"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation

Bye.


Hurriedly, his shoes stomped onto the forlorn grass. While deep breaths of apprehension escaped his mouth, as he sprinted with carefully fearful hastiness.

Suigetsu's frail body worked urgently to keep him conscious, dragons of water whizzed near his head. Immediately, he tumbled, rolling to the side.

"Water-Style: Water-Bullets!"

His arm separated into specs of liquid. Suigetsu observed his limb gather up its energy, remaking the arm slowly. The Hozuki internally glowered, then, looked upwards.

He discerned a crowd of Kunai and Shuriken fly towards him with unnatural speeds: Suigetsu's hand quaked, reaching for the blade Mangetsu granted him with.

Then, blur of hastiness formed, and Mangetsu appeared, carrying the unbreathing body of two Kiri-Shinobi, his pupils discerned the concerned countenance of Suigetsu easily.

Mangetsu scoured the clouds, recognizing the weapons blasting towards them. Using his blade, the taller-Hozuki's fingers snapped into obscurity.

After eliminating the problems, Mangetsu tossed the bodies away, unfurling a scroll, with a message. Cutting his hand, with a Kunai, Mangetsu's summoning came.

A bird, which Suigetsu couldn't properly see, flapped its wings worriedly, while Mangetsu's features were filled with softness.

The bird and Mangetsu chatted for a few moments, until Suigetsu's neck was gently grabbed, as the world became indiscernible.

Mangetsu's eyes glistened warmly.

"To keep Suigetsu protected…"

"Always…"

"Yagura. Let's finish this!"

(-)

Sasuke and Kiba were hung up on two branches, inside of the Inuzuka-Compound. The Uchiha's face was completely unbothered, quasi-enthralled by being on a branch.

Kiba's eye-brows dropped in genuine annoyance, he folded his arms, whining petulantly. "Why am I in trouble?!" Disconnecting his arms, he wailed.

Hana chortled humouredly, she sat on top of a decently-large stone, only to make sure they would stay. "You allowed Sasuke to use Fire-Style in the compound."

Sasuke laughed boisterously, slapping his knee deliberately. "It was worth it for sure!" He bellowed exuberantly, humming unworriedly.

"I was meant to pick my partner later!" Kiba groaned agitatedly, flailing his arms around. "Please! Please! Please! Please!"

"Sorry, no." Hana bluntly refused, still seated relaxedly on the uncomfortably clean rock. "That's not happening until you 2 learned your lesson."

Sasuke dangled fleetingly before pumping chakra into his fingers: He tore a-part the bindings trapping him, and rushed onto a roof-top.

"See ya later!" Sasuke hopped onto a window sill, his hand swam in the air briefly. The Uchiha, then, cracked his neck, disappearing into Konoha's populace. "Too fun!"

(-)

Orochimaru rumbled amusedly, recalling the meeting he arranged with Naruto: The Uzumaki cooped himself in his apartment complex, studying something.

While Orochimaru laughed mirthfully, Ibiki approached him stonily, bowing patiently. "Lord Hokage. The scientific branch needs you now."

The Sannin –Still Considered One- nodded attentively, he ambled before blurring, Ibiki obscured, but slower. He settled into a room, encompassed with pods, charts, and scientists.

"Kabuto." Orochimaru rasped creepily, eyeing the room, impressed by the experiments' growth. "You called for my presence?"

Kabuto dutifully kneeled, before standing properly, his fingers clenched onto a clip-board belatedly. "Lord Orochimaru. We obtained this rare alloy."

The snake-user expeditiously grabbed the clip-board. Anciently, mature irises scanned it promptly, separating unrequired and necessary information.

"A metal able to drain chakra…" Orochimaru's mind hummed intelligently, calculating the uses of such a material. "Please, study this more."

"Of course."

(-)

Naruto slumped his shoulders with considerable irritation. His bed-room was unnaturally dim, lacking any brightness. "I need to go outside."

He sprang up, nearing his bed indolently, with a slanted skull of uncontaminated incuriosity. Naruto grasped a coal-coloured t-shirt and placed it on hastily.

When he was about to slide his curtains to the side, Sasuke crashed into his bed, while Naruto blinked slowly, snapping his head towards the mattress.

