Chapter 24: A day off.
Today felt good.
But that probably only was because he hadn't slept more then 3 hours in the last week. Iruka opened his eyes with a sleepy, half open gaze, shifting around in a more comfortable then normal bed under warmer then normal blankets. There really was nothing like sleep depravation to make someone appreciate a full night's rest.
Iruka stretched his arm above his head and opened his mouth wide with a yawn, squinting his eyes lightly from the light beaming in from the window, he wondered what time it was... "Mmm..." Iruka planted his hands behind him and sat up, glad to be rid of the sluggishness that plagued him for the past 6 days. With a small flex of his back he slipped out of the bed and trekked across the room, he noticed about halfway across that like his appetite was back and bluntly announcing it's presence. So much so that the need for food took precedent over getting dressed.
Iruka's hand fell to his stomach consolingly as it growled loudly and stirred uncomfortably, one thought came to his mind. 'Breakfast.' Though in nothing but his boxers, Iruka ventured out into the main hall and headed toward the kitchen.
Only when he was alone and all was silent and empty did his mind start to notice things. 'This place is so big...' He couldn't help but feel like he was in a mansion when walked down this hall in the morning.
The feeling of being in a large house was strange since this place really was a business, the only people who saw that side of it among them besides himself was Sasuke, who kept rather meticulous records of everything they did, and Kiba who did budgeting. '...' Iruka smiled at the thought of trying to fill out one of Sasuke's a forms, the Uchiha boy apparently always took notice of every miniscule detail of every situation and he expected everyone else too by the 5 pages on average for the forms required after every mission.
And Kiba surprised him with how well he handled money, Iruka didn't think he could handle the budget better himself. Every single dollar spent was mapped out to the detail of Sasuke's records, though he suspected some of Neji's help and influence, everything was worked out even to anticipate any future problems that could and most likely would happen. It turned out that Kiba could easily spend someone else's money, but when it was his he was oddly controlling...
Iruka looked to his left when he heard the sound of Kakashi walking out of his own room, "Kakashi? Oh, Good morning." Iruka greeted.
"Good morning Iruka-sama."
'?' Iruka froze, he'd know that sound anywhere! Well... it wasn't as if there was any thing strange about the voice, the voice was fine, it was just the words the voice said. '-sama?' Iruka looked back suspiciously at Kakashi. "Hey..."
Kakashi looked at him nervously when he realized his mistake, aside from the fact that he was wearing the uniform of a high ranking Konoha shinobi that was slightly duller then the actual uniform, the real Kakashi didn't call Iruka that. Kakashi rubbed the back of his head and smiled uneasily under the mask, hoping Iruka wouldn't think too deeply. "Uh...what is it?"
"Your not the real Kakashi!" He pointed accusingly, causing the doppelganger to flinch at the realization.
The double dropped his head with a sigh, he could never catch a break. "How come I'm fake and he's real? How do you know he's not my copy?"
"Because your a demon!" Iruka shouted, this wasn't what he expected to wake up too this morning.
The copy lifted his hand to his chin and looked up thoughtfully. "Well I guess it would be a conflict of interest, considering your profession and all." He said...then a few seconds later a realization came to his expression. "He wait, half of you guys are part demons-"
Iruka lifted his hand to his forehead and rubbed his fingers. "Why am I having this conversation with you!"
Kakashi lifted his hands surrenderingly, he was gonna wake everybody up. "Ok, Ok, calm down Iruka-sama. Man, I can't get a break." He said pleadingly. "I'm not here to start any trouble or anything." He was never here to start trouble.
"Weren't you looking for Kakashi?" Iruka asked in a chastising tone.
"Not really, I was looking for you." The copy told him, smiling again. "It's too early to deal with...him." Last part pertaining to his original was said with a harsh, venomous tone, not hiding any of his hate.
'Him...' Speaking of Kakashi and hate...Iruka knew he probably shouldn't have even wanted to keep speaking to him, but the curiosity was really bothering him. He had to ask...but he thought better of doing it here, since there was always the chance Gaara was awake or Kiba just happened to pick up the scent, if they found the Doppelganger then he'd never know. "Come on." He grabbed Kakashi's hand and pulled him abruptly along with little more then those words, Kakashi had no protest as he was nearly dragged into the storage room with the door closed behind him.
