A/N: THE YEAR OF THE REQUEST RETURNS! Alrighty there my dear ladies and gentlemen, I'm back! I can't believe I'm saying this but...ALMOST A THOUSAND REVIEWS?! DAMN! Lets see if we can reach that marker with this chapter!
Thank you all for the support!
*Waves!*
Now, this chapter was rather grueling for me to write. But I'm back! With the chapter before the penultimate chapter! That's right, we've got about two or three more to go, if you count the epilogue. I never thought this story would come to an end, but this is likely near it. Hope ya'll enjoyed! It certainly has been a wild ride but it isn't over quite yet! There are still MASSIVE reveals to be had and I guarantee they'll be shockers! Now...
ALL ABOARD THE NARUTOXMIYA SHIP!
Ready...
...set...
...GO~!
"Nononononono! What are you two doing here?! Shoo! Both of you! SHOO~!"
~?
Naked Blade
"LIVE FREE OR DIE WITHOUT RAMEN, DATTEBAYO!"
Naruto dove beneath Miya's falling blade with all the skill of a tumbling acrobat, narrowly evading certain decapitation at the purplette's hands as the naked edge of her blade splintered the floor of Maison Izumo. Not willing to risk the building's integrity further, he flung himself out of an open window, cackling like a mad jester as she gave chase. A harsh behind him heralded the destruction of the wall containing said window and a good portion of the roof. Ooh. That was going to be an expensive fix.
It was slightly troubling to see that she'd taken out the Totsuga No Tsurugi (Ten Hands Long Sword) but what did he have to fear from such a blade?
It was all part of the plan, of course.
Yes, all part of the-YEOW!
"What the hell?!"
His mild laughter warped into a strangled yelp as the Sekirei's sword shaved several strands of saffron from his head. Skidding to a halt, the blond frantically palmed at his head, mildly annoyed when his hand came away bloody. He'd just been given an impromptu haircut. And somewhat injured, if his throbbing ear was any indication. The wound itself didn't trouble him; he could already fee it healing, mending even as he tried to make sense of the strange situation in which he found himself.
What did bother him was the agility.
When Miya tried to close with him again he finally lost his patience and fought back, a wall of scarlet chakra picking up the rampaging swordswoman and hurling her into a house. Said house folded like a house-ha!-of cards around the berserk sekirei as he looked on. Oops. Hopefully no one was home...? Oh, he knew she could handle a blast like that, but the fact that she'd managed to injure him at all was rather troubling. It didn't matter that he'd been holding back; he'd always been faster than her.
So where had that burst of speed come from earlier?
'Behind you!' Ashura barked!
Naruto's gaze snapped up as a shadow fell over him...
...and his jaw dropped.
"YOU BETTER NOT HIT ME WITH THAT TRUCK!"
That was all he had time to ponder before ten tons of flaming trailer came crashing down on his head.
(...)
Uzume frowned as a mushroom cloud rose in the distance.
"Okay...they're not stopping."
"Should they be?" Yashima inquired hesitantly, propping herself up against her hammer.
"Huh." the buxom brunette paused, considering. "Now that you mention it...I dunno. They've never been at it this long."
"Scary..." Yomi muttered blackly, poking a finger into the ground. "Miya's scary...
"Aw, they're not that bad."
"Not that bad?!" the scythe-wielder bolted to her feet, eyes wide. "They almost leveled the house!"
"Bah, Naruto'll fix it by the end of the day. He always does."
"Eh?!"
Yashima sighed at the ruckus, deflating slightly. She admittedly knew precious little about their shared Ashikabi when it came to his crazy pranks; Naruto-sama often proved most baffling in the realm of mischief and merrymaking. It was impossible. She'd long since given up trying to understand the baffling blond, simply accepting that she would follow the wishes of her heart to stay true to him, madness and all. Miya-dono was terrifying to be sure, but Naruto-sama appeared to honestly enjoy baiting her. As if it were a game to him.
Still...he found the strangest things ways to amuse himself these days.
Like painting Maison Izumo orange.
At first, Naruto and Miya had started out as they often did, one would wind the other up and then said other would lead them on a merry chase about Maison Izumo. But at some point the blond's game had degenerated into an outright brawl and Miya had come at him with extreme force. Naruto, being Naruto, naturally took exception to that. Events snowballed from there. Only a handful of seconds had elapsed since they'd taken their battle elsewhere, yet to those watching it seemed like an eternity had passed, equal parts fear and anxiety
Matsu had locked herself in her room and hidden under the bed. Homura simply dismissed it as Naruto being Naruto.
