TammyHybrid21: Yeah, you could say that about Kushina. Woman's intuition? I dunno. I just needed to put words down because reasons. And actually, Kakashi arrived at the end of the battle, when Naruto was kidnapped. ("…and leaving a silver-haired jōnin to wonder what the hell just happened…"). And yes, it was Kushina who said "Never!" lol.

And, yeah, you could say that. I mean, if you look at it deeply, young-Kakashi has self-resentment, which is undeniably self-hate. So there's that. No, Zabuza is not in the Akatsuki. And Haku is somewhere. Just not currently with Zabuza. Drunk Obito is, indeed, sad and funny. And my original plan was going for Obito to kiss Kakashi and whatnot, blah blah blah, but then I had a feeling that it would become rather…amatory. Lol, I ship them too. It's too cute for me. :D Thanks for your review :3

Recommended songs: Out of my Mind by Holly Drummond (Cross Them Out remix), and I'm Coming Home, Part 2 by Skylar Grey.

Original word count: Exactly 4.7k~, the longest chapter I've ever written since How To Cheat Death. Which was way back in February.

Enjoy my lachrymose chapter :,p

Chapter 6: Up In Smoke

Uzumaki Namikaze Naruto was ever so slightly scared. He didn't admit it out loud, his Uchiha-like pride he picked up from his Uchiha guardian would never let him admit to that. The AC was on, and the house was warm. But Naruto couldn't find the warmth of one of the three main chakras he grew up around.

Wherever Obito was, he was doing a damn good job of keeping his location concealed.

And Naruto absolutely hated it.

The seven year old stepped into the kitchen that was merged with the dining room, eyeing Zetsu—who was surprisingly at the stove cooking up some ramen. The blonde blinked in surprise. "I didn't know you cooked."

Shiro turned his head, his one eyed gaze landing on the blonde. His grin widened. "'Morning. And no, I don't cook. Obito just left me instructions on how to cook some breakfast for ya while he's out and about," he explained. "Won't be back until dinner, I believe. Maybe a little earlier, but no later than that."

Naruto simply nodded, sitting at the dining room table. "Will tou-chan and kaa-chan be visiting again today?"

Zetsu paused. "…I don't know."

Naruto only nodded again, resting his cheek on his arms. He knew who his real parents were, provided he majorly questioned everyone around him, mainly Obito. But the latter had explained the entire situation to him—but obvious details were left out. They were sensitive, his Uchiha guardian had that type of look when he explained. Naruto wasn't really all that dumb, even if he had his brash idiotic outbursts. He was also emotional, but he knew when to control them, so he never questioned it.

Apparently, he was a chūnin-level shinobi, according to Uchiha Sasuke, and on the road to jōnin. Sasuke and Sakura had a daughter of their own—Uchiha Haruno Sarada. She was a year or two younger than him, so he was her "secret" role model. He didn't really mind it, though—he enjoyed the rivalry he held with her and Sasuke to some consent. Not to mention, he taught her a few techniques, provided they were not very dangerous.

He was fond of the three. He knew a lot about them—their abilities, their power, their past, and so forth. He even knew their biggest secret—which was dimension and time travel. And while he found that to be totally awesome, he felt like something bigger was not being told. But he knew that secrets were not told for many reasons, and that they could never be kept for eternity. They would tell him, when they deemed him ready. They just didn't deem "right now" as the best time.

A bowl of ramen appearing in front of his face made him brighten up instantly; he thanked Shiro for the food, and quickly ate through the first three bowls, stopping by the seventh and final bowl. He ended up having to put away the dishes, as snow busted throw Shiro and Guruguru's window in their bed room.

So now he had to go into town and get a new glass pane. "Lazy bums…" he grumbled. "Can't do anything for themselves. Why can't you guys just put plastic around that damnable frame?! Or better yet, cover it up with Mokuton!" He growled in annoyance when he simply got a curse as an answer, shaking his gloved hand in a rude gesture towards the two through the walls.

He put the seventh and final bowl away, grabbing his long sleeved sweatshirt and put it on, making sure that the sleeve covered up his white left arm, his hand covered by a glove. The reason why it was completely white and comparable to the snow was because he had gotten attacked by a mountain lion after wandering away from the house on his own two years ago. His arm was mauled, and had to be cut off completely, because it was irreparable, and was to be replaced by the substance Shiro Zetsu was made of.

But on the bright side, he had the Wood Release. And he knew how to control it. He had shouted "fuck yeah" when he learned about that, and gained probably the worst punishment ever: Sleeping outside for a full two weeks.