"Uh Iruka-sama?" Kakashi reached out along the wall in the dark room and turned on the light, he'd been here enough to know where just about every small thing was. "What's with all the pulling?"
Iruka let out a deep breath and leaned against the door beside the copy, this was the only demon he'd ever be comfortable staying this close too, he obviously wouldn't hurt him. Which was the nature of his question. "Why...Do you hate Kakashi so much, and give me a real answer." Iruka's expression softened a little and he looked away slightly. He couldn't understand it, he was so...normal and really nice, so why was he so hateful of Kakashi. "Don't tell me if you don't want to, but really think about it if you are."
Kakashi stared at Iruka with slight awe, he'd never talked to him like this before, no one had spoken to him like this actually. Iruka was so nice! How could he not give him a well thought out answer... And he did think about it, he folded his arms and stared upward silently for a few silent moments, then finally responded. "Honestly...I don't know, I'm fine when he's not around but when I see him..." The copy flinched his fist and tensed at the thought of his counterpart, "I really don't know why but when I see him I'm just filled with all this hate and I simply...want to kill him." His focused stayed fixed on Iruka when he said this, and he saw the look he was fearing he'd see. That unease, that fearful look that came into Iruka's eyes, that look that came to everyone when they realized who he was. And he hated it the most when he saw it in this person. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"Uh..." Iruka looked away, feeling a pang of guilt for his reaction. But how else could he react, how did he expect him to react? He wanted to kill his friend. "I guess it can't be helped. Your a demon."
"..." The doppelganger didn't say anything, he just continued to look away. Maybe now would be a good time to leave.
"Hey...What's that?" Iruka leaned towards him curiously, glancing under the collar of Kakashi's vest. Something interesting had prompted him to notice it, a scent, he smelled something like he'd never smelled before. With out warning he suddenly tugged on Kakashi's left shoulder, pulling the surprised demon off balance and made him lean just enough for Iruka to see the flesh of interest.
"Whoa!" Kakashi nearly fell from the sudden action. "What? What?"
There was a cut on the side of his neck, a small one, but a deep for it's size. From the open wound poured a silver liquid, like melted steel, Iruka swiped his finger over it and examined it with a child's interest. "Is this blood? Where'd you get that cut?"
"Demon." He said in a shaky voice, though the trembling was only because of his odd positioning. "I needed something to do...!" A sharp surprise swept through him as his frail balance finally gave way and he was sent tumbling to the ground. "!"
"Oh, sorry." Iruka smiled apologeticly, quickly dropping to his knees and pulling the copy, now flat on his back, up right. "I...got distracted..."
Kakashi rubbed the back of his head where it had impacted with the hard floor, "Ow... What do you mean distracted?" He looked back at the man with slight annoyance...but that annoyance quickly faded when he saw just how distracted Iruka had become.
So distracted that Iruka didn't even hear what he'd just said nor the look he'd just gotten. He just stared down at his blood stained finger with an odd interest, looking on at the substance that was almost metallic in appearance. He wasn't sure where it had come from, but this strong urge, desire, rose up in him when he looked at it He didn't care what it was and why it came on the way it did, all he wanted... Iruka closed his eyes and slowly ran his tongue over his finger, tasting, devouring the demonic blood. Normally he would have found nothing pleasurable about the taste of blood, he'd held the taste of his own blood in his mouth enough to know, but today there was something different. Today flavors he hadn't ever tasted before came out, today he found some type of substance in it.
It was amazing.
"I-Iruka?" Kakashi wasn't as surprised by the action as he was by Iruka's reaction, the fact that Iruka didn't immediately point out the fact that blood wasn't something one would eat, and didn't say anything at all about it was stranger to him then the act itself.
Iruka opened his eyes slightly to peer down at the double as if only to make sure he was there, then let them fall closed again as he planted his hands on the demon's shoulders and leaned froward, slowly running his tongue over the cut on Kakashi's neck. Sure the doppelganger found it strange, but that didn't mean he wasn't completely tempted to let Iruka continue doing this, it felt soothing to the laceration. But if he was going to let this happen in good conscious, he had to ask why Iruka picked this particular act. "Iruka-sama, it feels really good and all." He started.
Iruka quickly pulled back when he realized what he was doing, "I...Uh..." He couldn't say he didn't realize what he was doing, he just couldn't stop himself, he didn't want to stop himself. 'Whoa, what's wrong with me?' "Sorry."