The Uchiha grinned unashamedly, embracing the pillows ebulliently. "You disappeared on me for 3 centuries!" He accused immaturely.

"Huh?"

"3 hours." Naruto's nose rasped mockingly, he inhaled unenergetically, the fragrance in the air was quite kind. "I disappeared for 3 hours."

Naruto exhaled sardonically, he peered towards Sasuke with unexpressed inquisitiveness. The Uzumaki gestured for the Uchiha to follow hastily.

Sasuke's eye-brows lifted curiously, as he hopped from the bed, stretching with childishness. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Not anywhere specific." Naruto shrugged slightly, a minuscule smile of mirth snapped into his face fleetingly. "I'm simply bored."

"Bored?" Sasuke's features brightened with unexpected cunningness: He flung his arm into the air elatedly. "Time to annoy…" He glanced suggestively towards Naruto after.

The Uzumaki shook his head amusedly, banging his hands onto the window softly; careful not to damage it too. Looking back, the blonde nodded.

"Itachi!" Sasuke informed with the grin of a troll: This was sizably bad. "He's gonna be frustrated as f#ck." Promptly, he drifted out the window.

"It's Itachi. He's too calm for his own good." Naruto stooped his legs, bouncing into the winds. "What's strategizing, huh?"

"Sasuke!" He beckoned with a realization of belatedness. Silence dampened the atmosphere. "He disappeared…Nice." Naruto sarcastically complimented.

He slid a hand into his pockets, slipping onto a roof-top, scanning the immediate area of the town: The Uzumaki clicked his teeth quietly. "I lost the menace."

(-)

24-Hours. Later:

Naruto ambled along the lane, untroubled by the whistles of noises in the air, the Uzumaki whirled to the side, dodging Sasuke effortlessly.

"You disappeared!" Sasuke complainingly deduced, wiping his cheek in mock-annoyance. "I'm not too bothered, still. Itachi made me clean the Anbu-Bathrooms."

Laughing hoarsely, Naruto clapped mockingly. While his sapphire irises hummed amusedly. "Was it exciting?" He innocently interrogated.

"Nope." Sasuke shook gently, the Anbu-Bathroom's stench was nauseating. They needed to clean up more often. "Academy?"

"Yep." Naruto forlornly confirmed, slumping with uncontaminated blandness. "The academy sucks." This was something he would stand by for ages.

Sasuke's skull clicked to the sides. He massaged his coal-coloured hair fearfully. "Learning sucks too!" Unfortunately, he arrived, his head dropping disappointedly.

"Wanna drop out or something?" Naruto boredly kicked the gate, keeping his gait slow, and pointless. "This place sucks ass."

The Uchiha breathed amusedly into his neck, suppressing a childish laugh. "Nah. Itachi would kill me, or maybe place me in some illusion."

Shaking his head sarcastically. Naruto, then, leisurely speculated. "You got the Sharingan now?" Slanting his head, he stared skywards.

Sasuke grinned exuberantly, shutting his eyes fleetingly, opening them with preparedness. Coal to Crimson: While comma-markings formed. "Yep!"

Clicking his eyes into its normal colour, Sasuke hung two hands into his neck. Silence settled between them, as they walked.

(-)

"My class!" Sasuke cheekily bellowed, bouncing onto a desk with unbridled cheerfulness. "It's great to see your stupid faces!"

Naruto's nose choked. He comfortably sank into a chair, his hands uncoiled peacefully. "Good one." He inwardly applauded.

Sasuke blasted Shikamaru a grin of mischief, which was sizably terrible for the Nara's large wariness of Sasuke, this would only make it worse.

Kiba glared madly towards Sasuke, his arms furled into each-other. He bared his teeth balefully. The Uchiha lifted his shoulders, untroubled.

Shino quietly watched Sasuke, his sun-glasses and clothing concealing any outward emotion: He steadied them onto his face. "You are quite bothersome." He intoned carefully.

Sasuke blurred onto Shino's desk, his hands settling onto his knees ebulliently. "Of course!" He back-flipped, dropping into a chair near Naruto casually.

The Uzumaki glanced boredly at the small group Sasuke, successfully, amassed. Well, Naruto was an anti-social kid, which was the best decision he made.