Scary place at night. He hated the dark. And the howls. And the raccoons that would eat him at night.

He shuddered, grabbing his dagger and clipping it on around his waste. He slipped on his custom shinobi boots with the tennis racket wrapped around his shoe, and slipped on a scarf that Kushina had made for his third birthday. It had the Uzumaki Clan symbol on it. His love for it knew no end. He sometimes wore it to bed because he found it to be rather comfortable.

He slipped another glove onto his right hand, and cautiously opened the door, stepping over the gate that kept the snow from flooding in and "ruining the floor", as Obito put it whence he explained his reasoning.

And that reminds me, the Uzumaki pondered as he dragged his feet through the six foot snow—nothing compared to the usual amount dumped onto their heads. Where is Obito-nii at? He's usually never gone for this long…

He sighed out loud, making his way down the hill clumsily. Today was going to be a long day. He didn't doubt it.

Within a few minutes, Naruto found the path that lead back down towards the village. He made his way down there, brushing off snow that fluttered down from trees and just so happened to land on him. He heard plops of snow that slipped from the pine tree branches, some even falling on the path or right next to him. He didn't mind, really; he knew how to handle himself.

"Naruto! There you are. I was just heading up to see you."

The blonde seven year old blinked, finally noticing Haruno Sakura as she, too, was walking up the hill's path with tennis rackets tied down to her winter boots. He grinned. "Hi, Sakura-chan. I was just heading down to town to get some new glass. Guruguru and Zetsu-baka refuse to give up on that window. Why're you coming up?"

Her expression faltered for a brief second before she sighed. "Today is harsh for Obito. His friend died on this day about nine or so years ago, so I thought I would just visit him and see how he's doing."

Naruto sighed, shrugging as he pulled his scarf up to his slowly freezing up nose. "He's not home right now," he said. "He usually never is until lunch or dinner time. He always comes home complaining about a hangover." He scrunched his nose in annoyance.

"Oh. He does?" Sakura seemed surprise by that fact.

"Well, yeah. I mean, he always is depressed the day before," the Uzumaki stated. "But it's not really my business. It's his own way of mourning."

The Haruno slowly nodded. "Alright…well, if that's the case, then I'll come back later. Do you need help?"

"No, I need a unicorn," Naruto dead panned sarcastically.

Sakura chuckled. "Alright, alright. We should hurry, though, s'pposed to snow again a little bit later, and all of the shops are gonna close if that's the case." Naruto nodded, and the two made their way down the mountain.

Sakura and Naruto returned with Sasuke, carrying a window pane that suited the window sill. Naruto sighed in relief, pulling off his boots. He walked through the living room and dining room—which were practically one—and poked his head down the hall towards Guruguru and Shiro Zetsu's shared room. "Morons! Get out here, we've got yer stupid pane!"

Guruguru's head poked out of the room. He waved, his childish voice ticking Naruto off. "Hi~!"

Sometimes I wonder if he's just wishing to be get pummeled… Naruto thought irritably. He glared. "Yes. Hi. Help. Now."

"Ooo~, looks like someone else woke on the wrong side of the bed~!" Guruguru teased in a sing-song manner.

Naruto's glare intensified before he crossed his arms and pouted. "Whatever. Just hurry up, 'ttebayo…" He turned and walked away into the living room, plopping on the couch.

Sasuke chuckled, leaning over the couch from behind and smirking with an overly amused expression. "Can't stand them, can ya?"

"No," Naruto grumbled, his face scrunched up. "They're super annoying."

"Love ya too, bud!" Shiro Zetsu called from the hall. Already, the two were dragging the glass pane down the hall.

"Hn, whatever," the blonde mumbled. He crossed his arms, his pout intensifying and making Sasuke chuckle again.

The Uchiha always found amusement in the ways young different-dimension Uzumaki Naruto pouted or sulked. Some ways were creative, too. He pranked people when he sulked, only Obito knew that. Sasuke found it to be pretty interesting, nothing much really changed for him. He just…found himself to be nostalgic sometimes when he saw the young Uzumaki.

"I'm going to go pick Sarada up from daycare," Sakura announced. "I'll be back in a little bit. Don't stir up too much trouble."

"Hn."

"'Kay. Bye, Sakura-chan."

The Haruno smiled, and walked out of the door and stepped over the the gate, leaving the two alone in the living room. Guruguru and Zetsu were bickering in background, but it was easily disregarded by the two.

