Kabuto stopped just outside the perimeter surrounding the monument. A young girl, her back turned towards him, was harvesting herbs that grew wild with the nearby bushes. He didn't often see people gathering herbs, much less doing it beside the monument. He couldn't tell, from this distance, what the plants looked like, but the sharp, oily scent was tell-tale. Of course, it would make a difference if he still wore his glasses, but he didn't dare be caught wearing them. Instead, Kabuto settled himself to continue watching her. If it had not been for the herb's heady scent, he would be able to tell who she was by her scent.
Years of watching from shadows and discreet nooks had taught Kabuto that the best information is always gleaned from the most innocent. Children were always far more watchful, far more knowing than adults gave them credit. This, Kabuto reasoned, was a fairly odd thing, since every adult had been a child. Some might pretend that they had been born at a full-grown forty years of age, like Ibiki, but Kabuto was a medical nin; he knew where babies came from in theory, if not by practice. (As thorough and as advanced as his skills were as a med-nin, he drew the line at obstetrics and gynecology.)
So he waited and he watched, admiring the lines of the girl's back and thighs as she crouched, bobbed to another patch, crouched, bent, straightened. The human body was a fascinating to him; it was capable of so many different things, the mind even more so, each effecting the other. If there were such a thing as a soul, it was embedded in the flesh, rooted in the mind, and able to reach out to other souls, caressing from great distances, reaching across great ravines and divides. The body housed such a thing, was a material extension of it. A thing of marvel and of beauty, death was as wonderful as life, each complimenting one another in an endless cycle of changes.
His lips curled in disdain. Why was it that he always became so damn philosophical whenever he came back to Konoha? Perhaps because Orochimaru never appreciated random thoughts that dealt with the greater picture. What was it that his master always said? Ah, yes, something about try not to get too carried away with the supplies in his med cabinet; Orochimaru still didn't believe that Kabuto would never abuse pharmaceutical products. Hell, merely because his supplies seemed to grow a pair of legs and go skipping off (he still hadn't found the responsible parties and, so help him, they better hope it remained that way) didn't mean it was because he, like so many med-nins he had seen in his lifetime, self-servingly abused the things that could mean life and death for many.
Kabuto closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The twinge of disgust was something very difficult to rid when his skills were called into challenge. He had worked hard for such skills after the demise of his people. In the end, all he had was his body and soul, and since he had sold the latter, he could only hope to maintain the former. He took another deep breath, four counts in, eight counts out, the more to calm his sympathetic nervous system. His heart was beginning to quicken. Control the heart, and the body often followed in suit. Like clockwork.
Another deep breath. He didn't need to open his eyes to feel the surge of energy beyond the borders of the monument. Didn't need to seek out the body that was hurrying forward. He could tell, from the footsteps and the labored breathing, that this was not an enemy. No enemy would come screaming out of the forest, half-tired and out of breath. At least, no enemy of whom he should fear. He heard the sudden stillness of the girl, sensed her tense in ready wariness. Then, just as quickly as that happened, she relaxed in relief.
Kabuto opened his eyes and focused more chakra. His eyesight sharpened as effectively as if he had placed his glasses on. This required too much concentration and made it downright difficult, if not impossible, to fight using chakra. Pity; the glasses were always a risk since glass in the eye was an injury he knew would be next to impossible to fully recover from.
The girl was visibly relaxed, her hands in her lap as she stared directly ahead. Kabuto raised his own gaze into the trees and bushes in time to see a pink blur leap from the branches and land in front of the girl.
"Yo!" cried Sakura in the most uncharacteristic manner. Her face was bruised and puffy, she had bruises, scrapes, and cuts along her arms and legs, her knuckles were bloody, and her dress was torn and dirty. Her hair was mussed, her forehead protector crooked, and Kabuto absently noted a limp as Sakura stepped forward a few paces. "I just had the greatest training session!" She lifted one arm and palpated her bicep with the other hand. "It was great! I feel so much stronger!"
"Oh!" One little word, an escape of air from nervous lips, and Kabuto knew instantly the other girl's identity. She was not wearing her characteristic gray coat with the furry collar; instead, the light green long-sleeved shirt and the kerchief worn over her head had thrown him off. Kabuto slid his finger against the bridge of his nose, momentarily forgetting that he didn't wear glasses. Orochimaru would have realized that Kabuto was disappointed in himself for not assimilating the details that lay before him. Spies and med-nins alike had no need for such carelessness; they needed nothing but a plot of ground large enough to bury their dead bodies, for such was what his behavior could buy him.
