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So … guess what? I have another damn idea that wouldn't leave me be. Well, I can't truly say it was my idea – because my dearly missed Nameless Assistant begged me to try writing a story like this. I honestly had trouble with it and I hope that it comes out well.
No crossover references except Naruto's weapon … guns. I would also like to point out that I know nothing of guns, but I have tried to research the bare minimal for the story. Please note that the age that the generation graduates the Academy is 15 in this story.
I KNOW I USUALLY PUT THE A.N. DESCRIBING THE WEAPONS AT THE BOTTOM, BUT TO SAVE TIME AND AN EXPLANATION: Naruto uses two 1875 Army Outlaw Revolvers.
Without further ado, please enjoy the chapter.
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I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
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"Ramen" – Speech
'Ramen' – Thoughts
"Ramen" – Bijuu/Summon Speech
'Ramen' – Bijuu/Summon Thoughts
"Ramen" – God/Deity Speech
'Ramen' – God/Deity Thoughts
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Naruto sighed tiredly as he threw another kunai at the target across from him. He relished in the dull thud that echoed through the school yard, as well as the look of fury that crossed his sensei, Mizuki. Naruto was far from the retarded idiot that he portrayed himself to be – a survival mechanism from the village's wrath – and he knew that Mizuki had been trying his damnedest to teach him incorrectly.
The reason Naruto found himself sighing was that he had become bored with kunai and shuriken. Sure, they were standard shinobi/kunoichi tools, but he often felt the need to have more power in his hands. The bell rang – indicating that school had ended for the day and Naruto rushed to leave. He spent a moment staring longingly at the parents that came to retrieve their children – oh how he longed for someone to pick him up and take him home to a loving family, but he was an orphan … more importantly, he was a hated orphan due to the events five years prior: The Kyuubi no Kitsune's (The Nine-Tailed Fox's) attack on Konoha.
Oh yes … Naruto wasn't even ignorant in regards to the Kyuubi. He recalled everything from that night – even as a baby, his memories were crisp and clear. He knew that his father had sacrificed his life to seal the Demon Fox inside his children – that's right children. Naruto recalled another baby crying beside him on that Fūinjutsu (Sealing Techniques) Altar.
That's where his memories were a little unclear … he knew that his mother was there, holding the Demon Fox down with her Kongō Fūsa (Adamantine Chakra Chains) but then she vanished, along with his brother or sister.
He had not seen either since that day and no matter how he tried to glean information from Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Sandaime (Third) Hokage, he was left wanting. Shaking his head to rid his mind of such thoughts, he turned away from the cheerful families and quietly trudged to fulfil his usual routine. He stuck to the alleyways to avoid unnecessary attention, and effortlessly navigated them to reach his destination – a weapons shop simply called 'The Emporium.'
He had an odd relationship with the old blacksmith that lived there. The old man's son, Han, was the owner of the store now, whilst the old man's granddaughter Tenten helped run the store. No the old man only ever sat back and designed weapons these days and Naruto adored the man's stories. Neither knew the other's name, though Naruto suspected that the old man knew him judging by the glint in the old man's eyes. Naruto quickly hid as there was a strange amount of activity at the usually quiet store.
"Yes, someone stole the prototypes, along with the designs," the one he recognised as Han spoke to an ANBU. "The weapons are only prototypes, and useless I might add … but they could lay the foundation for a completed project in years to come."
"I see," the ANBU replied. "So the thief broke in, killed your father and stole these weapons and designs?"
Han nodded and put a comforting hand on his distraught daughter's shoulder. "Yes, that's exactly what happened. I heard the struggle and saw a masked man flee the scene."
"We will investigate then," the ANBU informed the man. "Though I think it would be prudent to inform the Uchiha Police Force of this incident as well."
Han nodded and watched the ANBU leave – now that the area was empty, he was about to re-enter his house when he heard the heartbreaking sniffles of a child nearby. He carefully approached the bush the crying was coming from and peered behind it. There was a blonde haired boy he instantly recognised as the Jinchūriki of the Kyuubi.
Han had to swallow the bile in his throat as he gazed on the child. The boy's body was abnormally thin from lack of nutrition, and the once orange jumpsuit that he wore was more brown and dirty than its original colour. The boy must've felt his gaze as he snapped his face up to meet Han's eyes and he gasped, for staring back at him were the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen – eyes that he had only ever seen on one other person before … his old teammate Minato Namikaze – the man that became the Yondaime (Fourth) Hokage.