Naruto blinked, turning his head towards the hallway simultaneously with Sasuke just in time to see Obito appear from his Kamui dimension with a scowl. Almost instantly, the Uchiha's face scrunched up, and he turned his head towards the hall from where he stood by the hall entrance that connected the living room and dining room to the other section of the house. "Shaddup, you idiots!"

Instantly, the bickering stopped, albeit Guruguru snickered quietly.

Obito sighed heavily, walking up to the couch and plopping down on it next to Naruto. "Stupid headache…" he grumbled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose irritably.

"Well it's good to see you, too, nii-chan," Naruto muttered.

"Hm? Oh, yeah…hi," Obito mumbled back. "I'm sorry. I'm just really tired today."

"I hadn't noticed," the Uzumaki dead panned. He sighed, crossing his arms. "Can I go out for a bit? I wanna work on my jutsu's."

"I don't mind," his guardian stated. "But," he jabbed a finger at Sasuke, "Rīsentosutaira-ōgimi has to go with you."

Said ducktail emperor snorted irritably, but brushed it off; he and Naruto took their leave within the minute. It left Obito to sit where he was, rubbing his forehead and temples as if it would get rid of the irritatingly large headache known as a hangover. And despite him having a bad hangover, his senses were still sharp. Sharp enough to know that someone was within the shadows, and he knew exactly who that someone was. He scoffed, his Mangekyō activating as his gaze pinned the shadow down in the northeastern corner by the hall entrance. He glared vehemently, killing intent pointed directly at them. "I know you're there, Uchiha."

A strained sigh later, and out came Uchiha Shisui. He stared, his eyes scanning the living and dining room. "I'm surprise the other two didn't notice me. 'Rīsenrosutaira-ōgimi' had to of at least notice that he was being watched."

"Hn," was Obito's response. "How did you find this place, Shisui?"

The criminal Uchiha blinked, tensing under the dark glare of the older Uchiha. He sighed heavily after debating for a few moments, shifting uncomfortably. "I…followed you. Took me nearly three months, but I managed to find you again. You're Keigo, correct?"

"…I am," Obito replied reluctantly. His eye narrowed. He was glad that his hand was draped over nearly all of his face. "What do you want?"

"Just a warning," Shisui stated, the fear in his eyes finally showing, "but…Kuro Zetsu found us out. Sasori is dead, but Kisame and I have successfully escaped. Now he's searching for you. 'Keigo'. So I highly recommend you keep an eye out."

"…And how do I know you're not lying?" Obito challenged. "You could've been blackmailed for all I know."

"No, no," Shisui stated. He frowned evidently. "It's just…well, I know that Mangekyō pattern from somewhere…and your name carries with memories of my early childhood. Are you not Uchiha Obito?"

Within the blink of an eye, the discovered and scarred Uchiha had Shisui's neck pinned to the wall, a kunai pointed at his chin with the other hand. He faced the latter with a death glare. "How the hell do you know? Barely anybody knows of my identity, because according to the world, Uchiha Obito died exactly nine years and two months ago on the twenty-first of September. So how the hell do you know?!"

Shisui swallowed thickly, fear crowding his mind; it was a wonder as to why he wasn't dead yet.

"Spill it!" Obito shouted.

"I-I don't know," he stuttered, internally surprising himself. "I-I just remember the name from my childhood—a-and the pattern I just know!"

The twenty-two year old Uchiha paused, narrowing his eye thoughtfully. He looked into the eyes of Shisui, hoping—wanting—for his words to be a lie. But after many long moments, he found no lies, no deception, no nothing. He growled irritably, slipping the kunai back into his pouch and letting go of Shisui. The latter sighed in relief, coughing a few times and rubbing his neck. But he barely recovered when seemingly all of a sudden, Obito grabbed his collar and dragged—literally dragged—him down the hall towards a bedroom. He was tossed into the room, the door clicking shut and making the place dark.

Obito passed Shisui mindlessly, not caring about the scared and curious gaze that was following him as he walked up to the side of the bed, smearing small fūinjutsu kanji that was easily a foot long up and down in his own blood. A few moments later, a door opened, and Obito dragged Shisui in to the large and dark cave. The floors were smooth, and the ceiling was rocky—stalagmite was here and there, and there was a small pond towards the back.

"Where are we?" Shisui questioned. Obito tossed the fifteen year old onto the ground again, the latter slowly standing up and brushing himself off. "And what the hell are you doing?"

"Come here," Obito said, gesturing with his hand. "Now."