"You should keep going." Kakashi smirked impishly. "I'll start."
Iruka's eyes narrow and he swiftly punched the demon across the head. "Alright, you can go now."
"Alright, Alright." The doppelganger laughed and lifted his hands defensively."I won't be too far Iruka-sama!" He called back, just before his body faded in a blur of skillful speed.
"That's what I was afraid of." Iruka rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, and finally he stood up and walked out of the storeroom. He wasn't hungry anymore, his apatite had all but faded... Iruka leaned against the closed door and let his head fall back when the realization echoed in his mind, it wasn't food he was hungry for. In fact he found himself licking his lips to find a single taste of the blood that had passed through before...
And when he caught himself he immediately clasped his hands over his mouth, 'W-what is this! Why...'
"Iruka-sensei?" A sleepy voice sounding unexpectedly from his side made Iruka flinch and quickly look around as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. Sasuke took notice, he was by all rights a morning person so he was fully aware with his usual attention to detail. "Are you ok?"
Iruka didn't know who he was expecting but it wasn't Sasuke, so he allowed himself to relax. "Oh, Sasuke, good morning." He pushed himself off the door and stood up, "How are you, are you feeling better?"
Sasuke looked down ominously at his chest, and contemplated telling Iruka of the full extent of what happened yesterday, the eye that had buried itself in his torso and had yet to be seen again. But his first impression of the older man this morning made him think twice about it. "I'm fine."
"That's good." Iruka nodded. "Maybe you should take the day off and get some rest."
"I'll be alright."
"Maybe...but if you don't feel 100 percent, or you just have second thoughts you can go back and get some more rest at any time."
"I'll manage." Sasuke said dismisatively. Though it didn't sound so convincing when his stomach began growling.
Iruka smiled, "Come on, I'll go make you some breakfast."
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"You really think you can beat me?" Naruto snickered confidently. He stood surrounded by trees, 30 miles out to the forest, the same one Kiba's mission had taken him deep into the night before. At first he'd come here simply to look around, and he was pretty surprised at the destruction, but it wasn't too long before Konohamaru came looking for him and challenged him to a fight.
They stood on muddy ground, surrounded by damaged and half severed trees, a few almost completely drawn out of the ground by the roots. Konohamaru stood ready, holding the metal Kunai's Kisame had made for him. "I've gotten a lot better!"
"Really?" Naruto folded his arms and smirked, he had to admit he was curious.
Konohamaru pressed the ends of the blades together and blue cords of Chakra appeared, then he threw one of the blades forward, and a surprised Naruto flinched and quickly stepped to the side as it reeled past him and dug itself into the trunk of a large tree. Then Konohamaru tossed the other Kunai behind him, and it dug itself into another half uprooted tree that seemed hundreds of years old. The blue cord stretched at lest 50 feet across the small clearing, and Konohamaru agilely leapt onto the wire. "Yeah, I have!"
"Alright then." Naruto knelt down to the ground and planted his hands in to the muddy surface. "I see you learned a few tricks, you really think you've gotten good?"
Konohamaru started spinning his Chakra, he'd done it so much by now that it had become second nature to him. "Yeah."
"Then lets make this a little more interesting." Naruto closed his eyes with the same smirk on his face as he began concentrating. Konohamaru knelt down on the rope and watched Naruto carefully, what was he doing...and why did he hear the ground sizzling...and why was the mud bubbling? "Wildfire!"
"!" Konohamaru flinched and immediately jumped back in surprise as flames burst out of the ground, erupting out over the whole clearing. "W-What the hell?"
Naruto jumped on to the wire, though he wobbled slightly, he had much less ballance then Konohamaru. 'That doesn't matter...' It didn't matter, since it really wouldn't matter if he fell, Konohamaru on the other hand...
"What is this?" Konohamaru looked nervously about him, feeling the heat of the flame rising up all around him.
"So? Wanna back out?" Naruto asked with a victorious tone to his voice.
Konohamaru swallowed hard and shook his head, he'd be fine as long as he didn't fall, and Naruto would fall long before he would. "No way!"
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Thankfully for Sasuke no missions had come about, either that or Iruka was screening them for him. He didn't care, if Iruka was doing that then today he didn't mind. He was content to just sit in a tree branch just outside and think to himself.
