternity ward, clothes soaked in blood and crying. Especially after she had just run into Kiba earlier and heard about him "leaving" the battle.
"What the hell are you doing up here?" she asked him, deciding to be frank, "And why the hell did you leave? Don't bother denying it; I've already heard it from Kiba."
He didn't respond to the insistent tone, instead shrinking in on himself even more and staring blankly ahead. He was no longer crying, but his eyes remained raw and bloodshot and she then noticed that he was shaking.
She approached him slowly, her confusion turning into concern rather rapidly.
"Hey," she said in a much softer tone, "What's wrong? What happened?"
He shook his head and scrunched up his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something before gritting his teeth and holding back another sob. His behavior was becoming more alarming by the second; there weren't very many things she could think of that would leave him in this state.
The sound of a new born baby wailing shocked them both. Ino knew that she shouldn't have been surprised; after all, this was the floor for deliveries. It was probably her focus on Naruto that had made the new sound so startling.
Naruto had audibly gasped and scrambled to his feet, causing Ino, who was leaning over him, to swear and jump back, more confused than ever. Before he could barge into the room the door slid open, and the hard, unreadable face of Tsunade stared them both down.
"Naruto, I'd like to speak with you," she began curtly but Naruto had already pushed past her and into the room like a man possessed. She scowled and turned to yell at him but caught sight the other blonde.
"Yamanaka, continue your duties," she addressed her, leaving no room for argument.
Ino looked like she would very much like to go against that order and demand why Naruto was allowed in and not her, but the severe look on the Hokage's face was enough for her to obey without question.
Tsunade sighed and issued her assistants to leave, sliding the door shut behind them to ensure her and Naruto some privacy. When Naruto first brought the woman to her she assumed it was just a civilian he saved who got caught in the wreckage. The young woman had predictably died soon after she was placed on the mat, but the child was still alive after a messy emergency cesarean among the heavy wounds.
With the mother dead during the first section of the labor, there were many complications that could have arisen, but the child was unusually strong and survived against all odds. That should have been the first sign.
It was then, as she lifted the child out of the corpse, which all thoughts of this being a random civilian flew out the window. She had thought Naruto's anxiety over the woman's well being and his want to be in the operating room were a little extreme, but she just chucked it off to being the emotional person that he was.
Then she saw the child. The healthy, screaming girl with the thin, damp smattering of blonde hair on her soft head, the two distinctive whisker marks on each cheek, the tiny, barely noticeable points on each fingernail...
"K-Kensha!"
She turned away from the closed door, her anger, disappointment and desire to scold Naruto for his irresponsible actions all but died at the sight she now faced. He was leaning over the body, his face pressed into her hair as he muttered inaudibly into the limp tresses. Fresh tears were streaming down his cheeks and he began to kiss around her motionless eyes, whispering his desires for her to wake up. But the girl did not; her lips were pale and her face peaceful, still grimy with blood and dried tear streaks. It was obvious that her last moments of life were not pleasant.
"I'm sorry, Naruto," Tsunade said softly, trying to remain as detached as possible. Despite the unpleasantly shocking revelation, her heart was pulled at seeing her self-appointed 'little brother' so torn up like this.
Naruto sniffed and tried to compose himself, standing straighter and opting to brush his hand along her stiff forehead.
"Where is she?" he asked lowly, continuing to gaze at his dead fiancé.
Tsunade didn't need to ask to whom he was referring to. Noiselessly, she walked to the other side of the room, where a clear incubator rested, inside was the pink, grunting form of a newly born infant. Naruto's feet followed her in a daze; his eyes seemingly glued to the writhing mass of pudgy flesh.
"That's..."
His voice trailed off and he pressed his hands against the short, glass walls, leaning over to get a better look at his daughter. Tsunade couldn't help but smile at the unguarded awe reflecting on his face, washing away the grief for that moment.
"For a two-week premature baby, she's pretty big. Seven pounds, three ounces, eighteen inches. That's a good sign," she informed him gently. The child, while active, ceased its screaming unusually early—it was as if she could sense the death around her and as she was taken away from her mother's corpse, calmed down.