After a few minutes of faceless chatter, Iruka walked into the class with a slightly worried expression. Then, he coughed. "Okay, students. A Shinobi from Torture and Interrogation."

He stopped fleetingly, looking expectantly at the door, as something indistinguishable blurred inwards. "He shall be teaching you about the aspects of a Shinobi's work."

"This Shinobi was personally assigned by the Hokage to lead this session."

"Please be polite to Ibiki Morino." Iruka introduced, and ordered. He flickered towards the corridor, disappearing. "I shall come back later!"

(-)

Naruto grinned inconspicuously, from Canon/the Chunin-Exams. Ibiki was a rather stern person, not tolerating childishness.

His classmates would unarguably shatter his patience, instantly. With indolence, he scanned Ibiki's stature: Careful and barbaric.

He tapped the desk with his fingers, waiting for Ibiki to instigate this lesson. Instead, the torturer watched the students, unimpressed.

Naruto noticed his eye-brows lower slightly. Ibiki obscured briefly, appearing in front of Shikamaru stonily. The Nara rose from his sleep, looking up drowsily.

Ibiki span around, ambling to the front desk of the area, and only murmured. "Interesting." Then, his hand slammed into the table.

Sasuke excitedly bounced in his chair, inquisitive about the other actions Ibiki would partake in. The Uchiha attentively observed.

He, belatedly, realized something. Sasuke snapped his eyes towards Naruto curiously. "You plan on learning sealing techniques?"

Naruto's features whirled amusedly, he heaved a sigh of minuscule irritation. "No. Seals are difficult as f#ck, seriously, impossible."

"Damn." Sasuke childishly mocked, sticking his tongue into the corner of his cheek, internally. "You indisputably suck at this, huh?"

"True." Naruto begrudgingly agreed. When he opened up a book about the sealing-techniques, it was akin to gibberish. "The Uzumaki ancestors must be weeping."

(-)

Ibiki's ear twitched, sneakily listening to Naruto and Sasuke. Then, he smirked; cruelly. "Okay, brats! Come outside, and I shall use some techniques."

Boisterousness roared from the children's mouths, all immediately filing outside. Ibiki glanced at the duo, blurring into the training-area.

Naruto blinked hastily, straightening into a posture of standing. He sighed blandly, his hands automatically sliding into his pockets after.

Sasuke slanted his skull with a grin of unbridled immaturity. "Skipping?" He surmised, pumping a hand into the air excitedly.

Nodding diminutively, Naruto crouched behind the desk, Sasuke soon followed. Bored, sapphire irises watched, as the students piled up into a crowd outside.

He calmingly breathed inwards. "Sorry, Sasuke. I wanna sleep, or not trouble myself with anything…" Naruto glanced at the Uchiha patiently.

Sasuke grinned gleefully, shaking his head with deep ebullience. "Nope, you're shutting yourself in, a bit too much!"

Naruto's lips extended upwards amusedly; he exhaled, massaging his shoulder peacefully. "Okay, let's watch this technique Ibiki wants to use, instead of skipping."

"Sure." Sasuke exerted his head, peering into the window from behind the desk, the children only starting to concentrate. "Let's hurry too!"

The Uzumaki stood up slowly, creeping through the window silently, while Sasuke flew into the area, boisterously. "My class, your faces traumatize me again!"

Some tongues clicked in childish annoyance, while others agreed, out of politeness for the Uchiha, or fear. And Sasuke guessed politeness. "Ibiki. Please use the techniques."

Ibiki's nose choked, he placed his hand onto his waist and carried out a scroll, with a pen –encircled in ink- into his fingers casually.

"Some…Sealing techniques."

(-)

"Damn, that sh#t was complex." Naruto mumbled, quite dumbly, as he lonelily ambled through Konoha's lanes with minuscule hastiness. "Seriously."

Sasuke, after almost getting sucked into his own Fire-Ball, decided to frolic around with Shikamaru, Shino, and Kiba, the Uchiha's group was expanding.

Naruto hummed something indistinguishable beneath his serene breath, unworried by the Earth surrounding his shape. "Where is Shisui, need to speak with him about something."