He couldn't stop looking down at his hands, he didn't know why but he expected to see it there. Sasuke grunted in frustration, he wasn't even sure what it was, all he knew was that it was inside of him and that made him uneasy in his own body. And he couldn't stop staring at his hands, he felt like an idiot but something made him think that it would just pop out there.
That goddamn eye.
Come on! What kind of demon puts an eye in somebody? A parasite he could understand, maybe something that would poison you, or rip you apart from the inside, that would be perfect for a demon. But an eye? Why an eye? Sasuke involuntarily shuttered at the thought of it crawling around inside of him.
Wait, if it was crawling around inside of him, why didn't he feel it? "Hmm..." Sasuke stared up through the patchy leaves at the rays of sun shining through, maybe it hadn't happened at all? Maybe it just seemed that way, it could have just been a Sharingan attack. Or else he'd feel it!
Sasuke felt relieved at the realization, he didn't think he could stand the thought any longer.
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He never had mundane thoughts such as these on a normal basis, it only happened after he began sleeping again after a period of deprivation. Gaara had been devoid of sleep for the past week, he'd stayed up for helping Iruka out since the man didn't have the energy to fight demons and manage SDI. He found himself helping Iruka a lot lately, he really wanted to help Iruka.
Gaara sat in his customary spot in the center of a large river not too far off, himself positioned directly under the forceful current of the waterfall connecting it to higher ground. The water pounded in to his bare shoulders and sheeted off of him, rising from point of connection with the ground in a heavy mist. And while he sat there with black headphones nesseled over his unruly red hair and clamped tightly over his ears, music blaring loud enough to over power the sounds of the raging river. He couldn't help but have another mundane thought.
How much money had he spent on this interest of his? His room was stacked with more CD's then he could possibly listen too, he had at lest 10 replacements of CD players for those lost in fights. The one he was listening to right now, which he'd taken a liking too and it was decidedly his favorite, was expensive on it's own, it had to be to withstand a waterfall. He'd put the most money into this one, making it impact resistant and water resistant, and he spent almost as much replacing some of the CDs he really liked. It wasn't that he particularly cared about money, he didn't spend it on anything else.
'...' Gaara narrowed his eyes in annoyment, he wasn't he daydreaming type, but he couldn't stop his mind from wandering off. He couldn't stop it from doing so for the last hour, and he was having no luck concentrating now. Maybe he should just give up on this, simply go find Naruto and go to sleep, he'd be fine then, he could focus then.
Did Iruka ever finish?
Most of what Iruka had been doing was paperwork, Gaara never imagined how many forms would be involved. He didn't know that for each company and small business they brought out in different villages and even countries, there was at lest 10 different forms to fill out. What they bought mostly were businesses that were dwindling and couldn't stand on their own anymore, out of good will from Iruka. They had people who had expert knowledge in Business to pull them up and make them a functioning member of the SDI conglomerate. But oddly enough they didn't have enough people to do all of the paperwork involved.
"..." Gaara mentally kicked himself and turned up the music even louder, maybe if he just focused on the music...
After a few minutes of sitting there with out a random thought coming in to his mind, focusing on simply the music decidedly worked. Maybe now he could get back to his training.
Gaara closed his eyes and sat silently under the rushing waters, his mind completely set on the music pouring into his ears. Even with his mind distracted like this it was simple for him to control the sand, it rose from his gourd sitting safely on the side of the river, floating surrealy in the air like a cloud and raining into the water. Where it promptly diluted.
This is where the training aspect came in, sand wasn't nearly as effective in water, it couldn't even stay together. So that's what he worked on, keeping it together at lest, maybe if he was able to do that he could increase it's effectiveness, strengthen it.
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Iruka slowly opened the broad doors halfway and peeked into the library, he felt strangely guilty about doing this, embarrassed even. Most of all he felt nervous, so he looked around uneasily, making sure he didn't see anybody before he walked inside and shut the door behind him. "..." He shifted around in the black uniform, taking a deep breath, and willed himself to proceed.
'I never realized how many books Neji has...' Iruka looked through the rows of books he passed, watching them reel by him in a hypnotic blur. He had to wonder how resourceful one had to be to collect texts such as these, most of which were pretty rare, Neji didn't deal in the normal ones. Some of these weren't even written by humans.
