"Talking"

Thinking (you may have to decide what is emphasis and what is thinking but I'll assume smartness on your parts)

Japanese (when not in Naruto verse-its too hard)

Kyuubi speaking

'Beast-speaking' (may be hard to tell apart from kyuubi but please do try to dissociated)

(Narutoverse)

Kakashi stood outside Tanzanu's house, a well disguised look of worry in his eye.

"We don't know when he'll wake up, but if he does tell him to catch up." Tsunami nodded and watched the ninjas and her father walk off, more obvious worry etched on her brow. Not only for her father, the nukenin could attack any day now, but for the boy who was still in bed. He wouldn't wake up.

As it turned out Sasuke had indeed turned into a pinapple and had regained his normal form not a day ago. Naruto hadn't regained consciousness though and was in, what seemed to be, a self induced coma. At one point she could have sworn he'd floated several inches off the floor, but Kakashi had told her it was simply worry induced illusion. Sasuke meanwhile was pissed, albeit no worse for the wear, that the blonde had beaten him, even if they hadn't been in a spar. Kakashi watched the glowering teen with mild annoyance, slightly more worried then he was comfortable with, and stopped himself from reprimanding the Uchiha for his childishness.

There were a number of things making him worry:

Naruto was out for the count and didn't seem ready to wake up anytime soon.

Sasuke and Sakura didn't care one iota.

They were likely to be walking into a bad situation; no amount of training could prepare them to go up against an enemy of this level, no matter how far they'd grown he'd be hard pressed to take out Zabuza and the hunter nin wouldn't just stand and watch either.

How he was going to explain any of this disaster of a mission to the Hokage, if they made it out alive, was any man's guess.

This frame of thought couldn't last as they came to the bridge. The bodies of the workers were strewn across and a heavy mist began to roll in.

(Back at the house)

Naruto blinked awake, foggy images of falling pineapples, dancing elephants and darkness dissolved into mush in the back of his mind. He put a hand to his head, he was running a temperature and if he wasn't mistaken someone was opening his head with a blunt pickaxe. He didn't have time to dwell however as shouts broke out downstairs. Careful not to incite a deadly reaction from his tortured head he dressed and went down.

"-such a pretty thing. How about we have some fun with her first." He growled at the sight of two samurai holding Tsunami at sword point, he felt the pit of anger in his stomach swell. An incessant yelp nearly caused him to collapse as his eardrums burst. He turned, from his hiding point, along with the samurai to see Inari standing there. A defiant look on his face, fear hung around him as well, but the most obvious was defiance. Even though it was great that Inari was standing up for himself, Naruto had told him to stop being a cry baby just before the whole passing out thing, he was going to get sliced. Barely holding back a groan Naruto swung into action and knocked them out from behind. Tsunami watched Naruto fall to one knee, face drawn and pale, a fever induced flush on his cheeks. She came towards him, obviously intending to take him back to bed, but Naruto held up a hand to stop her.

"Tie them up. I need to go help my friends." With that he was gone. Tsunami pulled Inari close and begged whatever god there was to protect the boy that had saved her, and her son's, life.

(Bridge)

Sasuke stood in the centre of the fake hunter nin's ice prison, barely avoiding the senbon that were hurled at him from all directions. The hunter was accurate and fast, at a speed Sasuke couldn't keep up with. Outside he could hear Kakashi fighting with Zabuza. Another needle pierced his leg. He was in trouble, and knowing it didn't make it any easier to admit, one arm was useless and his left leg was turning numb. His sharingan had activated, but even that wasn't enough to save him now painful though it was to know that.

A presence appeared beside him. Naruto had arrived. Out of the corner of his eye Sasuke could see Naruto was in worse shape then him, and he was a human pincushion for freck sake. There was a grey tinge to his, now pale, tan. The blonde was barely standing, with one hand rubbing an obvious headache, his other arm was wrapped around his waist as though it would keep him upright. From here Sasuke could feel the unnatural heat pulsing from his teammate's body. In this second of shock Haku struck.

Sasuke fell.

Naruto watched, feeling slightly detached, as his rival and comrade collapsed. A burning sensation rolled in his gut, a whole new emotion he'd never felt before. Rage, unlike any anger he'd felt before. A whole new power writhed from him. Rippling red chakra poured from his skin, healing everything wrong with his body, cuts, grazes, even the fever vanished, as a feral look overcame his features. Red slitted eyes blinked open and with an inhuman roar the mirrors shattered. Haku was thrown several feet away. With a soft displacement of air he was over the fake hunter nin and punted the battered body over the bridge.

Haku stood up, seeing his dream shatter, like his mirrors and mask had, in the face of this boy. How was he supposed to be a tool for Zabuza now? With a frown of confusion his mask gave up the struggle of staying on his face, just as the feral ninja flew fist first toward him. The nin awaited death.

"Haku?"

A/N Short? Yes I know but I had to :P