The sharpness of his voice did not let Shisui hesitate due to doubt or fear. But he still slowly made his way towards his superior Uchiha relative, stopping when he was only a foot away from him.

Obiti raised his arm, pulling his long cloak sleeve up to reveal what could only be known as a cuff. There were repeating patterns of seals, seals that Shisui knew were fatal because of the Kyōka Fūin that joined the repeat. He just didn't recognize them.

Though the one with the kanji for "chained down" looked vaguely familiar. He just didn't know from where he had seen it to make it familiar for him.

"Do you see this?" Obito snapped, gesturing to the familiar-looking seal that was on his wrist. Once Shisui looked closer, he noticed that the carvings were glowing…with chakra. "This is Chakura Fūin: Kyūkyokuteki no Datsuryoku, a seal that seals chakra away and disperses it into the outside world. Notice how it's glowing? That means it's very slowly taking away all of my chakra. Do you know what that means?"

"N-no…" Shisui murmured.

"It means Kuro Zetsu already knows where I am," he hissed with a rage-filled sneer. "And basically, it means that I'm dying. Slowly. Call it a form of jacked up disease, if you will."

The young Uchiha's head snapped up, his eyes wide. "So he's indirectly killing you?"

Obito slowly nodded, hiding the cuff with his sleeve. "Yes," he croaked with a broken expression. "Sensei's gonna blame himself so much…and so will Jiraiya-jiji. They're the creator of the seals."

"How come you won't break it? Do you have a death wish?"

The Uchiha shook his head, looking offended. "Of course not!" He sighed. "The seals have a defense mechanism in them; their affects backlash on whoever tries to break them, or break into my mind to indirectly break them."

Shisui just stood there. "…Oh…" he murmured. "That's…a dilemma…"

Obito slowly nodded, his mouth opening to speak again, but it was roughly interrupted as a Shiro Zetsu clone emerged from the ground. He glanced at Obito. "My original just went to check up on Naruto and Sasuke," he announced. He swallowed. "Naruto disappeared, and Sasuke has a real bad gut wound!"

Obito's eye widened, turning to face the Zetsu clone with an enraged expression. "Get me my gunbai, war mask, cloak and tachi. Now!"

"On it!" Zetsu replied as he sunk back into the ground.

Obito turned his head to Shisui. "You—go find Sakura, take her to Sasuke. ASAP."

The young Uchiha blinked."But—"

"No buts," Obito snarled. "You will help, or else you'll be taking the high road."

Shisui stiffened, nodding and rushing towards the door that lead back into the house. The twenty-two year old sighed impatiently, rolling up his sleeves and pulling the chains out from underneath his skin-tight long sleeved shirt. Barely a second later, the Zetsu clone appeared with the requested items—the uchiwa gunbai, the white war mask, the high collar cloak and tachi. Obito quickly pulled off his current cloak, slipping on the high collar cloak and slipping the white war mask on. He, then, grabbed the gunbai, and hooked it to the ends of the chains, the tachi in his hands moments later. He glanced down at the clone. "Where is your original and Guruguru?"

"On Naruto's kidnappers tail," Zetsu reported quickly. "It's likely to be Kuro Zetsu, or someone from the Akatsuki, considering they were wearing the cloak itself."

"Good." Obito narrowed his eye. "Go to Minato-sensei. Call for backup, and hurry. Do not slack. Am I clear?"

The white skinned clone nodded firmly, sinking back into the ground to do as he was told.

Obito didn't hesitate to run out of the cabin, sharpening his senses as he lightly ran on top of the seven foot snow, a fierce and blood-thirsty expression on his face.

He managed to catch up to Shiro Zetsu and Guruguru remarkably fast, considering his current speed. No words were shared, as they weren't necessary. Guruguru and Shiro Zetsu already knew their orders: Kill the kidnapper, bring Naruto back unharmed.

But the Uchiha had plans of his own, and he had full intention of accomplishing them alone.

"You will act as backup," Obito ordered. "Fall back—wait for my signal. Am I clear?"

The two brother clones hesitated, but they nodded and did what they were told. The Uchiha unsheathed his tachi, his Kamui activating. He focused his chakra, and then aimed for the mans left arm—his free arm.

The dimension technique only managed to rip off a few fingers. But it was enough to make the man stop. The assumed hooded Akatsuki member stopped jumping from tree-to-tree, landing on the packed snow with the little unconscious seven year old Uzumaki under his right arm.

The man glared. He stood in his spot, despite Obito charging at him with the tachi. He made a move to slash the man from beneath his chin, and the man saw that; he did the logical thing, and backed away. But he had moved too soon.