'I wonder how he translated them?' He thought to himself as he came to the doors of Neji's study and knocked softly. Almost immediately afterwords Neji's voice prompted whoever was out there to come in, and Iruka reluctantly opened the door and slipped inside, closing it also behind him.
Neji sat at his desk, looking over an open scroll and copying something on to it from a book, a volume of the demon archive he used so frequently. A few feet away was Kiba who was sitting atop of Lee's safe with Akamaru mounted fatefully on his head. "..." Iruka rubbed his head nervously.
"Iruka-sensei?" Neji looked up from his task and glanced up at him questioningly. "Is something wrong?"
"No." Iruka shook his head and forced himself to speak, he really didn't want to ask Neji about this, that feeling was made even worse because Kiba was here also. "I have to ask you something."
"Ok."
Now how could he phrase this... "Well uh..." How could he phrase this without coming off too strangely? "What does it mean when sudden urges for...uh...blood come about?" He just barely managed to ramble nervously through that question.
"Uh..." Neji looked at him even more questioningly. "Is this pertaining to a demon?"
Iruka felt himself blushing and immediately looked away. "No...human."
"Well...I'm not completely sure." Neji gave a silently look to Kiba who only could shrug at the way the man was acting right now. "I'd need more details."
Details? How about he'd just licked a demon this morning? Would that help at all? What about the fact that he liked it, or the fact that he wanted to get at lest a taste of any blood again and that thought had been plaguing him like an addiction all day. Iruka blushed even harder and shifted around nervously, that was the kinda thing he wanted to avoid saying. "Well... I have an assignment to go on." He said, and abruptly turned and bolted out of the door.
Leaving behind a completely confused Kiba and Neji. "What was that about?" Kiba watched the door where Iruka had just left.
"I don't know." Neji shrugged, dismissing it as stress he began refocusing on the thoughts he'd held before Iruka's intrusion.
Kiba did the same, his tail sweeping anxiously across the steel surface below him. "I guess it would ruin all of this work If we just broke this thing open now." He said, indicating the safe.
"I'm starting to seriously consider doing just that." Neji sighed, a frustration growing in his voice.
"Really?" Kiba lent down and pressed his nose against the steel door for the countless time, trying his best to detect what was inside, and failing again. "I really, really wanna see what's in there."
"No, don't." Neji shook his head.
"Come on, it's been almost 2 years!" Kiba winned, "Don't you want to know?"
"Of course I do." Neji sighed. He really did. He wanted to know what Lee would leave behind for him, why would he leave whatever it was for him in the first place? It was like all of his questions would be answer once they got inside of that safe, though realisticly he didn't know if anything would be answered. "But we're just going to have to wait."
"We deserve the right to break it open." Kiba said. "Those damn bugs didn't start coming after us until this safe was involved."
"Yes, that's true." Neji agreed. "But that doesn't mean we should break it open. We can still figure out the combination, we just have to think about it."
"Yeah, I guess." Kiba shrugged.
"The first number we found in the combination was Lee's lucky number, the second was on the back of Lee's gift, the third was the month of his birthday. So what would a fourth number be?"
"Geez, how does he pick these numbers?" Kiba folded his arms and closed his eyes, his sense of smell had gotten better, he could pick out things from long distances. But yet he couldn't pick out a thing past the scent of steel, that safe really was air tight. "And they're all single digit numbers? Seems random to me."
"Gai-sensei said that Lee was always systematical in the way he chooses these types of things." Neji sighed. "What was really important to Lee?"
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"Iruka."
Iruka flinched when he heard the sudden calling of his name, halting his nervous pacing around his room and quickly turning towards the door where Kakashi stood. "Kakashi? Don't sneak up on me like that."
Kakashi stood before him in much rougher state then he'd seen him last, covered in bruises and cuts from hours of fighting demons. "Sorry."
Iruka couldn't stop himself from staring at the other man almost in awe, he was immediately flooded with the scent of blood from the man's lacerations and his eyes focused on the sight of the crimson liquid. It was enticing beyond anything else, like he was deathly thirsty and standing before an oasis. Now it was all he could think off. "K-Kakashi..."
Kakashi tilted his head to the side questioningly and attempted to figure out why he was looking at him that way. "Iruka? Are you alright?"