The cloth-wielding Sekirei was inclined to believe otherwise.
She could sense the Pillar's killer intent even from here, a stifling aura of wrath and something else she couldn't quite identify. So too did she detect the eldritch forces Naruto summoned to counteract her wrath. This battle was so far beyond her ken it wasn't even funny anymore; like watching two and although it paled in comparison to the hell that had been Kaguya, it was still pretty scary. Weeks upon weeks of mounting sexual frustration and relentless teasing pranks had reached a boiling point at long last and it seemed Miya'd finally had enough. She'd gone berserk.
There would be no coming back from this.
She was either going to get herself winged or die trying.
And for the life of her Uzume wasn't quite sure how she felt about that.
"Think we should go after them?"
"Fuck that." Karasuba yawned. "Its too damn early for this shit. I'm going back to bed."
Akitsu nodded in sage agreement.
"Bed."
Tsukiumi colored.
"But shouldn't we-
"Meh, let 'em fuck and be done with it." the blade-wielder sighed, stifling a jaw-popping yawn. "They'll be fine once they get it out of their system." She wisely chose not to mention that she would have done the same damn thing a few months ago, yet here she was, forgoing a fight in favor of sleep. Funny how laid back she'd bcome since the blond winged her. Besides...
...she could always watch the feed on Matsu's satellite later.
(...)
"...ow."
'That's what you get for letting your guard down.' Ashura admonished as his host came to beneath the burning wreck. 'If you'd been serious from the start this never would have happened.'
"If I'd been serious, Miya would die."
'Point taken.'
Naruto grunted quietly as he emerged from the flaming ruin of the street, his shirt battered and torn but otherwise intact. Mostly. A loose tooth wiggled painfully in his mouth and he spat it out angrily, turning his head to survey the damage Miya had wrought. The crash hadn't done much to harm him physically, but the explosion had set an entire city block aflame. That said block was conspicuously absent of casualties would've been curious in-and-of itself, yet with the area all but devoid of life and unable to detect any life in surrounding area beyond even a single chopper monitoring them from the sky, the blond found his suspicions aroused.
The timing was just too convenient.
Was Minaka behind it?
That aside, he didn't remember Miya being quite this fast in their spars.
Or strong enough to toss a truck at him that matter.
Then again, he had never pushed her this far before, either.
"Oi, Miya!" he called, pitching his voice to carry, "Can you tone it down a little-
Too late.
The first Sekirei was on him a heartbeat later, leaping from the rubble, a white and purple blur forcing the blond to give ground when she swung a killing stroke intended to open his stomach. Oh, it certainly would have too-if he hadn't unsealed the Head Cleaver to parry at the last second. To his relief, despite the somewhat startling increase in speed, her strength was still well below the realm of his. Nevertheless, his arm shook from the force of blocking her, sending an almost pleasant tingle shooting down his spine.
His chakra sang in response, the biju energy within him thrilling at the unexpected struggle.
Rend crush killdestroydecimatedefenistrate-
'No, no, no! No, you don't! You're not allowed to get excited!'
Clamping down on his rising lust for battle, the blond returned his attention the sexy creature trying to kill him and exerted his will upon the hilt in his hand. The effect was immediate; Miya promptly gave ground as he utilized a mere fraction of his superior strength to press down against the smaller Sekirei. Despite Miya's fierce efforts and angry hisses, he simply forced her back, inch by inch until the woman was bent nearly parallel to the ground. Any further and she'd be flat on her back, but still he pressed down.
Even then she didn't give up, and continued to curse at him.
The ninja scowled.
"Alright," a growl pushed past his teeth, "That's enough. I was just messing around ya know, can't you take a...
...joke?"
Naruto frowned when Miya's face didn't change. Blazing red orbs glowered up at him over crossed steel, her mouth set in a rictus of a snarl, snapping and spitting as she struggled against him. That was not a Miya-like expression. Not all. He couldn't remember every rendering her speechless through anger before. Not even after that one time he'd broken all her dishes. Then he noticed her eyes, those red/scarlet windows into her soul that were often so bright, so filled with warmth...but now...now there was no such warmth to be found.
These were fierce eyes.
Angry eyes.
Wild eyes.
"Miya?"
Eyes that didn't recognize him in the least.
Oh, fuck all kinds of duck!