Obito quickly grabbed Naruto roughly by the collar, yanking the child out of the mans grip and turning intangible to avoid the paper bomb that was attempted to be stuck onto his body. It blew up behind him, and threw snow everywhere. But neither of them paid mind to it—they just backed away from each other, Obito gesturing for Guruguru to come and take Naruto. It happened quickly—in a blur, Naruto was gone.

The Uchiwa glared at the hooded man, noticing the red that fell from his stumps that were once fingers. So it's not Kuro Zetsu, Obito ruled out. He visibly relaxed. Good. Makes everything easier. But if it's not Kuro Zetsu, then who is he?

"Raiton: Jibashi!" The man's right unharmed fist smashed onto the snow, lightning traveling through the frozen liquid flakes. Obito didn't bother to move: He just activated Kamui's intangibility again, and the technique went straight through him, the lightning continuing to strike through the snow. It abruptly stopped when it hit a tree.

But the Uchiha was considerably surprised; the person's voice sounded vaguely familiar, and his chakra signature…it was extremely familiar. But he just couldn't put his finger on it. He scoffed, setting the fact aside. He would figure out who the person was later on.

He had plans to rip the man limb from limb.

Obito's hands twisted into the horse hand seal, sucking in a sharp breath of cool—but burnt—air. "Katon: Gōka Mekkakyu!" The wide ranged fire-based technique melted the surrounding snow, catching the trees on fire as the flames licked at the world surrounding it.

"Suiton: Suijinheki!" An equally large span of water hit the Katon jutsu, steam billowing everywhere and negating the surrounding forest fire quickly. The water was obviously circling around the hooded user, but it dropped within seconds upon impact. Obito's eye narrowed. He's hiding.

His Kamui scanned the steam covered battlefield, ignoring the ankle-high slush that was once snow. He simply shivered, but didn't bother with it otherwise. He focused on his senses, stretching them far to hear, smell or sense for his opponent. It stayed silent for a full minute, before nearly all of a sudden, the man jumped out of the steam towards Obito's left, a kunai in his hand. The Uchiha lifted his tachi, and blocked.

The two weapons clashed, but the hooded man quickly backed away the moment he lifted his palm to reveal a paper bomb. Chakra pulsed barely even a second later, and it exploded right in their faces, throwing both of them back—the man to a place only god would know where, and Obito into a tree. Obito just took more of the damage due to not reacting in time.

Before the Uchiha could even get up, there were the sounds of a thousand chirps right above him, obviously aimed for his heart. The Uchiha's eyes widened in shock, instantly recognizing the technique as Raikiri because of the sharp chakra blade underneath the crackling lightning chakra emitting from it. He quickly ducked, the lightning piercing the tree behind him instead.

He didn't hesitated to punch the man in the gut, followed by a pulse of his own chakra. The force of the wave was enough to throw the mystery attacker back, the hooded suspect skidding across the slush and mud. Obito sniffed, rushing forward and slicing his tachi to cut open the hood to reveal the mans identity, slicing the man's face from his right jaw over his left eye.

He would've stared in shock, if it wasn't for the fact that a familiar pitch black arm found its way straight straight through his chest. He choked, his eye widening from the pain and shock. He wheezed for air, his eye turning towards the one and only Kuro Zetsu. He glared, despite his panting and the near-unbearable pain that numbed his body. "You…"

"Mph," Zetsu simply grunted. He chuckled darkly and evilly, lifting his free hand to lift his index and middle finger. "And now that you are incapacitated by me—again—what shall you do?"

Obito sneered, turning intangible and pulling away from Zetsu. He wheezed for air continuously, blood rising in his throat and spilling out of the corners of his mouth. He ignored it, though. Slowly, he raised his arms, ignoring the protests and the pain that zapped him with every movement he made. He was not quick; his movements were slow, but he started performing certain hand seals regardless: Snake, boar, ram, rabbit, dog, rat, bird, horse, and finally, snake, before he clapped his hands together to finalize the sequence of hand seals.

Kuro Zetsu, if he could show any emotion on his whack job of a face, would most likely gape like he was seeing gods. He quickly pulsed his chakra, activating all three seals. Obito's only response was a shout of pain, and a wet cough, before he proceeded with the jutsu. Zetsu snarled, feeling his internal self being grabbed—and then he saw it.

The Shinigami.

He growled, pulsing more chakra and making the seals more intense. "You dare to try and seal me? Laughable."

