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"It's not much, but it's home for now until we go back home for real."

The apartment.

Naruto jumped on the couch with a grin on his face, before he pointed over towards his bedroom. He just rested his arms behind his head, a satisfied smile on his face. He had dropped Asia off before he grabbed a map and ran to the Vatican to deliver the much needed ass kickings, before he realized that his anger was pointless in that situation.

"So, who is this cutie staying with?" Jiraiya was just LOST right now.

Asia blushed at the compliment.

"She's Asia."

"Okay, and why is she speaking Spaghetti Language and not Japanese." Jiraiya asked, since he had heard her talking to herself earlier after she got out of the shower. He would have peeked on her, but he decided not to.

She didn't need that from him.

She had been homeless, and almost became a rape victim due to something evil. He knew of her story from what Naruto had already told her, so he didn't want to make her think he was going to try anything against her. He was a pervert, but he tried to be a good person when he knew his peversions were going to have serious negative effects on a woman. He wanted to hear more about the girl personally though.

"Do you know understand her... wait... DID YOU MAKE... did you make me learn that language... without learning it yourself?" Naruto asked with narrowing eyes.

"Duh, I don't have to learn it if I make you do it."

Naruto's jaw just DROPPED.

'I don't know a word they are saying.' Asia thought awkwardly as she looked between the two men, before they started to fist fight all over the floor. She saw punching, kicking, biting, screaming, and it ended after they had their fill of the not-serious fighting. "Please, don't fight..." Asia called out to Naruto.

He understood her, literally.

"She's staying with us, and when we go back to our world, she's coming too... she doesn't have anywhere to go, and nobody... she needs friends. I just wanted..." Naruto spoke more awkwardly, and Jiraiya sighed, before he rubbed the top of Naruto's head. He nodded his head, before he looked at Asia with a critical eye.

He just took a scroll out and tossed it to Asia, with it bouncing off of her forehead, before landing right in the middle of her hands.

"Owie."

"She needs to learn Japanese, I'll get her some official papers from Yasaka... if she is feeling..."

"Is Yasaka okay?"

"... She's a little sick right now."

-With Yasaka-

"Guuuuuuuuh..." Yasaka gripped her bedding in agony as veins all across her body bulged. She has fully connected herself to the leyline, the kyuubi's chakra inside of her body wasn't causing her as much damage as it was causing Jiraiya. She wouldn't die from it, but she had not expected it would damage her body enough that she had almost gotten disconnected from the leyline completely.

She was currently connecting herself to the leyline so that she could flush the foul chakra out of her body, because if she didn't do so quickly it would have dangerous effects on Kyoto. The process of both connecting to the line AND flushing her body of the harmful, foul, evil substance was horrible.

How did Naruto deal with this?

How was Naruto's body able to withstand always being connected to such a hateful power, not just the strength of his body, but she could feel the hatred. The hatred latched onto her darkest desires and forcefully drew them out. She gasped when the pain ended for awhile, sitting up and dripping with sweat.

"Kaa-sama."

Her daughter started to wipe the sweat from her body, helping her through the entire process. The wounds on her stomach had not fully healed yet. Across her belly was a wound that had yet to fully heal, where she had been cut in half. It wouldn't scar her body once she got reconnected to the leyline, but flushing the chakra from her body was causing the wound to try to reopen itself.

"I'm fine Kunou... Jiraiya-sama made sure I would live... Jiraiya-sama..." Yasaka looked down sadly.

Jiraiya told her the bad news after her doctors had given the news to him, that the attack he had taken to save her life had been too much. His organs were too infested with the kyuubi's chakra, the poisonous chakra was constantly eating away at them. They were making him medicine with strong healing powers to delay the effects, but the damage was permanent. The chakra pathways around his vital organs had all been destroyed, and since only he and Naruto had those, none of their doctors knew how to fix them.

1 attack.

That was the difference, Jiraiya would have been able to survive getting attacked once, but the 1 attack he took for her sake had been too much.

"Is Jii-chan going to be okay?"

"He's strong, he'll recover from his wounds... Now... please leave the room... I've got to keep going." Yasaka was pale, she hadn't slept well since she started to treat her connections. She got back down on her bed, before she closed her eyes.

She still had at least 2 days worth of treatments.