"It looks," said Hinata, puzzlement and concern in her voice, "like it was very rough training."
"Yup." Sakura had her arms crossed and nodded her head sagely. "Got training from the pervert-sensei. Said he'd make me stronger, and I need it." She crouched down low and held her hands out. "Look at those muscles!"
Hinata glanced from the hands to Sakura with worry. Kabuto couldn't blame her. There was something jarring about Sakura's behavior. He slipped one hand into a pocket and withdrew his cards. He flipped through them to Sakura's. It worried him when someone did not fit an established pattern, when someone spoiled every conception he knew of them. It was damn inconvenient to spies because it meant more work. And then everyone wondered why he never got the dental work for Sound done on time.
As he flipped through the cards, he kept half an ear kept on the conversation ("So, what are you doing? "Um, gathering herbs." "What for?"). Not that one. Not that one. Not that — waaaiiiitt a minute… Kabuto frowned as he lifted Naruto's card closer to his face and scrutinized the details. The pattern of Naruto's behavior, both physically and psychologically, came immediately to mind. Kabuto superimposed that pattern of this pattern.
From behind Naruto's card Kabuto withdrew Sakura, and held them together side by side. He glanced over their tops to Sakura, who was crouching on the ground with her hands pressed against the flat of her hands. The expression on her face – he looked back at the two cards. He mentally reviewed the details that Sakon had passed on to him. Naruto beating his head against the ground, screaming at voices to shut up; Sakura acting remarkably like Naruto.
But it was impossible. Kabuto rubbed his temples as a throbbing began to make itself known. There were pieces missing in this puzzle and the picture that was forming made no sense.
Kabuto stayed and listened to the conversation, hoping for more information. None was revealed, except for a rather interesting recipe for an analgesic crème made from every day weeds. Imagine a young girl like that knowing such a thing – well, perhaps not young, Kabuto reconsidered. Hanging out with Orochimaru made him feel old, especially when he had to baby-sit half the village.
When Sakura finished speaking, she stood up, stretched her arms until Kabuto half-expected the vertebrae to pop, and then trudged off to the village. She was limping a little more noticeably, but Hinata noticed as well and flagged the girl down. She handed Sakura a tube of the crème and made her promise to administer it to every scrape, bruise, cut, ache, and pain on her body. Then, with a critical once-over Sakura's current condition, Hinata added another tube. Both Kabuto and Hinata watched as Sakura left.
With a shiver, Hinata looked down at the plants she had been gathering, and then stooped to pick it all up. Nervousness and uncertainty was clear with each of her movements; but who could blame her? The smile that had lightened up Sakura's face when Hinata gave her the tube had been purely Naruto.
With a backwards glance at Hinata, Kabuto sprang back into the woods and followed after Sakura.
Ino's eyes were narrowed as she searched her surroundings. The lane of trees was deserted, but for Kiba, his dog, and Lee, who had spotted Kiba and was making his slow but sure way towards him. Click. Tap. Click. Tap. While Kiba was a jerk enough to remain seated where he was, he was nice enough to remain seated where he was. So, Ino reasoned, Kiba didn't care if Lee wanted to talk to him. Poor fellow was usually lonely, Ino supposed, and if Kiba was willing to stay put long enough for Lee to catch up to him and say hello, this was well enough for Ino.
She crouched in the bushes and clicked her tongue. Akamaru, who had been curled up on the ground beneath the bench Kiba sat upon, lifted his head in interest. Ino clicked her tongue again and waved the cookie. While she usually had compulsions against feeding animals, especially Akamaru, she was fairly certain about the state of her cooking and, well, better Akamaru than Sasuke – er, another human.
"Yo, Lee!" Kiba greeted, lifting one hand as Lee came closer. Akamaru stood up, yawned, stretched out one hindquarter, and then loped across the lane to Ino. He sat a few feet before her and cocked his head peering at her and the cookie with curiosity.