With a shaking hand, he slowly reaching into the cushioned container and, ever so lightly, ran the side of his knuckle against her cheek, knowing that he was feeling the softest skin imaginable. The little girl immediately stopped squirming at the touch of her father, the short arms and legs falling still, recognizing him the same way she had in the womb, even with her eyes clenched shut.
"C-can I...?"
He wanted to hold her—that much was obvious. Giving in to the irresistible tenderness in his voice, she reached into the bed and lifted the baby out, wrapping her naked form in a small blanket. Her assistants had already cleaned the child up the second she left the mother's stomach, so the baby was a raw pink with patches of splotchy purple, the short, twisted bluish-white remains of the umbilical cord still attached to the protruding stomach.
"Keep a good grip on her," Tsunade advised him as she slowly placed her in his arms, "Your right arm needs to cradle her body—yes, like that—and make sure you support her head with your elbow. That's very important. There you go..."
The baby was now secured in his arms—trembling though they were—and cradled against his chest. Her fidgeting had decreased greatly and her puffy eyes remained sealed closed, seemingly content to just lie in her father's arms.
"She's so little. I feel like I could hurt her," Naruto whispered. His heart was fluttering madly and a comforting warmth spread swiftly through his body, overriding all the hurt and pain and tragedy he experienced in the last hour. This was his baby...his...and she belonged here, in his arms. No one was ever going to take her away from him. Not Tsunade, not Konoha, and not the Akatsuki.
So lost was he in the fascination of looking at a product of his creation that he hadn't notice Tsunade move away from him until she returned holding out a warm bottle of formula.
"It's a miracle she's been this quiet," Tsunade said softly, guiding him to a chair next to the bed, "But she definitely needs to eat now."
Naruto sat in the chair, trying not to look at Kensha's now sheet-covered body, and focused on Tsunade's instruction on how to feed his daughter—holding the bottle at a certain angle with one hand, supporting her head a little higher, maintaining a strong hold on the length of her body.
Even with her eyes closed the baby knew a meal was near and the second the nipple of the bottle brushed her cheek she turned her head and latched onto it, making little suckling and grunting noises as she greedily took in the formula. Naruto laughed a little—Kensha probably would have made a joke about how she got her appetite from her father...
Tsunade had never given birth to a child of her own—perhaps it was because of all the deliveries she had made that had her deciding it was better not to put herself through that...especially since she used to have such an infliction with blood. But watching the light return to Naruto's eyes after he looked so broken just moments before was enough to make her question her decision. Perhaps if Dan had lived, or if she had opened her stubborn heart to Jiraiya, that could have been her with such a terrified and elated expression on her face.
She shook the thought from her head and grimaced. She learned long ago that such reminiscing would bring nothing but heartache. Right now she needed to cover the dirty details with the new father.
"Naruto, we need to talk about what's going to happen now."
"What's to talk about," he said, and he looked away from the baby only to turn his steel gaze on the Hokage, "I'm keeping her."
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NOTE: The only reason Naruto was able to off Kisame so efficiently was because he and the Kyuubi both had the same intentions with his power. Usually it's Naruto wanting to use the Kyuubi's chakra to help his friends and Kyuubi trying to take advantage of that by causing as much destruction as possible—I believe the conflicting intentions make Naruto's utility of it more unstable. This was a very rare situation where they were both pissed beyond belief for the same reasons and were able to take full advantage of that. It was a rare situation and this kind of efficiency with Kyuubi's chakra probably won't happen again for Naruto—so don't go thinking this is some sudden, super power he's acquired. He needs to work at it!! XD
Also a good thing to know is that I'm going to keep this outside events pretty close to cannon, but it's going to be spread out over a much longer time span. I'm sure that made no sense but one day you'll know.
Give strider714 a big hand for marking this up before I posted it. I am clearly drunk off life when I write.
I don't know who's been keeping up with the manga lately but...omfgsagemodenarutosweetnesshawt!!111!!one!!
And commence drooling...now.
Tell me what you think so far!
