I was going to make this chapter longer, but I wanted to post it today, so there you go. Enjoy. Well at least I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Or Sasuke... Or Orochimaru

Orochimaru was happy. A rare thing for him indeed. Well, he was happier than he had been for a while anyway. His experiments had not yet succeeded, but they were getting closer. So much closer. And Sasuke was back. Things were always so much easier when Sasuke was around. Orochimaru could always heap work on him and the boy never complained. Not outwardly anyway. It was so much fun to watch the raven fuming inwardly, obviously burning with hate for him, the man he had to call his master.

Orochimaru didn't know why he stayed with him anyway. His guess was that Sasuke wanted to learn as much from him as possible. But what for, only the raven knew. Maybe it was to help that boy. The ninth. But it could just be to become as smart as that other Uchiha. Itachi. That man was a real genius. Orochimaru should know. He had worked with him. To say that it hadn't gone well would be like saying the ocean was a baby's paddling pool. The man was a prodigy, and there was nothing for it. Sasuke would never be able to catch up to him.

But if it was to help the ninth, Orochimaru had no idea what the outcome could be. He had been forced to leave as soon as his experiments had succeeded. He wished he would have observed him longer. Well, in any case, they had taught him a lot. He smiled remembering the past.

A younger Orochimaru walked around restlessly, thinking over his latest idea. He'd managed many things up till now. Clones, replicas... Things that were meant to be impossible. But he had done them. He had managed, at his young age, to do what other scientists had tried to do for so long, and had failed miserably.

On his possession, he had many creatures. Some looked normal. Some did not. But he knew that really, none of them were anything near normal. They were his. He had made them.

And all of them were at least partly human. It was unfortunate though that most of his creatures were very young. He preferred experiments on adults, but until recently, none of the gene transferring experiments he had done on adults had worked. The human usually died. Pity. When they died, he needed new ones. And they were such a bother to get.

But for his next operation, he would do it on foetuses. Those were hard to get, but, it was fun. It was fun to watch the women -after he had taken what was most precious to them- sob like it was the end of the world. It wasn't as though he had taken their heart. No. He had done worse. So much worse.

He would need to do a lot of research. He didn't know if what he planned was even possible. To transfer genes of creatures that might not even exist into a foetus... In his sick, evil mind, he could see it work out perfectly, exactly as he planned.

First, he would have to find the relics. Then, the foetuses. And then, do the operation. Afterwards, if the... things borne from his experiments survived, he could watch them. And use them.

He would use the Jinchuuriki to do his bidding. Use the children with the demons he had put inside of them.

He smiled.

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The black haired man smiled. He had everything he needed now. This was amazing. Not only had the myths and legends been true, but he had been able to find relics of the demons. Relics of Gods that held unimaginable power. His dreams were coming within reach.

The only thing out of place was the mounting suspicion being directed towards him. Why could people not leave him alone to work in peace? Tsunade was the most annoying. She was suspicious. Useless bitch.

At this rate, she would find out what was wrong. Well, not wrong... Never wrong... But she would find out what he was doing at any rate, and that could cause him serious trouble.

He would have to start the operation now. After all, he had the cells of the nine demons and the nine foetuses at his disposition, just waiting for him to start, the foetuses being kept alive in post with the methods Orochimaru himself had put in place.

"Yes." He said out loud. "It's time.

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Orochimaru could barely believe it. His experiments had worked. Of course they had worked he chastised himself for thinking that the contrary could have happened. But the fact that those foetuses had survived... They were forming into real human bodies too. He had done everything just right.

It was perfect. He was a genius (if he didn't say so himself). He had managed to combine human genes with those of a demon (well, more the other way around, but that fact was irrelevant). He had no idea how long his experiments would survive, but it would be interesting to observe what happened. Maybe these humans would have some abilities that the demons had. They would be perfect to study. Absolutely perfect.

From the fist tail to the ninth, everything had gone perfectly.

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The experiments were now two years old. Orochimaru had been studying them from the beginning, and they were amazing. They had human shapes, but the demons had complete control over their minds.

Well, that was before. Now the ones with the weaker demons could take over. But they were never mere children. They could talk, think, even analyze some of his other experiments if he asked them to. They were already at a greater mental level than most adults. Maybe, he thought, the demons are teaching them all that they know. Maybe, when they have transferred their knowledge to these children, I will be able to accomplish even more...

But he was now having an impossible time keeping Tsunade off his back. Even Jiraya was starting to believe that something was wrong. Whatever happened though, he must not let Tsunade get hold of the Jinchuuriki. Never. Who knew what she would do with them?

The police chief was after him. The Third. The third one to have attained a reasonable level, and be recognised worldwide. The third that had been his and his 'comrades'' teacher.