"Uh..." Iruka relinquished what little control he had over himself and forced whatever speech he could render to come forth. "Yeah...It's nothing." A blush crept across his cheeks and he spoke almost in a daze where he would have normally spoke in nervous, stumbling words.
"What a day, somebody tried to screw us again, our client was a fake and it was a complete ambush." Kakashi said, a slight disappointment in his voice. "This is happening way too often."
"..." Iruka barely heard a word that had been said, he was so hungry...
"Iruka?" Kakashi waved a hand before Iruka's eyes and called his name again, he'd never seen him act like this. "What's with you?"
Iruka rested his hand on Kakashi's shoulder, his fingers grazing over an open cut sitting just behind a ripped part of Kakashi's shirt. Kakashi winced slightly from the agitation. "You should go get cleaned up, we... can talk about this later."
Kakashi was starting to get worried, Iruka seemed undeniably out of it. "Maybe you should get some rest Iruka, you've been working pretty late this week."
"Yeah, I am kinda tired I guess." Iruka lied, he wasn't tired at all. He was too hungry to even think about sleep, he just had to end this conversation before he jumped on Kakashi and did who knew what.
Kakashi seemed to except that answer, with out pressing Iruka's somewhat suspicious behavior, he heeded his words. Kakashi slipped his finger under the rim of his shirt and began pulling the black fabric off as he turned away and headed into the main hall, leaving Iruka behind to take a shower.
Iruka watched the man leave, his eyes fixed on the wounds on his back as Kakashi's form left his vision. Then with that oddly tempting distraction gone, he lifted his hand that he'd placed on Kakashi's shoulder before and stared at the blood covering his fingers. The sent had more arousing properties then it ever had before, he picked up something tempting and desirable found in nothing else.
'...' Iruka's eyes slowly fell closed and he ran his tongue over the appendages, savoring the taste he sought to have. It notably wasn't as good as Kakashi's doppelganger's had been...Why in the hell would he know what blood tasted better! Why did he like it so much in the first place! 'Oh man...' Iruka mentally sighed in a ominous manner, he still wanted more, he was hungry for more, and no amount of will power could deny that. Speaking of will, what happened to his? He'd just did that little act with out a second thought, as if it was natural.
Even as those thoughts ran through his mind he still licked his lips, searching for the last hint of that taste. "Where did this come from...what's wrong with me?"
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Konohamaru laid helplessly on his back atop the fire hardened ground now smoldering and over heated from the recent flames. Staring up at the blue Chakra wire connected to his metal kunai's stretching across a wide gap above him. "..."
"Don't feel too bad. " Naruto sat down beside him victoriously, "You did a pretty good job."
Konohamaru slipped his fingers under his goggles and rubbed his pounding head, though it wasn't meant that way, he felt like Naruto was mocking him. "I still lost." He pouted.
"No, you did great!" Naruto reassured him. He was surprised how well Konohamaru did. "I've never fought anyone who could make themselves stronger."He was referring to Konohamaru's skill of using his excessive amount of Chakra to strengthen his muscles.
It was a small consultation that Naruto thought so highly of him, actually it was a really big consultation. Konohamaru shifted his eyes upward at Naruto, then with a nagging thought in his mind he looked away reluctantly. "..."
Naruto looked down at him, noticing the way he couldn't seem to look in his eyes anymore. He had to be thinking about something. "Konohamaru?"
"Nee-chan." Konohamaru said reluctantly, keeping his eyes fixed away from him. "Thank you... for yesterday."
Naruto had attempted to make him feel better many times before, but this was the first time Konohamaru ever said anything about it the next day. "Oh...it was nothing." Naruto said, shifting his hands around awkwardly.
"Where did you learn all of those new jutsus?" Konohamaru changed the subject, "What's with all the fire."
"I like fire." Naruto announced proudly, he'd built up an immunity to fire through hard training and a series techniques he'd taken from Neji's demon books. Everyone had acquired at lest one demonic skill from those texts.
Except for Gaara and Konohamaru, Konohamaru had been fixed on creating his own jutsus, and had been diligently working to do so. With help from Itachi and Kisame of course, he'd developed a series of them, when one was created it was easy to make another variation like it. Konohamaru's tended to be large and flashy, which was why his developed jutsus were all explosive ones. "That was really cool!" Konohamaru said admiringly. "Can you teach it too me?"
"Nah, it's too dangerous."
"Come on!"
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