"Hm?" Shisui blurred in front of Naruto, lifting his eye-brows curiously. "You wanna speak, with this legend?" He cheekily stared into the distance.

Bemusedly, Naruto blinked fleetingly. He shook his head momentarily. "Nope, not at all." He glided by Shisui and looked up: skywards.

"Then, what's this something?" Shisui's eyes snapped towards Naruto, peering at the Uzumaki with curiousness. "You can inform me!"

"A battle."

(-)

Sasuke flipped onto Itachi's back, planting a chakra-infused hand onto it hastily, he punched the taller-Uchiha strongly, leaping away from him after.

Itachi –He was limiting himself considerably- stared keenly, he connected his fingers, allowing them to slide into obscurity briefly. "Fire-Style: Fire Bullets."

A low-in-strength technique; countless missiles of fire blasted towards Sasuke hurriedly, as he crouched, observing them fly above his skull expeditiously.

Sasuke stood up until he pumped chakra into his legs, stooping his knees, the Uchiha rushed forward towards Itachi. And, then, a Kunai was slightly pressed onto his neck.

"Damn, I keep losing!" Sasuke moped complainingly, slouching as Itachi aimed the Kunai into his pouch. "You're too good!"

Itachi's lips curled up amusedly, he patted Sasuke's head briefly before looking at the training-area blankly. "Keep extending your skills, okay?"

"Sure." Sasuke grinned boisterously, noticing Itachi's shape blur out of existence imperceptibly. "I need to learn this…" He murmured childishly.

He hung his own pouch around his hips, sprinting towards the Uchiha-Compound. Sasuke momentarily rushed near another training-place, and heard a clang.

He rolled and entered some bushes, sticking his eyes out and discerning the individuals battling: Naruto and Shisui were, quite unanticipatedly.

He watched, as Naruto banged two Kunais onto the other's edge. The Uzumaki immediately leaped onto Shisui's extended hand, scraping it calculatingly.

Using Kunai-wires, he connected them around Shisui's shoulders, until he was forced onto the grass, rolling to dodge a powerful-knee.

Shisui's grin was infectious, as Naruto's mouth coiled upwards, the Uchiha slashed at the wire with a Shuriken, slamming his hand into Naruto's head skilfully.

The Uzumaki stumbled back, before crashing onto the surface roughly with a thump of quietness. "Ouch." He aridly whispered.

"Sorry. Sorry." Shisui brought the fallen-child up, helping him stand properly. "Pretty good strategy. Work on your speed, hm?"

Naruto nodded in agreeance, placing the advice into his inward-box for later. "Speed, gotcha." He murmured thoughtfully.

Shisui's natural, excited smile stayed. Then, unannounced, he obscured, disappearing into the distance. Naruto shrugged, unbothered.

Sasuke ambled out of the bushes, whistling, indisputably impressed. "You're ass keeps getting beaten, huh?" He good-naturedly mocked.

"Yep." Naruto bluntly concurred, looking unaffected by Sasuke's blatant taunts. The Uzumaki massaged his neck slowly. "I'm gonna get some peace, see ya later."

"Sure." Sasuke furled his knees, uncoiling them hurriedly, as he flew into the air conspicuously. "Until tomorrow or something!"

(-)

Orochimaru walked into the lower-staircase of the Hokage's office, where Anbu was mainly assigned missions. Alone, he silently walked through a door, shutting it quietly.

His yellow-ish irises shimmered with interestedness, until he identified another presence effortlessly. Kakuzu wickedly bared his teeth.

"Lord Hokage." He rumbled laughingly, watching Orochimaru slide into his own chair casually. "I never guessed you would accept the title."

Orochimaru grinned creepily; his pupils humming with gleefulness. "Oh, the Earth works differently for all Shinobi and people, of course."

Kakuzu bowed his head briefly in concurrence and chortled loudly before stopping. "That's accurate." He shortly assessed.

The Sannin tilted his skull, with his tongue wrapping around his lips naturally. "I hear you're in this organization…No name, annoyingly."

(-)

Kurama clenched his teeth onto each-other drowsily. He watched as Naruto was unable to control the chakra, again. The Uzumaki slumped in irritation.