Han could see the healing scars and bruises on his exposed flesh and the smell coming from the boy indicated that some may have been infected … but how could they be infected if he had the Kyuubi sealed within him? He knew that Kushina Uzumaki had been the previous Jinchūriki and she had never been sick or suffered from infection. A sudden stray thought hit Han like a Doton Jutsu (Earth Technique) to the stomach. He didn't know where or why the thought appeared, but he indulged it.
What if the boy wasn't the Jinchūriki?
He saw Tenten scrunch her nose in disgust and he realised that she went to the Ninja Academy with the now possibly non-Jinchūriki. He moved to reprimand his daughter, but cursed when the boy fled from them. Han turned a disappointed look to his daughter, only to see that she had already realised how she had looked at the boy … the shame was evident on her face. He brushed it off and took to trying to catch-up to the boy … he cursed as his leg gave way five minutes into the chase – it was why he was no longer an active shinobi.
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Naruto couldn't believe it. The old man was dead and gone? Not even the Hokage had ever treated him like the old man had treated him. The Elders treated him kindly, the woman more so than the man, but this old man had only ever treated him with complete kindness, like he was a grandson or family. Naruto cried for the injustice of it all and although he tried to remain quiet in his suffering – he couldn't stop the sniffles and sobs … he was only five after all.
He heard the bush shake and he snapped his gaze to the eyes of Han, the old man's son. He saw the man gasp and felt as though he was being analysed by the man. He shifted his teary gaze to the girl that he went to the academy with and cringed at her look of disgust. Any other day, Naruto could've and would've shrugged that look off, as he'd been on the receiving end of that look his entire life, but this day … with the old man dead … he did the only thing that he could … he fled.
He didn't care where he was running – Naruto just ran. He barely noticed that the man was trying to catch-up with him, or that the man's daughter Tenten looked ashamed of herself, he just ran.
Somehow, the man stopped chasing him, and Naruto found himself in Training Ground 44, aka the Forest of Death. He knew there was an abandoned shack near the Village walls on the opposite side of the training ground, so he made his way there … only to find the clearing occupied.
The man was wearing a mask and was carrying an ornate wooden box. Naruto recognised the box as the one that the old man had let slip that he was going to give him when he graduated the Academy. Naruto had only ever confided in two people in regards to his chakra, and the old man promised to design him something that would help.
Iruka, Naruto's other sensei and the old man were the only ones he ever told, but his chakra compressed itself. If being an Uzumaki wasn't bad enough in regards to their incredibly dense and extensive chakra reserves … Naruto's chakra liked to condense wildly at random moments. Trying to use Jutsu was difficult enough, even with the Chakra Control Exercises that the old man had taught him, but if you added that compression effect? It was pointless. Even after a year of practicing and learning, he couldn't even utilize the Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique).
He snapped back to reality when he heard the masked man cough – was he sick? "Damn old man, why couldn't he just hand the box over without fighting back?"
Naruto glared at his clenched fists … he was only five years old and stood no chance of taking on the man, sick or not. Naruto knew it was a long shot, but something inside him spurred on his mind to think at levels that he'd never used before. His mind ran at incredible speeds – so much so that his nose started bleeding from the strain. Unbeknownst to Naruto – a tiny, glowing seal that sat behind his ear started cracking and breaking apart. Right as Naruto's mind was on the brink of shutting down from the strain – the seal shattered on his skin and Naruto slumped lifelessly to the ground – only to be caught by a panting and exhausted Han.
In Naruto's body, something unbelievable was happening. Certain blocks on him were rapidly dissolving under the newly released energy from the seal, and his chakra flow slowed to an incredible stop … right before it kick-started itself to flow as quickly as his mind had done not moments sooner.
Outside his body, the changes alarmed Han. Naruto's tanned skin became a softer shade. Though still tanned, it now looked as though he only spent a decent amount of time in the sun, and not all day. His hair suddenly stopped spiking at odd angles and fell softly against his head – now brushing his shoulders on length, whilst its colour became a blood red.