"That's a good boy," Ino said with a sugary voice. She tossed the cookie to Akamaru. It landed a few inches from his paws. Akamaru leaned forward and sniffed at the cookie. Ino waited with baited breath before Akamaru finally yipped and ate the cookie. He licked his chops, sniffed around for a few more crumbs, and then looked at Ino. There was an unexpected shift in the canine's eyes. He stood up suddenly and bent forward, growling softly as the hair stood on end. Ino gulped. Did something go wrong with the cookies? Instead of falling in love with the first person they saw, did they fall in hate?
Akamaru leapt forward, claws leaving scratched in the pavement. Ino fell backwards with a cry. Kiba was immediately on his feet, eyes scanning his surroundings before he saw Akamaru jumping on Ino. "Akamaru!" He sprinted across the pavement, leaving Lee to hurry after on his crutches. Then stopped, nearly falling over from the abrupt cease of momentum and surprise.
Akamaru … Ino … "Ahhh!" Kiba yanked Akamaru off of Ino by the scruff of his neck, cradling the dog in his arms. Akamaru growled and tried to wiggle free. "What are you doing, you sicko? You're molesting my dog!"
Ino sprang to her feet. "Molesting your dog? How dare you, you fleabrain! Your dog was humping me!"
Lee stumbled backwards, his face glowing red. He made his way back to the bench and sat down on it with a heavy thump.
"My dog has more sense than to fall for something like you!"
"What? Are you saying the dog is better than me!"
"He's got better taste, that's for sure!"
Akamaru bit Kiba and jumped out of his arms. "That is the most – eeeeek! He's doing it again! Eeewww!" Ino flailed her leg as Akamaru, tongue lolling and tail wagging, jumped her foot again. "Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!"
Kiba tried to grab his dog, but Akamaru barked and wagged harder as Ino danced out of reach, trying to dislodge the animal.
Lee rubbed his burning cheeks as he looked on in interest, although he tried not to appear too interested. Embarrassing, yes. But this was the best entertainment he had all summer, short of Gai-sensei forcing Neji into a speedo for swimming lessons, since one never knew when one was going to have to swim the ocean.
Despite being in the opposite parts of the village, two young persons in the wrong bodies stumbled tiredly into their bodies' respected homes. One, though exhausted, still had enough energy to make her bed with clean sheets. The other, also exhausted and perhaps a little more sore than the first, took the time to carefully clean and care for each scrape and bruise with a healing crème. Though still early in the evening, both collapsed boneless on their respected beds and fell fast asleep.
It was only the beginning of their problems.
Naruto threw back his covers and sat upright, staring blearily at the pajama bottoms he wore. It was too late in the evening for this. He was tired, sore, and more than a little worried about what he was getting into. Now this. There was a sense of something wrong as he poked and prodded himself; the junction between his thighs were not only sticky, but there was a pervading soreness in his pelvis different from the soreness that resided elsewhere in his body. It ached dully, radiating from the junction and outward, upward, and downward.
He blinked and rubbed his eyes. There were bloodstains on his pajamas and the sheets. He frowned thoughtfully; he had been so sure to clean himself up and put salve on all his bruises and scratches so Sakura wouldn't suspect he had battered her body around, but he must have missed this. Scratching his head, he slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom. In there, he slid the pajamas off and peered intently.
That didn't look good.
He searched.
YIKES!! He was bleeding there! Was this normal?
Naruto grabbed toilet paper and stuffed it between his legs to stem the flow, considered what he was doing, and shuddered at the thought of applying Hinata's salve there. And how on earth was he going to bandage it up so it would stop bleeding? Maybe he reopened it while kicking restlessly in his sleep. Of course, he didn't remember even bleeding there when he was cleaning up from Jiraiya's training – not that, uh, he had looked.
Slightly worried, Naruto hitched his pajamas bottoms up and entered Sakura's bedroom. He stared critically at the bedding for a moment before he yanked off the sheets and carried them into the bathroom to be scrubbed, rinsed, and soaked. As he did, only slightly comforted knowing that the blood wasn't too noticeable with pink sheets, he wondered what he should do. Maybe... Maybe Sakura would know. Yeah, that was it. It was her body; maybe stuff like this happened a lot to her. As comfortable as he was with his body, his sexy female body, and even Sakura's body by now, he didn't want to be held responsible for undue damage.