"Kurama, can you help me out with this?" Naruto clasped his hands, picturing his blue inner-energy: still, it felt similar to a monstrosity of uncontrollability. "It's making me go mad…"

"Nope." The chakra-creation smirked barbarically, swaying a tail slowly. "I can only send my chakra into you. You need to learn to control your own."

"That's the issue. I can't at all." Naruto complained sardonically, embracing the crimson-cushion, beaten. "I guess I shall die, soon."

The Kitsune laughed, shaking the seal's existence: His firebrick irises scanned Naruto's chakra system briefly. "Your chakra's completely okay, you're the problem in this."

"Of course…"

(-)

Kabuto Yakushi: He was the leader of the scientific branch, assigned to this line of work by Orochimaru, personally. His team was, presently, testing this chakra-draining metal.

The material was similar to the chakra-blade, a weapon which Asuma Sarutobi used, with sizable frequency. Fortunately, he allowed them to borrow it for testing.

The chakra-blade's metal wouldn't drain the chakra, after the user completed sending the chakra into the alloy, the energy would return to the person's chakra system hastily.

While this newly-gained chakra-draining-metal would constantly leech at the person's energy, and, then, disperse the chakra after.

Kabuto smirked scientifically, circling around the desk, with a small part of the metal, while grabbing a clipboard. This study was becoming something else.

(-)

Naruto opened his eyes up slowly. He blinked understandingly, and, then, stood up, straightening his arms expeditiously.

"I'm the issue?" He scratched his neck indolently, gliding onto his bed contemplatively: This problem confused him greatly. "Which means?"

He couldn't deduce a solution to this equation. Naruto connected both hands onto his cheeks, sinking into the pillows wearily.

Naruto separated his hands from his face after. Getting up, the Uzumaki banged his fingers against the Kunai on top of his desk.

The sound of clanging metal was calming; ethereally. Naruto exhaled deeply. His sapphire irises sprinted through the outlines of his room slowly.

Naruto snapped his other hand, –the one with no Kunai in its grab- and started shutting his eyes, collapsing onto the bed, dropping his weapon too.

(-)

Dimness engulfed his eye-sights, similarly to when he was being reborn into Canon-Sasuke's body. Supposedly, this happened with his buddy.

Sasuke shuddered strongly, unable to stay still from this excruciating feeling in his mind. Belatedly, he calculated what this dimness was.

Blood-lust for some reason. This would mean, someone was exuding their presence towards him. He shakily breathed, washing the dimness away.

Coal-coloured orbs peered upwards, noticing a ripple briefly, until it all distorted. "Uchiha." It rasped courteously. "Please, wait longer."

Sasuke's head slammed into something: He heard another person, the snapping sound of foot-steps came, and then disappeared.

Kakuzu smiled interestedly, glancing contemptuously at the taller-Uchiha –Itachi- and obscured, becoming indiscernible. Then, he laughed wickedly.

(-)

Orochimaru intertwined his fingers with a clipped demeanour. He snapped his skull at the ceiling, craning his head to face Kabuto unworriedly.

"Hm?" The Sannin looked inquisitively to the child he necessarily raised, and helped grow in intelligence. "You need a Hyuga's aid?"

Kneeling politely, Kabuto nodded in affirmation. "The Byakugan can check where the material sends the chakra, this metal shall be helpful."

"Maybe."

(-)

Night-time/4 Hours after Naruto was unconscious:

Naruto's eyes winked in the same second. He massaged his dishevelled hair peacefully, humming drowsily under his breath.

"That sucked…" He whispered forlornly, annoyed at the sizably terrible nap he was granted. "And I still can't control my chakra too."

The Uzumaki sprang to his feet acrobatically, and looked towards the window confusedly, the skies keenly expressed forebodingness.

Disregarding the feeling promptly, Naruto ambled into a chair, eyeing a book on top of his desk. –History of the Shinobi world-

This world was dissimilar to the Canon-Naruto Earth. Orochimaru as Hokage, Kurama wasn't sealed into him, and picked him to be his container.

"What happened to Minato then?" When he went to Orochimaru, the Sannin gave him a glare of incuriosity: as if annoyed. "Okay, let's check the book."

