Title: The Perfect Host

Summary: Akatsuki has finally captured the nine-tailed fox. Madara wants him alive for a specific purpose. He called Naruto the 'purest' host. What exactly does Madara have in store for our young hero?

Genre: Suspense/ tragedy

Rated: T

Pairings: Naruhina, other pairings undecided.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does.

Side Note: My story takes place about a month after chapter 474, so it may contain spoilers.

As we walked further down the beach, we discovered that we weren't alone. A man stood along the shoreline with a fiddle in his hands. He had short brown hair, and his eyes were the color of the moon. He wore a long black coat, and had an air of mystery about him. He raised his bow and began to play. The melody was beautiful, and yet haunting. I felt dizzy as the music danced out across the waves. Hinata started walking towards the man, completely mesmerized. He turned towards her, almost like he was charming her. I looked at the scene, and felt a chill run up my spine. He smiled as his eyes flashed red for a moment. My eyes widened in horror, as I realized that Hinata was walking towards a demon. "Hinata, stay back." I screamed.

Chapter Seven

The music took on a soothing tone, as the man's eyes closed. The moonlight peeped from behind the clouds, and highlighted Hinata. The air blew around her frame, rustling her hair and coaxing her further along. Lightning bugs danced around her casting colors like: blues, purples, greens, and soft yellows. A thin mist danced around the fiddler playfully. I looked at the scene in awe. That fiddle held a type of magic that seemed to control even nature. It was so beautiful, that for a moment, the danger of the moment seemed to evade my mind. The man opened his eyes again gazing upon her. I gasped and started running towards her.

I was running, but I wasn't covering any ground. It was like I was frozen in my place. My eyes widened as I looked on helplessly. "Hinata, stay back." I screamed hoping to bring her back. She smiled and closed her eyes. The fiddler bowed a little when she finally reached him. He caressed her cheek and stared at her like she was his long lost wife. "Hinata." He breathed. His words flowed like silk. I was confused. "What in the hell is going on?" He turned his attention towards me. "I'm sorry Naruto Uzumaki, you lose." His bow turned into a sword, and he took a defensive stance. "You will not take her away from me without a fight." In the corner a pair of sharingan eyes glowed darkly.

Naruto (the fakey) sat in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Gaara walked into the room silently and rested his gaze upon the blond. Naruto looked at him expectantly. "Hey Gaara, is everything alright?" Gaara stared at him without uttering a word. Naruto blinked in surprise. "Gaara? Why are you staring at me like that?" Gaara continued to stare as if he was searching for something. Naruto looked at him in annoyance. "Gaara cut it out your getting on my nerves." Gaara looked at him for one more second and then silently slipped out of the door. Naruto stared at the door feeling a mixture of annoyance and paranoia. "Has my cover somehow been blown? Do they suspect something?" "They will be able to see through the fake Naruto." Sasuke's words echoed in his mind. Kurou shook his head.

Gaara walked back towards his office in deep thought. "There is no doubt about it, that's definitely not Naruto. I will not alert anyone to this yet, not until I learn a little bit more about our strange visitor." Gaara smiled in amusement as a thought ran across his mind. "I think a little Konaha hospitality should do just fine."

"You want me to bring some flowers to Naruto?" Ino asked. Gaara nodded. "Yes, I want you to rig the flowers with a listening device." Ino cocked her eyebrow. "Why?" Gaara leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "I thought the flowers might brighten his day." He said innocently hoping to avoid further questions. Ino blinked. "No, I understand that, but why does there have to be a listening device in them?" Gaara scratched his head. "So we will know if he is trying to sneak out?" Gaara said as if he was asking a question. Ino stared at him in disbelief. "Well, alright, if you say so." Gaara sighed in relief when she left the room.

"Naruto?" Ino said as she entered the room. Naruto looked at her from his bed and smiled. "Hey Ino, how's it going?" Ino smiled and walked beside his bed and placed the flowers on his nightstand. Naruto looked at the flower arrangement curiously. "Are those for me?" Ino nodded proudly. "I made this design just for you." Naruto smiled clearly touched. "Awe thanks. This is really beautiful. You have really outdone yourself." Ino beamed proudly. "So how have you been?" Naruto sighed. "Bored." She nodded. "I can see that. Don't worry, though, this should all be ending soon enough. Just hang in there a little bit longer." She said patting his leg. Naruto smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Ino-pig." A voice sayed from somewhere in the room. Ino's eyes flashed angrily at Naruto. "What did you just call me?

Naruto jumped up from his bed and started backing up against the wall, shaking his hands defensively. "N-n-n-no I didn't call you that." A fist slammed against his jaw as Ino knocked him across the room. Gaara sat at his desk amused as he listened to the sounds of protests and slamming fists.

-End Chapter-

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Author's Note: Alright, chapter seven! So our 'demon of the sea' needs a name. That has been opened up to ya'll. What's a good name for our fiddler?

Facts about our fiddler:

Name: ?

Age: 21

Height: 5'9

Weight: 160 lbs.

Talent: Plays Fiddle

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: White

Sign: Aquarius

Fashion: He wears a long black coat, and wears a blue shirt, black pants and shoes.

Has a mysterious air about him. No known past.