He checked, found he was still bleeding, secured the toilet paper, rustled up a clean pair of pajama bottoms, slid on a pair of sandals, and made off into the night. No one from the village noticed him as he hurried through Konoha toward the other side of town. Even he didn't notice the figure that lurked after him on the rooftops.
When he reached his flat, Naruto pounded insistently on the door until it cracked open and he saw his blue eyes peering through. "Oh. It's you." The door opened wider and Sakura took a step back. She frowned at him, as if she didn't like what she was seeing. "Anything wrong?"
"Er." Naruto nervously stepped through the doorway and looked around as Sakura closed it behind. His flat looked neater than it usually did; his sparse furniture was arranged so it didn't appear as unorganized and haphazard as it tended to be, and the floors looked clean enough to eat off of them. Now, he felt guilty for stepping on it.
"What is it?" Naruto jumped in surprise, distracted from studying his expression in the floor. "You seem worried," Sakura said as she headed for one of the chairs and sat down on it. Naruto followed after, noticing absent-mindedly that the window was open and that curtains (curtains? He had curtains?) fluttering in the night breeze. It looked like a woman had moved into his place and had her way with it, wrestling with everything that made his flat a bachelor's pad. Not that he should complain. He'd be getting it back in better shape than when he left it.
He studied Sakura for a moment, wondering how to break the news about it, and then figured he may as well blunder forward. His luck had been holding up pretty well; he shouldn't be too hard put to get out of this without too many scars to show for it. "Um, Sakura, I'm bleeding."
Sakura blinked as the words sunk in her head. "What did you say, Naruto?" She frowned in thought and leaned forward, and that was the breaking point.
"Ah! I'm sorry!" Naruto leapt to his feet and waved his hands in the air. "I'm sorry! You were weak so I decided to train and I didn't know it was going to be like this!"
"What are you—-"
"I broke your body!" Naruto thought he heard snickering being desperately choked off, but that was probably just his imagination playing tricks on him – nasty time for it to be doing that, or maybe he was going mad. "And now I'm bleeding! There!" He pointed, and Sakura's face turned red. She stared mutely.
"You're, um, bleeding?" she asked with some hesitance, her eyes not straying.
Naruto nodded stiffly. "And I don't know how to bandage it. Will it stop bleeding?"
"Bandage..." Sakura finally lifted her eyes. Much to Naruto's surprise, they were dancing. She giggled. "Bleeding? You broke my body?" She giggled again.
He crossed his arms in front of himself and sulked. "I thought you'd be mad if I broke your body."
"N-Naruto—-" She burst out laughing. "Th-that's the best thing I've h-heard all day!"
"But, but, Sakura-chan, how?" He didn't know whether he should be offended or relieved that she found so much amusement in his misery, especially when it was her body.
"Naruto," Sakura's laughter trailed off, "do you know what a girl's period is?"
He was silent for a moment, wondering what sort of context to take that in. "That anything like a comma?" he asked carefully. Again, there was choked-off snickering.
"No!" She raised her hand to smack him on the head, but remembered that it would be her body carrying the bruise. The hand went down instead. "These things are normal. For a girl, I mean. It's part of being a woman, and it means we can have babies."
"Babies?" Naruto tried imagining himself having a baby. All he could think of were puppies, and then he suddenly realized the we. "I don't think we should," he said as he felt his face turn red. He put a hand behind his head and shuffled his feet nervously. "I mean, we're both so young right now that …"
Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation as she put her hands on her hips. "I meant we, as in girls. Just because I'm a boy doesn't mean I haven't stopped being a girl." Naruto wondered if becoming a girl and then bleeding like a girl made him any less of a guy, and hoped not. "Naruto, hasn't anyone told you anything about the facts of life?"
"Oh, sure. Iruka-sensei told me that death and taxes were all I needed to concern myself with."
"Death and taxes? Those aren't the facts of life!"
"They happen, don't they?" Naruto pointed out defensively.
"Okay, then. The birds and the bees."
"Um. That one isn't so familiar." Naruto watched as his face slowly turned red.
"Then I guess I'll have to explain the facts to you. Um, Naruto, have you ever wondered why men and women are different?"
He scratched his head. "Not really."
"Okay, then. It all starts like this." Sakura's face turned even redder. "It's like, well, biology, I guess."
Naruto didn't see what this had to do with bleeding. "So biology's got to do with men and women being different?"
