Here's my attempt at writing a crossover.
I repeat. This is a Naruto and Kuro (SOMATO) Crossover.
Since this site doesn't have a fandom about this manga, I had to place it solely as a Naruto fic... Sorry if you got confused when clicking this story.
You don't need to know about Kuro Somato to enjoy this fic. ใพ(*'w'*)
๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐-๐ฌ๐๐ง,
๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐. ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ญ!
๐๐จ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ. ๐๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ.
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ. ๐'๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐๐.
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ! ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค. ๐๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ ๐.
(๐'๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐๐๐-๐ฌ๐๐ง. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐...
๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ?
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ข๐ข-๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.)
๐'๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐๐ฒ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ-๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ซ-๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐งโ
The girl stopped scribbling, feeling something brushing against her ankle.
Lights flickered as she got off from her chair and popped her head under the table.
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Nothing was there.
Only stuffy scrolls and crumbled sheets of her failed letter attempts.
She gave a quick peek at her room, deciding that tomorrow she was going to leave the place sparkly clean.
The light turned off.
The edge of her seat creaked as she straightened herself up by grabbing the desk, and tried wiping off the ink splotching her hands on one of the leftover drafts.
But her hands didn't touch the desk.
It was hard to see amid the darkness, but she knew her fingers touched something else. Something that shifted under her hold.
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It wasn't coming from her.
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She turned the light on again, and with a calm breath, slowly but surely... She glanced down.
Pointy Teeth. Dark Appendage.
A face.
It grinned back at her.
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She smiled.
"Caught you!" She lifted the bundle of fur onto her lap and cuddled it.
"I was wondering where you were hiding!"
Giggling, she added one last thing to her letter before finishing for the night.
๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง,
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
(๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข.)
๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พ : *.เธ
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The Hidden Village of the Leaves has many stories to tell. Some are well known, while others are much more obscure, spoken in hushed whispers.
The Seven Wonders of Konohagakure.
A monster wearing a child's skin.
Harbingers of omen in the form of red eyes.
Roots where even shadows don't dare to creep.
But to the residents of this village, there's a story that's talked about the most, yet held as an utmost mystery. One everybody knows everything and nothing about...
The everyday life of a "lone" girl, and her "curious" little friend.
A/N
Sachiko means "child of bliss"