Naruto groaned softly – luckily quiet enough to not be discovered by the masked man – and Han gasped mentally in shock as the boy's blue eyes seemed to glow with power … but that wasn't what startled Han the most, no … for the boy's eyes had the spinning tomoe that denoted the Uchiha Clan's Kekkei Genkai (Bloodline Limit) known as Sharingan. The boy's eyes were still blue however, and it nagged at Han's memory. Han had often thought that Minato was a freak of nature by being able to analyse everything like an Uchiha despite not having their precious eyes, but if this boy had these strange eyes, then it stood to reason that Minato had also possessed the same genetic quirk.
'So Minato did have the Sharingan,' Han thought in shock. 'At least he had them in some capacity.'
Naruto was confused. So many memories and so much knowledge were now teasing his mind. Fūinjutsu, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and even Genjutsu … all the memories and knowledge of one far more powerful and skilled than he was, were now his! It took less than a second for his mind to process them all and he realised with tears that they belonged to his father: the Yondaime Hokage, Minato Namikaze.
It seemed that he had predicted the outcome of sealing the Kyuubi into his two children and unknowingly sealed the knowledge of his life – memories and all – into the child that didn't receive the Kyuubi. It was for in the off chance that the Demon Fox grew too much for his other child to handle, that the other child could refine on Minato's knowledge and seal the demon once and for all.
Something unexpected happened in the sealing process though … by using the Shiki Fūjin (Death Reaper Seal) he had unknowingly sealed his entire mind's knowledge (memories and all) in such a way that meant that the child would fuse that knowledge into their subconscious mind permanently … and not in the capacity of just knowing enough to seal the beast.
Minato only intended for the knowledge of the Demon's Seal to be sealed within the child … and instead he sealed everything he knew.
"P-Please," quietly gasped Naruto – desperately grasping at Han's shirt. "I-It hurts … so much death … s-so much pain."
Naruto was recalling the death and pain in his father's memories – and they were ugly feelings and memories. Naruto immediately clawed at his head – the memories threatening to overwhelm him and he let out a god awful scream of pain. His chakra blew outwards in a single powerful wave and knocked Han and the masked man off their feet. What Naruto didn't know was that the pulse was something that the Sandaime Hokage felt from his office … or that its signature was close enough to Minato's chakra that it alerted all ANBU. ANBU swarmed the area where Han was now struggling to help an in pain Naruto. The Sandaime had the ANBU apprehend the masked man, revealing him to be Mizuki from the Academy.
"Han, please take Naruto to the hospital," Hiruzen Sarutobi ordered.
Han nodded and pulled the now still child's body into his chest – he sped off to the hospital as quickly as his damaged leg would take him.
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Tenten Higurashi was ashamed of herself. She had seen the boy around the school and had seen his atrocious behaviour, and that showed on her face when she saw him outside her house crying. Then she saw the small things that she often ignored. The boy was deathly thin and the smell was from wounds that hadn't healed properly. She knew that since she aspired to be like Tsunade Senju: the Slug Sannin. Tenten had seen the boy's spot on perfect accuracy in all things sharp and pointy and even felt jealous of how skilled the boy was, but now that she had seen the things she often ignored … she couldn't be more ashamed of her actions.
She sighed as she opened the hospital room's door. The room was a standard hospital room, except for the fact that her tired father sat next to the now red haired child. The room's occupants were silent and the only noise that could be heard was the beeping machine that told them that the boy was still alive.
The ornate box that had been stolen from them sat on the boy's bedside table. They had discovered the note in it addressed the same boy in the bed, and that, added to the fact that the boy was crying outside their house, told them that he had known her grandfather. They had discovered the note in the box and it had explained that he had designed the revolutionary weapons to aid the boy … Naruto … in his shinobi life – though they were incomplete prototypes.
The door rattled open and Tenten jumped and bowed as the Hokage and a serious faced doctor entered the room. Han also bowed softly and the Sandaime waved him to remain seated.
"Any improvement" the Sandaime asked quietly. Han shook his head negatively and sighed as Tenten placed her hand on his shoulder.
Han had described the incident from start to finish in terrifying detail and it was only because Tenten was involved that she had the right to hear everything being discussed. Though a look from the Sandaime had her realise that what was going to be revealed was not for her ears. Tenten understood and obeyed the silent order – she left after another bow and the moment she was gone, the doctor ran through many hand seals to seal the room from eavesdroppers.
Once the seal had been erected, Han stood to his full height and merely said one word: "Explain."
The only reason that Han could get away with demanding an explanation from the Hokage was because he was listed in Minato's will as a Guardian should anything happen to Kushina and Jiraiya.