"It's like. Well. I, that is you, have breasts." Naruto looked down at himself. Yes, but what did that have to do with bleeding? "And you, that is me, have a, um." Was it humanly possible to turn that red? "Um, a male part. Youknowthepenis." Naruto sorted through that jumbled mess of words as Sakura's face grew redder.
"Ooooh. Is this about sex?"
"Yes!"
"I know what that's about and how it's done." He glared at Sakura. "You aren't some pervert, are you?"
"What? No!"
"Then why would we be talking about it?"
Sakura raised a fist above her head as if she would bring it down hard upon his skull. He flinched out of habit and raised his arms to protect himself. Her hand still raised in the air, Sakura said, "Because, you idiot!" She lowered her hand and placed it on the non-existing curve of her hip. "Because the bleeding means that you can have babies if you have sex."
Oh. The dirty magazines Naruto would leaf through for research never got around to telling that. "When's the bleeding going to stop?"
Sakura pursed her lips as she studied Naruto for an instant, scrutinizing her body for an instant. "Normally, it lasts for three days, sometimes five."
"Five days? Won't I bleed to death?"
"No. It happens."
"But if I bled for that long from any other wound, I would die!" Just where was the snickering coming from?
Sakura sighed. "It's not a wound! Look, women have been doing this sort of thing for thousands of years, Naruto. Being in my body for a few days during menstruation will hardly kill you."
Naruto felt torn between relief and horror. "Well, all right then."
"And now that we have that cleared up." Sakura turned a withering glare upon Naruto; shivers of doom danced up and down his spine as she cracked her knuckles ominously. "What's this about breaking my body from training?"
"Ah, heh heh." Naruto smiled sheepishly and again his hand went self-consciously behind his head. "Ah, yes, I meant to tell you about that..."
Kabuto took another deep breath to still the laughter bubbling in his chest as he sat cross-legged on the roof directly above the open window. At least now he knew what was going on. He had no idea how they got into their current predicament, but the end result was the same.
However, while Sakura and Naruto, both the respective persons and the respective bodies, may have grown and certainly changed since the last time he saw them, ninjas should know better than to discuss sensitive and top-secret information with the window open. As the talking moved on to other subjects, Kabuto stood up and silently moved across the rooftops, away from Naruto's flat.
Perhaps he should send them a letter later, informing of them just that, since Konoha hadn't thought to teach her students this.
Then he stumbled and nearly fell off the roof.
Sasuke jerked awake. Thumps again? Damn those squirrels! That was the second time this evening, and if they continued to do it again, some unfortunate furry bodies were going to meet their end, no matter how annoying Lee's Save The Rare Speckled Underbelly Squirrel That Lives In Sasuke's Eaves campaign. Perhaps he ought to just to spite the bushy eye-browed oddball.
He turned on his side to face the window in time to miss the pair of legs that had been dangling in view.
Kabuto wiped a hand over his forehead. Note to self: until he had his glasses, no sudden movement or running on the roof. That had been the second time too. Come to think of it, in this general vicinity. He glanced around, but did not see anyone, particularly Sakon and Jiroubou. Good, they were to stay well-hidden until time to address their own mission.
Kabuto slowly backed away from the edge of the roof, until he was firmly in the middle of it. Folding his legs beneath him, he sat down, and then turned about to press the length of his body against the roof's slates. Diminish his body as a target. Think, think. The worst of his fears had been made known (okay; not the worst, but certainly the most unexpected). Orochimaru would want to know, even if he was merely concerned with Sasuke. If Akatsuki learned, then they may make their move. Since Sakura didn't have Naruto's skills, she would be deemed as easy target. Orochimaru didn't really want the kyuubi in their hands. It may just be in their best interests of Kabuto figured out some way to fix them.
If you wanted things done right, sometimes you gotta do them yourself.
As he sat upon the rooftop, contemplating his thoughts, he heard a soft, muttered curse. Curious to know where it came from (and the fact that curses meant humans and humans meant someone he could detect, except he hadn't), Kabuto crawled to the edge of the roof and peered over.
Standing beneath a streetlight, Ino was flipping madly through pages of a book as Kiba's dog, Akamaru … Well, that's obscene, Kabuto thought as his eyebrows arched to his hairline in unfeigned surprise. He had thought the Inuzukas was more skillful at teaching their dogs to refrain from such behavior, but sure enough - Kabuto rubbed his eyes and opened them again - Ino was still swearing when she slammed the book shut and shook it, leveling an eye of vengeance upon its visage. "1001 jutsus and you can't even give me anything to make the damn dog stop humping my foot!"