Orochimaru barely hesitated before pulling the blue lever down. This lever opened a catch which would let the Jinchuuriki out into the world. He didn't know how long they would survive out there, but it was better for them to be out in the world than to be found and killed here. He still wanted to see what they could do.

Orochimaru might come back for a few of them. To study them.

Hoping he would find them again, he fled the village of Konoha.

All he wished was that he would get back before Tsunade tried anything, and sullied his perfect experiment. With that heart of hers, she would probably ruin his life's work.

"Shut up Naruto." Jianyi told him calmly. She was sitting on the windowsill, looking outside. Her brown hair was pulled back in her usual eight braids (trust her to be proud of her bijuu) and her green eyes were unfocused. He was probably interrupting a conversation she was having with Yamato no Orochi, the eight tailed demon.

"Whatever." Naruto was now sulking slightly. She always treated him like this.

Goubei took the ice-cream, smiling at the boy above her, her white eyes showing how happy she was. "Thanks Shuyo! I love that type of ice-cream!" Naruto sulked some more, and decided to crumple in grief and eat his ice-cream in one of the comfy armchairs so carefully spaced around the room.

"Hey" An indignant voice made him jump just as he was about to sit down. Motuhuan had been sitting there. Damn, thought Naruto. This wasn't the first time he did that, almost squishing the other boy. That boy was just so small and unnoticeable. (The exact opposite of Naruto, I"ll have you notice).

"Sorry, sorry." Naruto jumped back, dropping his ice-cream in the process. A hand darted out to catch the bowl before it reached the floor.

"Don't drop things. I don't want to have to clean up." Fara was handing the bowl to him, scolding him at the same time.

"Ah, yeah. Sor-"

"And who told you that you could take ice-cream?" Fara's black eyes looked dangerous and the nail on the finger she pointed at him seemed like a claw about to scratch him to death. Naruto jumped back again.

"He took some too!" he shouted, pointing his finger indignantly at Shuyo. The black haired boy grinned, showing his pointy teeth.

"It's impolite to point." Fara retorted, slapping down his hand with the finger she had been pointing at him. Behind her, Gaara smirked before walking in and occupying the last spare armchair.

"Hey!" Naruto cried out, running after Gaara. "I was about to take that chair!" Fara sighed, catching the ice-cream bowl before it reached the floor for the second time. She looked up again when she heard Naruto cry out in pain. Jianyi had gotten up and hit Naruto (rather forcefully) on the head shouting : "I said - Shut Up" And then, having succeeded in making the blond speechless, had gone back to the windowsill. The girl was now surrounded with an aura of contentment.

"And you know, this is an armchair. Not just a chair. Get your words right." Gaara had not been able to stop himself from adding.

Fara smiled. Everything was going fine. It was a pity only seven of them were here; The other two would have enjoyed this immensely.

Shizune was sitting at her desk, and was looking at her computer screen. One of her hands held her mouse, whilst the other hovered over the keyboard. Anyone looking at her would have had no doubt about how professional she was being.

Needless to day, she wasn't. Not in the least. Not only was she not being professional, but her mind was filled with illegal plans to obtain a certain fluffy white animal that was not legally hers. And on her screen was not a list of patients, but a list of little dogie treats she was ordering on Amazon.

Shizune was so concentrated on her 'work' that she did not hear anything as the door opened and then closed, and did not notice when the tall blond woman started talking to her.

"Shizune, are you even listening to me?" This scared Shizune out of her wits. Having always been one of those excellent, hard working secretaries, she did not know how to act in such a situation. (Usually, you smile and say, "Oh, I'm so sorry Doctor Tsunade. I was just doing -insert lie here-, and I didn't hear you arrive. And at this point the said boss would say: "Well, obviously. Now stop trying to find a way of getting Akamaru back, and get to work." -Oops. The inserted lie failed miserably...-)

"I said," Tsunade's voice did not hide her irritation at the young woman. The said young woman flinched. "That I wanted to see all nine of the Jinchuuriki personally. And as soon as possible." Having heard this, a disgruntled Akamaru was pushed to the back of Shizune's mind. Why would Tsunade suddenly want to see all of the Jinchuuriki? Unless... As Tsunade started heading back to her office, trusting Shizune to take care of everything according to what she had said, she was by a suddenly very worried voice.

"Why do you want to see them Tsunade? What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong for me to want to see them?"

"Because... Just, because. This just doesn't sound right."

"You're right I suppose... There might be a little problem. But don't worry about it. Just get them here. This might turn out like every other time." Tsunade flashed a fake reassuring smile at Shizune, but it just made the secretary feel worse. Nobody could be sure how long the Jinchuuriki would stay healthy and energetic as they currently were (well, some more than others, but that's besides the point.) It was unclear if they would even survive much longer. A human body was never made to accommodate a demon.