She was still lucky, considering what could have happened to her if she had NOT been in her giant fox form when she had been cut in half. Being in that form had allowed her to not get overloaded by the foul chakra and maintain the smallest amount of organ damage.

-The Next Day-

"I've got school, see you when I get off."

"Okay!" Asia smiled at Naruto when he left, happy to see him off. Asia watched as Jiraiya just smoked from his pipe and exhauled it out of the window, not even saying goodbye to Naruto as he left.

She looked out the window and saw Naruto get approached by a red haired girl and a black haired girl, before they all walked off to school together. She puffed her cheeks out, but she didn't speak Japanese so there was no way for her to go to the school. She promised herself that she would do her best to learn the language as quickly as she could, so that she could enjoy a school life with Naruto.

"... Yes... this is going to be a great sequel..." Jiraiya just stated to himself.

Asia saw that his other hand was busy, and she blinked. She saw that he was writing a book, and he glanced at her. She didn't question him, the language barrier between them meant that there was no way he would understand her questions.

"I need to finish this before I die... a book just for him. I'll leave it for him to find... I know Rias will give him my book after I'm gone... and this for him to read after he forgives me." Jiraiya knew that Naruto might not forgive him until after his death. He wanted to write a book for Naruto, a last gift to the boy, so that he could give the boy hope for his future in a new world. He was working at his full speed to make it work.

He had been struck by divine inspiration.

It was like the mental images, the dialogue, all of it just appeared in his mind and all of it stuck with him. He pictured it all so easily that it was like he was seeing what the future could have been. He wanted Naruto to be able to read a version of his life that could have happened if he had never been stuck in this world, and that vision of the world he could see, he wanted to give that to his godson.

"Mister Pervy Sage... can you move?"

Jiraiya looked at Asia as she approached where he was sitting, and she had cleaning supplies in her hands. He just moved out of her way as she began to clean the somewhat dirty apartment, working with a smile on her face.

Girl had a nice ass that she showed off every time she bent over to clean, but he was more focused on writing in his book to do anything more than take sly glances at her cheeks.

He had a mission to complete.

Hours later.

In many hours, Asia completely finished cleaning the entire apartment. A deep clean too, one that showed that neither of the men in the apartment had really put him effort into keeping the place all that clean. It wasn't until their was a knock on the door that Jiraiya stopped what he was doing to answer the door.

A familiar red head, but male version.

Older, male version of Rias was the only impression that Jiraiya had of the guy.

"Hello, I'm Sirzechs Lucifer, you know my sister Rias. Is Naruto home?"

Jiraiya shut the door in the man's face without another word said, not bothering with meeting with the red haired brother. The man had a very charming voice and face, he looked like he could have been an Uzumaki for sure if he had been a ninja. He was the exact type of man that Jiraiya tried to avoid talking to, the super handsome pretty boys with good personalities that made him even less popular with women than he already was.

Jiraiya took a knee and started to cough out blood.

Asia was by his side in an instant, her hands glowing green. She played her hands right on his body to try and heal whatever it was. She saw Naruto's family in great pain, and knew that it she was needed.

He stood up and gently pushed her away.

It wouldn't do any good even if she tried to heal him, the kyuubi's chakra was not just something you healed from. To heal from it, first you needed to overpower it, and he could sense that even if this girl used up all of her reserves, she wouldn't be able to overpower the chakra that was stuck in his system.

'Still, she didn't even hesitate to try and heal me... she's a good girl.' Jiraiya smiled, knowing that there was another person in Naruto's life that would be a good friend to the boy. He hoped that Naruto attracted more good people to him, that way he could die without having to regret trapping Naruto in this world.

He was pretty sure he had enough regrets to think about as it was.

Chapter End!
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Note: Remember, the Elemental Nations is a GIANT supercontinent that covers half the planet, and the average Ninja can run across the distance of continents in 3 days, taking breaks and going at a normal pace.
Naruto can easily make the distance from Japan to Italy within a day just by not taking breaks and hauling ass to get there.
This goes out to the people questioning how Naruto got there so fast.
The answer.
He's a ninja, he's fucking fast as shit, he would have gotten there FASTER if he knew where he was going, but he had to keep stopping to figure out where he was and where he was going.