With a scream of rage, Ino drew back her hand and then let the book fly through the air. Kabuto sat back on his knees and caught it before it could slam into his face. He felt a twinge of pain at the stinging impact the book made against the palms of his hands; the girl could certainly throw when she was angry enough.
With another cry of anger, Ino shook Akamaru free of her foot and ran down the street. Panting and wagging his tail suggestively, Akamaru ran after. Kabuto vaguely noticed which direction Ino was escaping and how fast she was moving, but his interest was drawn to the book like Orochimaru was drawn to power. Well, perhaps not that drawn.
Still, there was a spark of more than interest as he turned the book over in his hands, noting the thickness, its age, and the texture of the cover. He gently opened the front flap and scanned over the table of contents. A lot of interesting things this could yield. Further inspection of the book turned up a dog-eared section over something called, "Love Potion #9." Was that anything like Channel #5?
With a regretful sigh, Kabuto snapped the book closed and carefully tucked it into his pocket. No time for this; he would have to meet up with some informers and have them send a few messengers to Orochimaru. Kabuto had a sneaking feeling that he was going to have to bring the two Genin along. Not that he liked the idea; the two together in separate bodies was enough to make his hackles rise in warning.
"Aaahhhh. Bed." Sakura smiled happily as she stretched her arms out and basked in the luxury of clean sheets, which she had gone straight for when she finished berating Naruto and he left. Not, she supposed, that she should be angry with him. After all, it was sweet that Naruto cared enough about her to make sure that her body was in better shape when she got it back than when they had switched. M-chan and her new companion, D-chan, curled up together in Naruto's sink, the pillow they rested upon contouring against the sink's curves. They seemed to purr a little as Sakura turned off the light switch with a well-aimed shoe, curled under the blankets, and waited for a good night's rest. After the long day of struggling with her issues (she still hadn't told Naruto about the missing statue, she recalled with no small amount of guilt; they would have to discuss this early the next day), the mental exhaustion was even greater than her physical exhaustion. She looked forward to resting. Ahhh, darkness. Ahhh, sleep.
As she settled down, there was a stirring of some sort in the darker recesses of her mind. It seemed that the nine-tailed fox was poking its nose from its den and sniffing about for the current state of matters.
"Oh," said Inner Sakura tiredly, about to go off to her own sleep, "what does the overrated ball of fuzz and teeth want now?"
The sense of being that was the nine-tailed fox shifted, as if waving its tails in the air and licking its chops. An interesting conversation with the boy, tonight, it began politely, testing its grounds.
"We're not in the mood for it, Furry."
Not to be undone, the nine-tailed fox seemed to yawn and loll its tongue at that. You are only in the mood when it is convenient for you, I have noticed. Typical vixen. Always complaining about headaches. Although with that forehead I may begin understanding why.
"Some of us need our sleep." Then, not to be undone, Inner Sakura perked up. "I bet you shed until you're bald."
Sleep is overrated. Is that your hair or some misfortunate animal that died on your head?
"Heartless."
Oh, thank you.
"Spineless. Unnerved when a girl cries."
Coward.
"Ain't going to work this time, buster. I'm completely impervious to such insults."
Heh heh. I'll imperve you...
"What?! Eeeewwwww! Interspecies sex!"
Hah! Only if it meant getting out of this body and being free once more!
Sakura sat upright in bed and yelled at the wall. "WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP AND LET ME SLEEP!!"
There was a moment of welcoming silence as the nine-tailed fox and Inner Sakura drew back almost in surprise at Sakura's reaction. With a snort, Sakura grabbed the coverings and rolled over, wrapping her body tightly and snuggly within their warmth.
Is it true? The nine-tailed fox was doing its best to sound bored, and there might have also been a fair bit of awe and curiosity in its voice if it weren't for the fact that the demon still had its dignity to maintain. That vixens really do bleed for five days and not die?
author's notes: ... Kabuto brings out the philosophical side of me. (Yes! Yes! It's true! I have an almost unhealthy infatuation with Kabuto - but who doesn't?)
