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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and it belongs to a Japanese guy, though I'm flattered you would think I owned it.

Oh, and in things which might be alphabetized I used the English alphabet, cause I'm from America and we speak English in America, not Spanish contrary to Mexican belief...

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Naruto was livid, and he was sure he shouldn't be. Sure the Uchiha had slammed his head into the floor repeatedly, but the anger started much before that, and lasted much longer as well.

It was like, as soon as she entered the room he could sense her, every breath and every movement was captured by him. And then the things he'd said, not just then but every time they'd spoken, those words didn't belong to him, sure they came from his mouth but he didn't say them.

'If that damn, useless fuzz bag has anything to do with this I'll make his life a living hell.' Naruto thought in rage.

The Kyuubi, the very same that had attacked his home twelve years before, had been working its way into Naruto's life ever since its discovery nearly four years prior, putting thoughts into his head, inserting emotions, and on a rare boost of strength, quite often when the Uchiha was around, manifesting its self through Naruto's vocal chords, spouting words of revenge and death, or cold insults that uncovered painful experiences and horrible and dark secrets, no one would know that this ever happened though, Naruto over the years could usually sense when the fox's power had built for an oncoming , though temporary, possession, and locked himself in his meek apartment until the fox's powers had drained.

But, the fox wasn't nearly all bad. It had shared some rather juicy bits of information on a certain Kushina Uzumaki, the Bloody Habanero of Konoha, former jinchuuriki of the nine-tailed, demon fox, and Naruto's biological mother. The fox had also spilt the beans regarding Mito Senju, formerly Mito Uzumaki, the first host to the powerful kitsune, and wife of the Shodai Hokage, Hashirama Senju.

Though a specific bit about the other half of his gene pool fell short with the fox, who said that was information he was under oath not to tell a soul, living or otherwise, upon a pain worse than death, an eternity in the death god's stomach.

But all of this rang as inconsequential within the blonds' mind at the moment.

'I'm going to make that damned fox talk if it kills me.'

/./././././.

"HEY ASSHOLE, YOU GET OUT OF THIS TREE RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR ME?" the irate blond yelled in to a precariously leaning tree, with an overly large, bright red fox like being, cowering betwixt its leaved branches.

Naruto's once bleak and dreary sewer space of a mind had change in the four years he'd known about the Kyuubi. It seemed that with every secret revealed to the boy, the crumbling foundation of Naruto's young mind corroded away until they were left in a fenced field of short-green grass and monstrous trees.

In this new cleared mind Naruto was able to do things he'd never been capable of before, and was, for all intents and purposes, omnipotent with in his consciousness, hence the cowering demon within the tree.

"I don't wanna; you're just going to yell at me again." The fox replied, in the same voice that lead to the soiling of lesser men's pants. Though Naruto would have none of it, he huffed indignantly and shouted.

"Your damn right I'm going to yell at you, you fucking idiot! Now get outta that tree before I kick your ass all the way to Kumo and back!"

"You can't make me." The kitsune said, rather childishly.

"Can't make you? Can't make you! Now you listen hear you son of a bitch, this is MY mind and I can do whatever the hell I want to, you got that? You might be able to get away with the possession shit while I'm on the outside, but in here I AM GOD!" Naruto roared manically as clouds began moving across the pseudo-sky within the mind space, "Now. Get. Out of. That. Tree,"

"No," the nine tailed demon said. Lightning flashed across the storming sky and thunder boomed throughout the valley landscape. Dust devils formed over the grass and the leaves of the trees quivered. The forming wind held an edge of bitter cold and a razor sharpness that promised pain for the fox.

'What have I done?' the once all powerful bijuuthought in despair, before the tremendous oak it perched in fell, as a tangible blade of wind passed through it swiftly and cleanly.

"You've been messing with that girl and I for four years. Its time you stop!"

/./././././././.

Naruto left his mind after, what was in all essence, a beating of the fox. And while it ultimately relaxed the boy, it cleared up the reason why the fox had even started possessing his voice in the first place, and why the majority of the events took place around the Uchiha.

Apparently a man with a spiral mask and a spinning eye had taken control of the fox and lead him on a path of destruction, one October night twelve years ago.

And when the fox awoke he was within the shiki fuin with no way out and no memories of the prior night aside from being pulled from the weakened seal in Kushina.

And that wasn't all. Apparently, a long time before Naruto was born, after the founding of the village hidden in the leaves, the same man had summoned him to fight against the first Hokage, and lost. It was in that same battle that he'd been sealed the first time, with in Mito Senju.

So, as it turned out, the fox was really just a vengeful bastard, that found a way to hurt the Uchiha and used it.

But, while 'putting the fox in its place' the demon had said something that had concerned Naruto. Warning him that his growing physical attraction to the girl would only lead him to pain, Naruto deigned it though, claiming that even without the influence of the fox he would have hated the Uchiha anyways though, he did admit there was physical attraction, the dreams he'd had were enough of an indicator of this fact.

"But,' Naruto decided, "It takes more than a nice ass to actually mean something."