He opened up a page, watching it flutter onto, well, page 1. Then, Naruto's sapphire scrutinized the information considerably. "The Sage-Of-The-Six Paths. A monstrosity."

Lifting his eye-brows with minuscule shock, Naruto's pupils rushed along the words hastily. "His two children. Indra Otsutsuki and Ashura Otsutsuki were much kinder."

"Indra too?" Indra, in Canon-Naruto, wanted to kill Ashura, and this led for them to reincarnate into others after. "Who are incarnates in this era?"

He and Sasuke were definitely not the 2 Otsutsuki's, which could mean, in this time-line, the two of them got along, or never gained hostility to the other.

"The Sage's children were still, despite being compassionate, unsparing towards others who dared damage the fragility of the world."

"While they were brothers, the 2 never always understood each-other. The Sage, or monstrosity, seldom spoke to them, and stayed concealed."

"Chapter. 2. Konoha's creation."

"That's all. Seriously?!"

Naruto's hands grabbed the book deeply, crumpling the pages slightly. He wanted to learn of what happened to Hagoromo. Hamura. Ashura. And Indra too.

His mind growled with frustration. This world, it was barbaric, cruel: He watched it casually; as anyone would with a franchise, watch it for fun.

Naruto sighed calmingly, his features settled composedly. He stood from his chair, placing fabric gauntlets onto his hands. And, then, placing some shoes on after.

The frostiness of the night was comforting for him, as Naruto latched onto the window sill, keeping it open slightly. He bounced skywards, flourishing into the air.

His sapphire scintillated beneath the dents of the skies, and Naruto grabbed onto a railing. Then, back-flipped onto a roof-top.

His foot formed a clicking noise, once he staggered onto the structure. The Uzumaki whirled into the winds, approaching the Hokage's Stone Face monuments hastily.

Naruto accessed Canon-Naruto's blanket of assurance, and felt no fear when he leaped. The Uzumaki grinned diminutively.

He basked in the breezes flying into him peacefully: as if nothing could trouble him in any fashion, and Naruto exhaled quietly, steadying onto Minato's head slowly.

"Sorry."

Glancing at the stone-face, the Uzumaki glided into the air, unbothered the iciness in the atmosphere. He bowed his head, entering his window skilfully.

The real Naruto Uzumaki, while a fictional character; he was still someone who earned a legacy. And he planned to keep Naruto's legacy around.

He wouldn't console his enemies. He wouldn't help them, unless they desired aid. Naruto would hear them, and, then, decide after.

(-)

Sasuke shuddered fleetingly, surging from the top of his back, and faced to the front of the room, a hospital room specifically.

He immediately lifted his eye-brows curiously, unable to recall of what happened. The Uchiha twisted his waist and discerned Itachi, whose eyes observed him calmly.

"Big bro." Sasuke bared his teeth cheekily, similar to a grin of childishness. "What the heck happened?" He slanted his head, glancing around boredly.

"You were forced to become unconscious." Itachi blankly explained, leaping from his chair expeditiously. "I shall inform a doctor."

"Thanks!" Sasuke boisterously called, slumping into his pillows, twisting to the side slightly. "Guess I won't be allowed to sleep, huh?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Sasuke slid upwards slowly, blinking to become accustomed to the lamps surrounding his eyes. He, then, noticed Kabuto, who stood nearby.

"Another change." Sasuke inwardly grinned, praising his astute discernments ebulliently. "This sucks, anything wrong with me now?"

The Yakushi smiled politely. And shook his head comfortingly. "Fortunately, no. You were simply shocked by a powerful presence."

"Powerful presence?" Sasuke confusedly echoed, altering his boisterous expression into curiosity. "Can I use that too, then?"

"With time." Kabuto confirmed kindly, disconnecting the bandage from Sasuke's head carefully. "Lord Orochimaru wanted me to check on you, personally."

"Nice." Sasuke simply nodded, unbothered by the Sannin's attention. "Can I be dismissed from the hospital, please? This is boring."

"Of course." Kabuto patiently accepted, slipping a brush into his pouch. "After a few hours. The Hokage wanted you to be examined properly."

"A few hours? Not nice." Sasuke mumbled indignantly, slouching onto the bed restlessly, flailing his arms into a comfortable position. "Not nice at all."