The wayward shinobi had just enough time to understand the gravity of his error before Miya abruptly ended the clash. Relinquishing her sword, the Sekirei surrendered to gravity and dropped flat to the ground, leaving the much-larger zanbato to sweep harmlessly overhead. Even as Naruto balked at the unorthodox tactic, she tucked both knees into her bosom and bucked, slamming a vicious kick into his unprotected groin with all her considerable might. Any other man would've had their "boys" broken outright, their balls ground to a fleshy red paste.
Naruto Uzumaki was only slightly more fortunate.
Being one of the most durable men on the planet, the jinchuuriki merely experienced a wave of crippling pain. Oh, and flight.
Did he mention flight?
The sheer force of Miya's powerful kick physically ripped the last shinobi from his feet, hurled him through thee houses, and into the city. The occupied city. An assault like that would have terminated all but the most high-ranking Sekirei, rendered them into a bloody paste. Naruto merely scowled as he skipped across the ground like a flung stone, tumbling end over end, ignoring startled passerby and frightened soldiers as he did his level best not to hit anything; because his mind was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was going on here?!
Miya...she'd never acted like this before.
Never.
Not once.
Ever had she taken his teasing in stride since taking him in so long ago, and in return he'd gone out of his way not to make too much trouble for her...until recently. Perhaps with the start of the Sekirei Plan he'd simply assumed things would remain as they always had, that she would tolerate him no matter what he said and did. He'd never wanted to take advantage of her hospitality, never once given thought to how she might react to him forging so many new bonds while theirs remained the same.
Had he pushed her too far?
In all the years that they'd known one another she'd simply never been this riled up and for the life of him he didn't know how to make her stop. It simply boggled the mind. He knew she cared for him in her own way, and he cared about her, too. He just hadn't been willing to act on those feelings, not with Takehito's ghost looming between them like a dark shadow. So he'd poked and prodded her, trying to convince her to move on and forget about him, all so she wouldn't betray her husband. Now it seemed all of his impeccable acting had been for naught-BECAUSE SHE WAS TRYING TO CHOP HIS BALLS OFF! A potent mix of attraction, anger and a sprinkling of lust made for a heady cocktail, it seemed.
Now she'd lost herself and it was his responsibility to fix things.
Again.
'Okay, I've flown far enough, I think.' he decided at last. 'Shouldn't be too many casualties this far into the city...hopefully.'
Wedging a clawed hand into the earth to slow his momentum, he raised his gaze, waiting for the purple streak that signaled another attack. He didn't wait long. A glint of sunlight on metal was his only warning. In the handful of nanoseconds required to kill his terminal velocity Miya was on him yet again, having recovered her sword during his short-lived little flight, driving in low and fast. Naruto countered with a high sweep, taking the Head Cleaver up and bringing it about in a vertical lunge against her parallel.
CLANG~!
The subsequent shockwave of swords shattered every window within a mile radius, hurling glass down on hapless passerby and sending them shrieking for cover. Naruto would've liked to make certain they were safe, but he simply couldn't afford to divert his attention between saving civilians and fending Miya off. Weaker than him she might well be, but it would only take a single slip while she was in such a frenzied state to inflict serious harm against him. On the same front he couldn't afford to use his true strength and lose control of himself; a task that grew increasingly difficult as their blades clashed.
Parrying an explosive strike, he spun an open backhand into Miya's face, only for the Sekirei to bite the fingers that had struck her. Naruto squawked and kicked out with a knee, propelling the enraged lavender-haired woman away from as he waved his bleeding fingers. Say what you would about Miya but she'd never done that before. That and she had very sharp teeth!
"Are you trying to kill me, oi?! I need that hand!"
Her only response was an incoherent shriek as she dislodged her weapon and hurled herself at him anew. This time, the force of her strike made his arm ache when he blocked. And not in a pleasant way. Skirting her next strike he made as if to feint right, only for her to close in on his flank instead, momentarily forcing him onto the back foot. Utilizing the larger bulk of the Head Cleaver to weather her storm of strikes, frustration mounting and swiftly running out of nonlethal options, Naruto flared his chakra in a burst of killing intent and gave it physical form.
"DAMNIT, MIYA! KNOCK IT OOOOOOOOOFF!"
Half of Shinto Teito-and more than a few unlucky Sekirei-fainted dead away as a howling Ten-Tails rose up in their midst, lone eye rolling madly in its skull. A physical representation of his anger, an instrument of sheer terror, the mere sight of it was enough to paralyze even the most hardened warrior. This was a beast beyond mortal reckoning, a creature of pure malice that no one could understand, let alone approach. Even the most mad of individuals would sooner soil themselves than face this abomination.
Miya only growled.