The blond looked up at the sun and sighed. It had been nearly an hour since he'd walked out of the classroom. He absently wondered whether Iruka had gotten the class under control after his departure.

'Damn those kids were loud.' He thought, as he turned to walk back towards the ninja academy. 'Maybe we'll still have time to finish the exams.' He mused, hopefully.

And then the thought of apologizing to Sasuke passed through his mind. 'How does someone go about apologizing for being possessed?' He asked, 'I wonder if telling he r the truth would work, how would "hey, sorry about before. But there's a demon sealed inside of me that hates some really, really old guy that made him attack the village a couple times, and the old guy is related to you and, the demon thinks that hurting you will be revenge or something. Sorry." Yeah that'd go over real well.' Naruto sighed, for what seemed to be the millionth time that day, as he approached the double doors that made the entrance of the Shinobi School. He made his way up the stairs to the level his classroom was at.

When he entered the hallway that held the door to his classroom he'd just barely managed to catch a glimpse of the dark blue shirt and the tinted black hair that belonged to the girl that had occupied the majority of his thoughts that afternoon.

Naruto continued on towards the sliding door, until he caught sight of his long time friend and his burly acquaintance, and was beaconed over to talk with them near the bathroom doors on the other side of the hall.

"I know this is going to be troublesome, but do you want to explain just exactly why you two flipped out on each other like that. Or, did you two just decide to piss all over everything today?" Shikamaru said, sound rather perturbed, and crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at the small blond boy.

Naruto breathed deeply, knowing that he wouldn't be able to move until he gave at least some kind of answer. He looked over to Choji and saw the same question written across his rounded features.

"Look, guys, it's a long story, and I'd rather not talk about it, okay? So, can we just get back to class and see if we can't become ninja already." Naruto said, rather hopefully. Wanting almost desperately to avoid answering; it wasn't that he didn't want to tell them the truth, but a worry came over him at the thought of what anyone else would do, and how the civilian council might skew things up before he left their control and was moved safely to the Hokage's command, if others found out about his 'tenant' too soon.

"What a drag," Shikamaru drawled, "Fine, mom'd be pissed if I didn't pass today anyways. Let's go Choji."

The three boys crossed the hall and opened the sliding door to the eerily quiet room.

White feathers coated the floor along with twenty-six sleeping, ninja hopefuls spread around the room in awkward positions; lead the youths to believe that Iruka had indeed used the instructors fail-safe.

Naruto could have sworn he'd heard a mumble of, 'lucky bastards' from his lazy friend.

The trio made their way over to Iruka, although the pine-apple haired chunin was in conversation with the black haired Uchiha heiress.

"Hey kids," said the silver hair teacher's assistant, sitting on top of a row of desks. The man, Mizuki, dropped a suspiciously familiar orange covered book and stuffed it into one of the many pockets that adorned the chunin flak jackets, "y'all had us a bit worried there when we couldn't find you. You really had us in for quite a show today, Naruto." the man chuckled.

Naruto ducked his head and rubbed the back of it in a sheepish manor. "Sorry 'bout that, Mizuki-sensei."

"Don't worry about it, Naruto-kun, though, Iruka-sempai's going to want to talk to you boys." Mizuki drawled.

"Boys," rang a call from the front of the room.

"Speak of the devil; he must have just finished with Sasuke-chan. You better head along now." The silver headed man said.

/./././././.

As it turned out, Iruka only wanted to know where they had gone, and to ask them if they were still alright to finish the exams, which they had agreed to.

So, the sleeping students were woken and the exams had resumed.

Taijutsu as it turned out was the next on the procession of tests, and as a whole the class moved exceedingly well. The test was made up of a spar between students, managed by Iruka who looked on and judged form and practical use.

'Of course,' Naruto thought, 'the clan children have been trained in their family techniques since they were little, so they'll have no problem.'

And that fact showed its self true as soon as the first spar began.

Shino Aburame, a quiet kid, dressed in a large grey coat, which hid his mouth, and brown pants, stood in front of the class facing some rather unimportant shinobi hopeful.

The spar, while fun to watch, made it obvious to anyone the difference in skill between a clan child and a first generation ninja wannabe.

The match lasted about a minute, and Shino dominated all fifty-four seconds, landing heavy blows with his clans fighting style while the other boy only managed glancing blows and light strikes in a sloppy version of the academy's standard form, before the match was Shino's favor.

And matches progressed in the same manor with Choji, who used his size and weight to his advantage in his family's style, Kiba, who used fierce and wild attacks to overwhelm his opponent into submission, Sakura, while not from clan ended her match surprisingly quick in a show of near monstrous strength and anger when her opponent stated she had a large and ugly forehead, and then came Hinata, who quickly struck pressure points on her adversary and then apologizing repeatedly with a strong blush. Next was Shikamaru, who, in a show of his utter laziness, forfeited and fell asleep.

"Next," Iruka said, clearing his throat,"Sasuke Uchiha and," Iruka hesitated a moment and looked down at the roster for the class,"Naruto Uzumaki."

The class erupted in a madness of noise.