"I swear to you Han," Hiruzen honestly answered. "I swear that if I had known about his treatment … then I would have intervened."
Han deflated and sat back into his seat. "Did you check to see if my suspicions were correct?"
Hiruzen nodded seriously and turned to the doctor, who continued. "We have determined that the Sharingan Kekkei Genkai has been awoken in Uzumaki-san. We cannot explain its unique coloration, but he has complete access to it, like any other Uchiha. We can only conclude that the Namikaze Clan was somehow affiliated to the Uchiha Clan at some point in history."
"Furthermore, the same DNA Markers were present in the blood sample obtained from our beloved Yondaime Hokage," the Doctor continued. "There is something troubling however …"
The Sandaime perked up and nodded to encourage the Doctor to continue.
"We have also determined that … blocks … had been placed on Uzumaki-san," the Doctor hesitantly spoke. "Whatever seal was released has caused them to break, but our preliminary scans show that whoever is responsible … sealed everything bar his physical abilities."
Han frowned and placed his large hand on the ornate box. "A-And the other thing, I suggested?"
The Sandaime blinked. "What other 'thing?'"
The Doctor straightened up and nodded seriously. "You were correct Higurashi-san. The Uzumaki boy's chakra does behave wildly, for we have discovered that it compresses itself on top of its density and vast size."
Hiruzen's eyes widened at the information. "Then that means … all those times he complained about Jutsu not working properly … he was telling the truth?"
"Yes Hokage-sama," the Doctor confirmed. "I feel that teaching such limited techniques such as the Bunshin Jutsu would be foolish in Uzumaki-san's case."
"One last thing," Han spoke up – interrupting any further discussion on Naruto's chakra. "The last of my suspicions … tell me honestly, or I take my family and leave Konoha."
Hiruzen became serious at the threat. The Higurashi Family was responsible for every legendary weapon used by Konoha. Hell, even their ANBU used their standard stock as it was leagues above the other blacksmiths in the Village.
"Answer me honestly, Sandaime-sama," Han demanded. "Is Naruto the Jinchūriki of the Kyuubi? I have my suspicions that he is not the Jinchūriki and after seeing the condition of his health … I'd say I'm right, aren't I?"
Hiruzen sighed and nodded. "I honestly didn't know until just this morning. It appears as though the trace of Soul Fūinjutsu that we sensed was not the Shiki Fūjin that we originally thought it was, but this unknown seal that his father placed on him."
"So in your ignorance," Han growled menacingly. "In your ignorance, you have damned an innocent five year old child to hell?"
Hiruzen bristled at the comment but couldn't refute it. Koharu and Homura had been demanding him to check the seal for three years, and he left it alone out of fear. Now he finds that Naruto was not the Jinchūriki and that he had been tortured by blocks in his system?
Han huffed at the Hokage but sighed before continuing. "We must discuss his training. Naruto's chakra alone demands specialist training, as you well know. Naruto's wild chakra is a sign that he is next in line to the Namikaze Clan. His Uzumaki heritage has made it difficult to control the wildness of the Namikaze Chakra, but now that the blocks are gone … he is adapting at a remarkable rate."
"And let's not forget that he has a mutated Sharingan," the Doctor interjected. "Legally, we would have to inform the Uchiha Clan of this."
"Since it has been determined that Naruto-kun is not the Jinchūriki," Hiruzen spoke. "He would be able to be adopted by any Clan that proves itself … however I must keep that knowledge a secret."
"Excuse me?" Han growled. "After everything that's happened … you're going to hide this knowledge?"
"Be reasonable Han," Hiruzen rebutted. "I like Naruto as much as you seem to feel obligated to help, but if news got out that Naruto wasn't the Jinchūriki, we'd be open to war."
"Then find and recall Naruto's mother." Han countered.
"I-I can't do that," Hiruzen answered nervously. "She slipped out from our radar three years ago, and has taken Naruto's sister with her."
"So you'll damn Naruto to another life of hell," Han concluded. "And give up searching for Kushina and her daughter?"
Hiruzen nodded in defeat. "I can't see any other option. I'll have a trusted ANBU watch Naruto from now on and have him purchase food and suitable clothing for him."
"With all due respect, Sandaime-sama," Han countered. "That won't be enough, and you know it."
"Then what do you suggest, Han?" Hiruzen hissed tiredly.