(-)

Naruto leisurely hurled a shuriken at the numerous targets, pinned to his cabinet's door. He crouched slightly, sending another one towards the ceiling.

Sturdily, the Uzumaki heard the hiss of the weapon, connecting itself above Naruto slowly. Sighing aridly, he dropped his shoulders, plummeting into his sofa.

The night-sky whistled amicably, as the wind, from his unlatched window, clambered into his room, easily dispelling the welcoming warmth.

Clicking his teeth softly, Naruto unsteadily stood up, wobbling onto his bed carefully. A minuscule echo growled into his hearing.

"Watch yourself, container…"

(-)

Morning:

Naruto bounced out of his bed, acclimating to his newly grabbed drowsiness. He craned his skull softly, rubbing his aching ears.

He glided into the bathroom, briefly noticing his sapphire irises. Unworriedly, the Uzumaki painted his face into a minuscule-in-amounts amicableness.

Then, he unlatched his door, sprinting through the corridor, until approaching the stair-case. Naruto stooped his knees, rocketing skywards.

When he was mid-air, Naruto uncoiled his legs, situating himself onto a fence unwarily. He glanced back, discerning Sasuke nearing his immediate place.

Naruto lifted his eye-brows interestedly, noticing the newly-applied bandages around Sasuke's head. Shrugging, he and Naruto rolled onto the classroom's desks, through a window.

Sasuke slammed into Shikamaru's face, hurdling him to the back of the classroom, colliding into unused seats. While Naruto swimmingly bounced onto his chair.

Groaningly, Shikamaru murmured indistinguishably beneath his deeply annoyed breath, straightening his form up, massaging his arms.

Until, he identified Sasuke's presence, the Nara instantly slipped through the window, crashing into the grass. Sasuke grinned amusedly, suppressing his loud, humoured laughter.

Naruto banged a pencil onto the desk's edge, placing a bored-hand below his chin, scratching it softly. "When's Iruka-Sensei coming?"

Hearing his enquiry, in the form of a murmur. The Inuzuka lifted his shoulders, sneakily stealing a chip from a certain Akimichi slowly. "Not sure."

"Am I seriously gonna need to skip again?" Naruto lowered his head, specifically, into his arms. Then, he exhaled for numerous seconds. "This, as I always express, sucks."

"I wouldn't be too certain." Iruka echoed, conspicuously entertained. He ambled to the front keenly, staring around the class. "We shall be starting technique learning."

"F#cking, finally!" Sasuke bellowed indignantly, outstretching his hands upwards, craning his face towards the ceiling. "I'm cheating on this!"

"Sasuke, return to the chair."

"Nope!"

"Sasuke…"

"WHY ARE YOU MAKING FIRE?!"

"SASUKE, LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS!"

(-)

After that occurrence, Iruka sighed exasperatedly, connecting his fingers before letting his chakra pump. "Transformation." His form altered into Orochimaru's hurriedly.

Sasuke, who was dangling from a desk, stuck onto it with tape, complainingly whispered. "Help me outta this. Please…?"

Naruto's nose choked amusedly, he sat at the back, on the separate desk near the taped up Sasuke's, shaking his head, the Uzumaki grinned wickedly. "Still, that was sick."

"It sure was." Sasuke snapped his head towards Iruka, forming his 1-Tomoe Sharingan briefly, embedding the Hand-Signs for the Transformation sneakily. "Heh, it sure was."

"Only Fire-Ball, then?"

"Unfortunately, only Fire-Ball for this kid." Sasuke rubbed his cheek: as if he was inconsolable for good. "Itachi won't allow me to learn any-more."

Naruto's lips glided upwards with considerable mirth, placing his fingers near each-other, before becoming a distorted Orochimaru fleetingly. "The f#ck?!"

Snapping into his original shape, Naruto's sapphire eyed his arms, legs, stomach confusedly. "I transformed into a monstrosity…"

"Please." Sasuke wobbled inside the tape briefly, still unable to escape. "Your appearance shall always match a monstrosity."

"Shut up." Naruto placed a leg onto the desk, making the table shake slightly. "Unless you wanna collapse or something?"