Naruto grimaced, willing the ghastly apparition to fade before the entire capital died from fright.
She wasn't even intimidated by that, now?!
Evidently not, judging by the vicious wind blade now hurtling towards his head. Naruto took exception to that, leaping away to alight upon the side one of the few remaining skyscrapers. Not cool! Wind was his element. Not something you created through a ridiculously fast slash! Cheap hack! Scowling, he shot up the building, with Miya hot on his heels. Incredulous at this unexpected feat the shinobi nearly lost his footing and tumbled down the slick surface! For the life of him he didn't know how the Sekirei was able to chase him up a vertical face without chakra, and he found he didn't have time to care.
"Are we having fun yet, Miya-chan~?!"
Her only answer was a snarl.
Then they clashed.
After that he had bigger concerns.
(...)
So did Minaka Hiroto.
The President of MBI had been having a rather good day until now, all things considered.
He'd started his morning off with a hearty breakfast and a glass of wine, checked his phone, begun a fresh rounds of experiments, and deemed that his marvelous plan was progressing precisely as he'd planned. Rather, it had until word reached him of a Sekirei battle. At first he'd assumed it was just another pair of Ashikabi showing off. Naturally he had given orders for soldiers to clear the area so as to minimize civilian casualties. But then he received news that said battle had reached the city. Slightly more problematic to evacuate, but he tasked his men to it regardless.
This report came hot on the heels that a monster had been sighted in the city limits, only to vanish immediately thereafter.
THEN someone started destroying city property.
Skyscrapers!
Entire buildings!
Just...cutting them apart!
Chopping them up into little pieces!
By now the ruler of Shinto Teito was honestly beginning to fret.
Someone had been sent to investigate of course, but seeing as they'd yet to report back, worry had gradually grown into outright annoyance.
Why did he suspect Naruto-kun was the root of all this?
The Discipline Squad was a mere shadow of itself without Karasuba at the helm, but he was not without his pawns. Unfortunately those pawns weren't quite ready yet and the few that were functional he wanted to keep in reserve until the time was ripe. Naruto-kun was a clever player in the game, and Minaka knew better than to underestimate him. Kaguya-chan had done that, and she was dead. As he had no intention of dying, clever Minaka had erected all manner of fail safes to prevent the blond from hunting him down. As such, he was still confident in the endgame-
That all changed when an orange and purple blur shot past his penthouse window.
No.
Not these two!
This was most assuredly NOT part of the plan!
It was against the rules! Completely, wholly, UTTERLY against the rules!
"Nononono! What are you two doing up here?!" he squawked! "Shoo, both of you! SHOO!"
(...)
Naruto and Miya never heard him.
"ORAH!"
"Seyah!"
Kubikiribōchō met Totsuga No Tsurugi in a mad dance choreographed by an absolute psychopath; Ninja and Sekirei twisted, slashed, dodged and spun as they tried to cut one another apart. Time and time again naked steel darted out in search of blood, and time after time, found themselves stymied by the superior swordsmanship of the other. Shockwaves flitted out like mad insects as steel greeted steel, with Naruto and Miya quite literally fighting their way up the side of the MBI building, never once pausing in their assault lest they loose their footing and plummet to their doom.
Every second was an eternity to them; in the blink of an eye they exchanged half a dozen blows, some finding their mark, others sweeping wide to blast great sheets of metal away from the skyscraper they were rapidly rising up on.
The uphill battle that followed left the blond's heart racing, and he found himself grinning despite his own trepidation. More than once he caught himself putting too much force into his blows. A solid hit would knock her right off the building, and he wasn't willing to see how durable she was after being out of the game for so many years. Still, they could only rise so high before they ran out of ground, so to speak. In the end, the choice was made for Naruto when Miya surprised him with a savage right hook to the temple, hurling him off the side and towards the ground below as though he'd been struck by the hand of an angry goddess.
And in a sense, he had.
Wheeling in the air, Naruto strapped the head cleaver to his back and curled himself into a ball. Then, pulling heavily upon Isobu's chakra, mixing it with Son's until it achieved the desired effect. Thick grey coral coated his arms and legs, followed shortly by the rest of his body, warming as he called upon the Yoton element. When he struck the ground he saw rather than felt the crater his passage created, his new armor acted as as an impenetrable shield to cushion the damage by channeling the force of his impact into his hastily erected facade and softening the ground all at once.
Leaving the Sanbi's armor to crumble away, he rose from his crouch-from the hole he'd made-created a clone and issued it a set of instructions. Only once it gladly went to its task did he finally risk a glance back at the creaking MBI building. If his guess was right she'd probably already jumped by now which meant-
WHUMP.