Han hummed and was petting the box when the idea hit him. "Assign the ANBU to protect, feed and clothe him – as you have suggested – but I suggest you also assign someone to train him."
At Hiruzen's alarmed look he continued. "Not anyone like Danzo, but surely you have a loyal Uchiha to help train him in his Sharingan? Let's not forget that the child will most likely have all of his father's memories, and we wouldn't leave them in the hands of an untrained child, would we?"
Hiruzen blinked. "You make an excellent point, Han. What else do you propose?"
"Simple," Han commented – presenting the box. "My own father designed these prototypes and he designed them for Naruto and him alone. Allow him to train with my daughter and me as well. Naruto gets a possible friend and I can learn what my father intended with these weapons – though I suspect that Naruto will know a little about them. According to my father's note, he congratulated Naruto-san on thinking up a brilliant idea."
"Then we will do this," the Sandaime spoke with authority. "What did your father call these weapons?"
"Revolvers," the quiet voice of Naruto spoke – startling the three men in the room. "The old man called them Revolvers."
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Naruto groaned tiredly and stretched as he got up. He enjoyed the popping noises as his back and shoulders were relieved of their unnecessary pressure. He made his way into his bathroom and ran the water for a second to make sure no dirty water was there before splashing his face and wetting his hair.
As he grew, his hair had darkened to a point that you could only see the red if he was standing in bright light. Naruto ran a hand through his hair and then slapped his face to wake up. Rubbing his now stinging cheeks he idly wondered if he should shave. He decided against shaving and was just glad that the accursed whisker marks that he had growing up were gone once he started shaving.
It was the day of graduation and it still stunned him that ten years had gone past so quickly.
He took a glance in the mirror to assess his body and grinned. Training had been good to his body – that and a healthy diet. He was built and muscled, but not overly so – he had the body of a swimmer, maybe a little more built than a swimmer but he digressed. Naruto now stood at six feet tall, and apparently taller than his father who had been five foot nine.
Sighing, Naruto moved to his single bedroom apartment's kitchen to prepare breakfast. Years living alone with minimal socialization – aside from Tenten and her father, along with a few others like the Elders and the Hokage – had seen him grow up to be actually rather polite. He spoke when spoken to, or if he needed to get a point across, but otherwise … he held his tongue.
He opened the fridge and glanced inside. Milk … expired. Eggs … off. Everything was off in the fridge and a glance told him that the bread in the holder was mouldy.
"Guess I'm eating out for breakfast," Naruto sighed, before moving to properly dress himself. He dressed in thick, dark grey, almost black pants and slipped on a pair of black leather boots that he had acquired from a foreign merchant that year. He moved to his bedside table and picked up a dark brown leather belt/harness and tightened it around his waist. He tied the straps of leather to his pants leg and tenderly caressed the weapons that sat inside them.
There were two of the old man's revolvers made and Naruto held both – one each on each side in a unique holster. Tenten had crafted them for him since he had been complaining about having to carry them around. Unlike the metals used for kunai and shuriken, the old man had somehow come across Uzumaki Chakra Metal and had forged them from it. [AN1]
At first they were designed to use metal implements called 'Bullets' but Naruto had since reworked the Fūinjutsu in the weapons to utilize his unique chakra. Oh he still kept the bullets mind you. He used them to trick his enemies into thinking that he needed the bullets to use the weapon, and when they thought that he'd run out … bang … they were dead because of their error. Of course he'd never actually used them on enemies. Sure, he'd used them on his Kage Bunshin (Shadow Clones) but they weren't counted as live training in his book.
He double-checked that they were loaded and stylishly holstered them by spinning them backwards. Once they were secure, he moved to a grey, long sleeved shirt and slipped it on. He then tucked it in and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Over the shirt, he slipped on a button up black vest that he'd personally ingrained Fūinjutsu into to act as armour.
He rechecked the belt and holster and nodded in satisfaction. As he moved to the door he caught his appearance in his mirror and hummed. He had a dark, five o'clock shadow on his face from not shaving the last day. He debated on whether or not to shave again, before shrugging and picking up a pair of fingerless, black leather gloves that were well used from training. He slipped them into a nearby coat pocket and slipped the coat over his outfit. It was a simple dark grey trench coat that could pass as an old black coat, and the only thing unique about it was that it was ingrained with Naruto's Fūinjutsu. It was otherwise unremarkable – as was the rest of his outfit, but it served its purpose.