On Tsunade's order, Shizune would have to call them all up and arrange meetings. This had happened often enough before, but she always hated to get all of them worried. None of them liked coming to hospital.

Maybe she would wait till tomorrow. They were all having a meeting at one of their houses, and she didn't want to disturb them. Tsunade poked her head out of the door.

"I meant now Shizune. Get on it, will you?"

Naruto was sitting on the floor, eating his ice-cream. Everyone else had settled down comfortably in their chair, armchair, or, well, anything chair really. Except him. Because they had all stolen the chars. Remembering that little fact, Naruto frowned. Inside his head, Kyuubi was howling with laughter.

Calming himself down, he carefully went through everything Naruto had seen. He was trying to determine how all the other Bijuu were faring. Some of them annoyed the hell out of him, but he was starting to get a bad feeling, and he wondered whether they were feeling the same. He'd noticed that man watching them, and it had made him feel that something strange was about to happen. Something bad.

The appearance of a watchful figure earlier that day was not surprising or unusual. Ever since that stupid scientist had let all nine of the children free, people had some to watch them. Probably to see if they were still alive.

What was strange was that the Bijuu had realised that he and Naruto had been followed more often recently. Especially these past months. It seemed like trouble was coming, and he didn't like it.

Kyuubi sighed inwardly. He wondered if the others had seen anything. Probably. He would have to speak to them. All of them. But only seven of them were here today. It would have to wait.

"Naruto?" Fara's voice tore him from his brooding state. "Why did you want us to meet up today?" Naruto thought for a few seconds before answering.

"Dunno. Thought it might be fun, I guess..." Nobody spoke for a while. "Maybe it was Kyuubi's idea. I can't remember." Amazingly, Kyuubi had nothing to answer to that. If he had wanted this, it was unconscious. Both demon and human shrugged it off.

"Well, it is nice to see all of you..." Goubei was always kind and optimistic. Well, when she was alone with all the other Jinchuuriki anyway. When 'normal' people were present, she would put up a whole different facade that was the complete opposite of her real personality. She made an illusion of herself, and made people think she was cold and heartless. Maybe not in her best interest, but it worked. Naruto grinned at her, not noticing the smile that Shuyo graced the white haired girl with.

Well, well, well. Isonade and Houkou. Who would have thought?

What are you talking about?

Forget it. You wouldn't understand this. You're too unobservant and idiotic.

Hey! Naruto's mental protest were met with silence.

All of the teens proceeded to chat merrily (or as merrily as possible for them anyway. The demons' personalities were usually rather grim, and that often made their containers silent and broody -note the often. Some individual cases do not apply.-) This continued until Kyuubi could no longer restrain his anxiety.

Kid. I'm getting a bad feeling about that person earlier-

What person?

The one that was watching us. Tell the others this... he proceeded to give his instructions, ignoring Naruto's bewilderment.

"Uh, guys..." Naruto was confused. Kyuubi rarely did things like this. Bar that. Kyuubi never did things like this. He usually insulted Naruto, and played sadistically with the blonde's mind. "I've... got to go.And we have to meet again in a week's time. Here. And all of us have got to be here. And I mean, all of us. Someone get in touch with Goshin and Banji." All of the others present stared at Naruto, startled, as he got up and left with only a little 'Bye' to excuse himself.

They all stared at the unfinished ice-cream he had left on the floor.

"That- That was strange... What's wrong with Naruto?" The people in the room looked at each other worriedly.

"Nothing's wrong with Naruto." Jianyi quietly said, putting into words what all of them knew deep down. "Because that wasn't Naruto." Even though the others knew what she was saying was true, and obvious (to the demons inside of them), they all stared at her in disbelief. "That-That was Kyuubi no Kitsune." Even she was wide eyed as she pronounced her words carefully. This was unbelievable.

Was Kyuubi finally accepting Naruto?

Look, if you don't review, it must mean you don't like it. And if you don't like it, there is no point in me writting it. So... Have we come to an understandment? Yes? No? Maybe so?

Does that sound like begging? Or threatening? I can't be quite sure. I just came back from unsuccesfully getting into the cinema, so it has muddled my brain.

She was all prepared to go. And this time, she would manage. Oh yes. This would work. She kissed the bone-shaped necklace she wore under her shirt at all times.

Later, sitting on a very uncomfortable prison bench, she wondered where she had gone wrong. Maybe it was when she had forgotten to turn the alarm off... Or maybe, it was when she had sworn that she would do it, that she would get what she wanted...

How very unprofessional of her. Her mother would not be proud. With this thought, she gleefully started making a new plan to make Akamaru hers.