"You would never."

"Would I?"

"IRUKA-SENSEI! HELP!"

"WHAT NOW?!"

(-)

Naruto kicked a stone sitting in his path, hands in pockets, the Uzumaki slid through Konoha after a particularly interesting session at the academy.

Sighing deeply, Naruto ambled by a training-area, noticing Sasuke, Lee, and Gai all participating in a hands-stand competition.

Then, Sasuke's pupils peeked up, discerning him belatedly. Immediately after, Naruto crouched behind a fence, too exhausted to deal with anything.

"Naruto, my youthful buddy!"

"Oh, f#ck you too." Naruto internally snapped his teeth, standing upwards completely. "And, Sasuke, my unyouthful buddy."

"No need for such pessimism, my small comrade!" Gai cheerfully echoed, wrapping his hands around Naruto's neck boisterously. "I am the Noble-Blue-Beast of the Leaf!"

Naruto shuddered slightly, as Gai hurled him towards the training-area, almost slamming him into a tree-bark. Whirling around, Naruto grabbed a branch carefully.

"What skill!" Lee bellowed exuberantly, sending his arms skywards: as if needing to haul something. "Unfortunately, Sasuke is the one I shall surpass!"

"Uh…" Naruto glanced with irritation towards Sasuke, who blasted him a childish thumbs-up slowly. "Well, make sure to surpass him quickly…?"

Naruto disconnected his hand from the branch, peering into the distance momentarily. "It was nice meeting you, kind entities. Still, I shall make the adventure to my complex."

Naruto stooped his legs strongly until blurring into the winds, his expression was of unadulterated confusion. Sasuke grinned ebulliently, pumping a hand skywards.

"See ya later!"

"F#ck you, too!"

(-)

Naruto stumbled onto a roof-stop carelessly, exhaling with extreme relief before looking at where he was situated: The window to the Hokage's office.

"Seriously…" Naruto complained intelligently, hanging his head upwards with extended frustration. "Okay, I'm getting-…"

"Ah, Naruto. What brings you to my office?"

"Lord Orochimaru." Naruto's lips thinned considerably. Exhausted of dealing with all that was happening. "No…" He mumbled with clicked teeth. "Stamp the papers well."

Naruto crouched diminutively, bouncing into the air expeditiously, a look of unscathed boredom placed onto his features.

"He's quite interesting, hm?" Orochimaru chortled roughly, stamping another one of his sheets. "And his chakra is large, too."

Kabuto nodded unmindfully, spinning a brush in his hands. "Of course. The academy reports show the boy is a problem-maker."

"Sasuke is worse." Orochimaru's eyes brimmed with amusement hollowly. Then, he looked at the door. "Welcome. Itachi."

Itachi's crimson scattered into coal, as the Uchiha kneeled preparedly at the leader, who bared his teeth scientifically. "Are you sure you want this?"

(-)

Naruto hopped in front of the apartment complex's door. Opening it slowly, he sauntered inwards, latching it after. The Uzumaki sighed at the silence, walking towards his sofa.

The corridor hummed emptily, as a feeling of newly-formed iciness clicked into the air, Naruto shuddered, deciding to enter his mattress instead.

It was moments similar to this minute, where he wanted to check out the Canon-Naruto-Earth. Sure, it was sizably baleful, but still.

Naruto gritted his teeth, almost automatically, and stared boredly at the ceiling. He yawned fleetingly, shutting his eyes. Fire-brick irises glimmered after.

(-)

Naruto looked curiously at the Kitsune, who leisurely slammed his tails around the air. "Any problems?" He slanted his head slowly.

Shaking his head, Kurama shrugged, creating a whirlwind, which was immediately dispersed by a block of crimson chakra powerfully.

"Still annoyed by your lack of chakra control?"

"Of course."

"Well, it was my fault this happened."

"Seriously?!"

(-)

Naruto stayed inside his bed, sinking into his pillow stubbornly. He exhaled with impatience, shuddering into his bed.

"I wasn't the problem after all." Naruto mumbled in unconcealed frustration, shutting his eyes sardonically. "This sucks."

(-)

Then, Naruto hurried.

(-)

Sadness.


A/N: Bye.