Obito simply gagged on his own blood. "Sh-Shiro…" he rasped, failing to breath properly. "C-clone…now…"

Without hesitation, a Shiro Zetsu clone appeared out of the ground, standing next to Obito on an alter that appeared along with the jutsu. The Uchiha slowly nodded his approval, his Sharingan deactivating as he felt his chakra depleting alarmingly quickly.

He didn't hesitate to execute the jutsu, though. His mind was made up.

"Shiki Fūjin…"

He watched as the arms of the Shinigami dragged Kuro Zetsu's soul out of his body, the hand shoving it into the Shiro Zetsu clone. The seal appeared on his gut, the clone grimacing as he felt himself be connected with Kuro Zetsu.

That was when his physical and psychological pain turned into a certain hurt Obito never thought he would feel. His nerves were being overloaded, flashes of traumatizing moments were crossing his vision, and he was practically dead due to over-the-top severe chakra exhaustion. Barely a second later, however, his soul was cut through by the devil behind him.

And that was when he heard the eternal screams of the dead.

He was dead.

When Kakashi woke up, he expected to be in his bed, sleeping the hours away thanks to his sensei giving him a day off. He didn't expect for him to wake up to see a masked Obito falling backwards down into him.

The Hatake's eyes widened. He quickly scrambled up, ignoring the reason as to why his right hand was covered in splinters, why he was wearing an Akatsuki cloak, why he was missing fingers on his left hand, why he had a large cut going from his jaw over his left Sharingan eye, why he was covered in mud and water, and why the slush was stained crimson. He just caught the falling Uchiha, falling to his knees with the masked man's head resting on his lap. He pulled the mask off, and froze in his spot. He saw the wound in his chest, and instantly, started crying.

Obito was covered in his own blood, pale as the snow, and had dark, bruised circles under his eyes. His left arm was burnt, the cuff scorched. His chest wasn't moving. His eye was staring up at nothing. He had a fatal wound.

"O-Obito…" he whispered, brushing a bloody strand of hair off of the Uchiha's forehead. His voice cracked with exhaustion and pain—both physical and emotional. "Wake up…"

His response was a heavy silence. The only sound was the silent sniffles of Kakashi, and water dripping from the trees and into the slush below.

"C'mon…" Kakashi pleaded, tears flowing even heavier. "Don't…don't die on me…don't pull this shit again…"

His only response was, once again, a silence that was heavy and very unbearable. He winced when he heard a tree fall, but ignored it. He just stood in the dreaded nothingness for a bit longer, before he finally just let all of his frustration, anger, hurt and sadness go in one long and loud pained scream that hurt his throat.

Meanwhile, in a far away place, Namikaze Minato's tea cup cracked and ended up shattering, spilling all of the tea he was drinking onto the dining room table of the peaceful Hokage Mansion within the calm, happy and carefree Konohagakure no Sato.

"Rīsentosutaira-ōgimi": "Emperor Ducktail"; "King Ducktail"; "Prince Ducktail"; "Ducktail Emperor"; "Ducktail King"; "Ducktail Prince"

"Raiton: Jibashi": "Lightning Style: Electro Magnetic Murder"; "Lightning Release: Electro Magnetic Murder"

"Katon: Gōka Mekkakyu": "Fire Style: Majestic Flame Destroyer"; "Fire Release: Majestic Flame Destroyer"

"Suiton: Suijinheki": "Water Style: Water Formation Wall"; "Water Release: Water Formation Wall"

"Shiki Fūjin": "Dead Demon Consuming Seal"

Excluding "-ōgimi", all translations/jutsu names were from memory. I find that to be pretty neat, saved me a lot of time.

So emotional TT^TT. I re-read this, like, three times…almost sobbed, man. So friggin sad D':…

I don't know what's with me and people being impaled in either the gut or chest by a fist. I guess it's just the fatality rate that appeals to me, which (once I think about it) feels messed up. Because, c'mon, barely anybody can survive a destroyed and collapsed lung. Or a crushed heart. Or not being able to breathe properly.

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…Fuck, man, I'm cruel.

Preview:

"You'll be living with us from now on," Minato said. "That's the original plan Obito made."

Naruto sighed, visibly deflating. "What, so now I have to live with two open perverts, a closet pervert who just so happens to be the great, almighty Yondaime and my biological father and an over-emotional mother who can literally kick anybody's head off and is extremely comparable to Tsunade and Sakura in so many goddamned ways that it's not even funny?"

Minato sighed, resisting the need to hit his head against his Hokage desk. Undeniably raised by Obito…

Peace! :3