Miya slammed into the sidewalk beside with incredible speed not a moment later, absorbing the impact with bent knees. Ruby red eyes locked onto him, narrowed. A deafening silence fell over the street, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
Naruto bit back a groan, unlimbering his blade once more.
"Jeeze, haven't you had enough?!"
Sure enough, she lunged at him again!
At this rate someone was going to have to make a mistake, and he couldn't afford for it to be him. If her strength kept rising like this he wouldn't be able to hold back, which promised almost certain death for the proud Sekirei. A death Naruto desperately wanted to avoid at all costs. He'd never forgive himself if he killed her, but if this battled dragged much longer he was going to slip. It wasn't a matter of if, but when. The biju chakra was coursing through his veins in a heady rush now that he'd consciously called upon it, aching to be unleashed upon the world, upon this woman who dared to hurt them. To fight. Kill or be killed.
Which left one rather unsavory option.
He was going to have to piss her off even more than he already had.
Dancing away, he gave a sharp whistle and flipped the enraged maiden the bird.
"What's wrong, Miya?!" he roared! "I thought you were going to punish me?! I'm barely breaking a sweat here!"
The berserk pillar twitched.
Desired effect achieved!
"I'll kill you!"
Oho, she speaks!
Her attention thus shifted from the battlefield for a fleeting moment, she never noticed the cracks forming beneath her feet until it was too late. In the next heartbeat, Naruto's kage bunshin burst from the street behind her to strike like a coiled viper, chakra swirling in its free hand. To her credit Miya tried to dodge, she really did. She simply wasn't prepared for the sheer speed of the jutsu; a bolt of orange-white and the copy buried a spiraling sphere of chakra into the small of her back.
"Got you!"
The impact launched her forward-
-right into the Rasengan the original had prepared
"Sorry." Naruto muttered, shoving the snarling sphere into her stomach.
Every crossed two Rasengans?
Its not pretty.
Cold static burned the world white with the fury of a thousand lifetimes, shining with such force that Naruto had to forcibly avert his eyes lest he be blinded.
Theoretically, he knew Miya wasn't wholly in control of her actions at the moment. She was beyond all rationale, all attempts at placating. She would only respond to force; he'd literally have to beat the crazy out of her if he ever wanted her to stop. Physically kick the ever-loving shit out of the one person-the first person-who'd shown him kindness when he first landed in this world. It wasn't a task he relished, and he was cursing him self for letting it get this far at all. This was his fault, not hers.
Didn't make hurting her any easier, though.
Turning his gaze to the newest crater in the ground, Naruto lowered the Head Cleaver and approached at a lazy gait. On one hand he was almost afraid of what he'd find there and two, he had no desire to leap back into a fight if Miya was as intact as he suspected she was. Holding back wore you out, ya know?!
Sure enough, he go this wish.
Panting, chest exposed and heaving, her clothes in tatters, still Miya glared up at him, defiant to the last. Her blade existed as little more than a shattered stub against a fractured hilt. Naruto thought he saw a spark of sanity surface in those scarlet eyes, but it vanished a moment later, replaced by blinding rage. Caution stayed the jinchuuriki's hand and he didn't take another step.
"Done yet, Miya?" he called down at her warily. "Please tell me you're done."
Evidently not, judging by the unintelligible gibberish that followed.
Naruto activated his cloak and flickered to her side.
Even then, she didn't stop.
Enough was enough.
"CALM! DOWN!"
"Miya!" he seized her wrist when she tried to lash out at him with her broken blade, then the other, holding her fast. "Look, its me! I'm sorry, really, I am! Snap out of it!" Uncaring of his apology, the Pillar lashed out at him, driving her head into his. Once. Twice. Three times. Ensconced within his chakra, Naruto barely felt the headbutts, but his heart wrenched as she continued to bloody her head against his. This had gotten so far out of hand that he no longer knew what to do. Nothing seemed to work, and killing her simply wasn't an option. But what more could he do?! He'd said he was sorry! He'd apologized, and he meant it!
What could he do?!
"Stop, stop, stop!" he pleaded. "I care about you, alright?! That's why I kept messing with you! I didn't mean to screw things up, but I did and I can't fix it! Don't make me do this, please don't make me do this...