Naruto knew that others didn't dress as oddly as he did – the shinobi and kunoichi anyway, and most thought that he was always dressing in off duty clothing, but again, they served their purpose and tricked those around him into thinking less of him. Naruto checked the time and groaned – he still had hours before graduation. He shrugged and left the apartment, making sure to lock the place up after leaving – Fūinjutsu was amazing.
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Naruto walked down the street, minding his own business. He easily dodged the civilians as he made his way to his destination – the little Ramen Stand known as Ichiraku's. Contrary to popular belief, they served more than just Ramen there, but years of specialising in Ramen had seen people calling them Ichiraku Ramen, instead of just Ichiraku's.
"Welcome," chimed the voice of the owner's daughter, Ayame. "O-Oh, Naruto, what can I get you this morning?"
"Well good morning to you too Ayame," Naruto responded with a polite nod of the head. "I'd like a Full Breakfast and Coffee, please."
"R-Right away, Naruto," Ayame floundered, before moving to the back kitchen to pass along the order.
"Naruto, my boy," a voice boomed – it was the owner Teuchi Ichiraku. "Are you here to terrorise my daughter again?"
Naruto smiled and shook his head negatively. "No, I wouldn't dream of it Teuchi-san. Ayame could do so much better than a shinobi as a partner."
Teuchi frowned. At their first meeting, Naruto had been a skinny little runt, and it wasn't a secret that Teuchi refused any shinobi that tried to get close to Ayame, but Naruto had become a good, respectable young man with a healthy build. If anyone was worthy enough for his girl, it was Naruto.
Ayame returned with the order and a strong mug of coffee.
"Thank you Ayame," Naruto acknowledged before taking a sip. "Perfectly brewed as always Ayame, you'll make someone very happy one day."
Ayame blushed and left the scene, and Teuchi couldn't believe how charming the boy was in regards to romance. He smiled fondly at Naruto and moved to serve the next customer, whilst Naruto ate his breakfast. After finishing and complimenting a blushing Ayame, Naruto left to head to the Academy.
As he approached the Academy, he noticed a person already waiting for him at the gate. As he got closer the form of one Tenten Higurashi was there waiting for him.
"You're early," Tenten commented casually.
"And you graduated last year," Naruto countered. "You knew I'd be early, didn't you?"
"Would I be waiting here otherwise?" she huffed, before jumping on him and hugging him.
"You haven't been around the shop," Tenten mumbled into his coat. "Father and I were worried, you idiot."
Naruto firmly held onto the distraught girl and rubbed her back. "Hey, I promised that I would come by after graduation."
"We can celebrate my graduation properly," Naruto winked at Tenten.
Tenten blushed crimson and slapped his shoulder. "T-That was one time, and only because we were horny, Naruto."
"Sure, sure," Naruto chuckled. "One time, you say? Then what about the other … what? Twelve times after that … were they practise or something?"
Tenten squeaked, but a sly smile appeared on her face. "Fine, you caught me. Dad's not going to be around today or tomorrow … a project from the Hokage. We'll have the house all … to … ourselves."
Naruto kissed Tenten's bouncy hair and smirked. "Then I'll see you after graduation, my lady."
Tenten huffed, but left with a pleased smile on her face. After she'd left, Naruto turned to a nearby tree and sighed. "You shouldn't be eavesdropping, Kakashi."
"And miss out on my little brother charming the ladies?" Kakashi pouted.
"If I recall," Naruto replied. "You stopped eavesdropping when I managed to 'charm' Anko out of her panties last Christmas."
Kakashi glared at Naruto playfully. "Hey, lover-boy … Anko is my girlfriend, remember?"
"Oh we know," Naruto retorted. "We do these things to mess with you Kakashi."
Kakashi sighed happily. "You've grown up so well, little brother. I'm so proud of you."
"Uh-huh," Naruto deadpanned. "I have to prepare for graduation. If Iruka catches you 'tainting' me, he's going to go berserk; I'll talk to you later."
Kakashi waved in surrender and disappeared in a 'poof' of smoke.
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That's it for the chapter. Next chapter, when I get around to it, will have Naruto using the guns.
[AN1] – Same as the top of the story. Naruto uses two 1875 Army Outlaw Revolvers.
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AS ALWAYS: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.
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