Torn as he was, he was completely unprepared when she stopped smashing her head against his, broke his grip and grabbed him by the face. Out of sheer instinct Naruto did the same to her as well, half-expecting the madwoman to try and break his neck. She didn't move and he tensed, preparing himself for the grim reality that he might have to-
Miya went eerily still, the ghost of a smiling playing across her mouth. Naruto didn't see it.
He was still debating what to do when the Sekirei surged forward in his arms and kissed him.
"Mmmph?!"
The flying tackle came completely out of left field. One moment, Naruto was staring helplessly into Miya's blank red eyes and despairing; the next she drilled the baffled blond to the ground with her lips and there was a shower of blinding, multicolored light filling his vision. It took him a full five seconds to realize that these were her wings. Great, shining streams of ambiance that dwarfed them both, one color for each of the many little feathers she watched over. Wait a minute. Wait a minute wait a minute waitaminute!
'What the hell is going on here?!'
She came alive in his arms all at once, locking both arms around his back and deepening the kiss, her tongue twining with his even as his mind struggled to catch up. His body wasn't quite as slow. Strong arms rose up to twine around her waist, eliciting a soft moan from the lavenderette as he gripped her, her bare breasts smashing against his chest, creating a brand new ache. Miya ground herself against him in silent demand-need-each movement sending shivers of delight shooting down his spine as she arched her hips to meet him through cloth, uncaring for the restrictive barrier between them.
All the while her wings continued to burn brightly above them, ethereal flares in the early morning light. There was no bond to form. Only one to enhance, as it had ever existed there from the very beginning, they'd just chosen to finally act on it. His hands caressing her as gentle fingers danced across the hardened plane of his chest, tearing at the ruins of his sundered shirt, coaxing him to touch her, urging him
And it felt marvelous.
Pulling away, the Pillar smiled demurely, still straddling him.
"I accept your apology, Naruto." she declared happily.
Slowly, gradually, the dazed haze faded from the blond's eyes and somewhere in the back of his brain, wires crossed. It took Miya kissing him again, for his brain to finally restart. Wait. She was smiling. He knew that knowing gleam in her eye, he'd seen it countless times before, except now it was directed at him, almost as if she knew something he didn't. Something like...like...
"You...You played me!" he realized all at once, squawking loudly. "ME?! You pranked me! How?!"
"One good turn deserves another, scum-san." the Pillar hummed contentedly. "It wasn't easy but-ahn~! She gasped in quiet pleasure as a bold hand cupped the fullness of her breast, molding, kneading, fondling. "My, aren't you eager! But must you interrupt me like that? There will be plenty of time for such things later."
"Oops, sorry." Naruto gushed. "Old habits die hard." Then he remembered he was supposed to be angry with this wicked woman! B-But our fight?! You went nuts! I saw it!"
Miya preened. "I am a very good actor."
Naruto deflated.
"Well...shit. Now I feel like an ass."
"As you should." she smacked him lightly on the chest. "Do you have an idea how long you kept me waiting?"
"Jeez...well, I guess we should get back to the inn...
The first Sekirei responded by trapping him against the ground with her body.
Naruto frowned.
"I don't suppose I'm getting out of this with just an apology, am I?" he mused.
"No." Miya declared emphatically, her face drifting to his. "You are not."
Then she kissed him again.
A/N: IT FINALLY HAPPENED! I had an absolute blast writing this chapter! Aaand there you have it! Loads of action, sweet, fluffy cute, and all about the loooooove! Hope ya'll liked it! Two chapters left! Probably. Maybe. I mean, we need an epilogue, do we not...?
So...in the immortal words of Atlas...
...Review, Would You Kindly? And of course, enjoy the preview! SURPRISE.
(Preview)
"You ever watch wrestling, Minaka?"
"N-No?"
"Then you don't know what a pile driver is."
"No, I don't whaaaaaaaaaaaat ARE YOU YOU DOING?!"
Locking both arms around the startled man Naruto spun him around until him around until he was hanging upside down. Then he planted both feet into the crater and levered the squawking president into the ground as though he weighed no more than a child. To his surprise, Minaka didn't die. Odd. That should have killed someone as weak as him. Snapped his neck. Instead, the poor man was all of three seconds from soiling himself, writhing painfully on the ground.
This had all gone wrong! Terribly, horribly wrong!
"S-Surely you don't mean to end this game?!"
Naruto blinked, frowned...and laughed.
"Of course I do! Now, why don't you stop hiding, hmm?"
Minaka blinked.
"Hiding?"
"I wasn't talking to you, dumbass."
Blue eyes flitted to the shadowed ceiling.
"I was speaking to your master."
Hope you enjoyed! R&R! =D
