CHAPTER THREE…
Monsters Outside of the Closet
(Isolation: The state of being Isolated, far from other people, buildings, etc.)
CONTENT WARNING FOR VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN, BY CHILDREN. AND GORE. HELLA GORE.
October 6th...
Needless to say, things had changed drastically since that first day of school.
Months had passed, mostly spent in isolation from their peers, but that was fine.
Until now.
Before, they'd been spending their time as usual. Naruto was researching, Namiko was sewing her dresses and practicing her acting in the mirror. They'd been up to nothing of note, which changed today.
What had caused this change? It was simple.
A random, nameless girl had decided to pick on Naruto. And Namiko would be having none of it.
"Sister, what are you planning to do?" Asked Naruto from his place in the kitchenette's doorway.
Namiko shoveled through the many things under their sink cupboard, withdrawing a large jug of bleach.
"Get my nail-polish remover. I need acetone." She said, and Naruto blinked in surprise. It was something he rarely did, though he did blink more than his sister.
"Are you doing.. What I think you are?" He asked, trailing off slowly. They were speaking now, because ever since Namiko had gotten home and seen the bruise on his eye, she'd had to sever their connection. The beast in his head was strangely subdued, but the same couldn't be said for Namiko's.
He could only imagine how hellish the screeching in her skull must be. Judging by the pallor of her skin and the pin-prick pupils that flickered around her wide, bloodshot eyes.
Despite her expression, she looked more focused than he'd seen her in ages. Even when she was crafting the most illustrious of gowns, never did Namiko look so hyper-fixated.
He knew what she was doing, too, because he'd been the one two tell her about it. She was crafting a homemade anesthetic. It was dangerous, he knew it, it was in the books he read. He wondered why he ever told Namiko in the first place.
Of course, he knew why. He could never deny Namiko something. His sister's puppy eyes were to be feared.
"Brother, please, get the acetone." She said, much more sternly this time. There was no room for argument. He went to get the acetone, and by the time he'd returned, the kitchen was looking something like a mini alchemy station.
There were rags sitting there, and vinegar and bleach and glass jars, spread out across the countertops. Small measuring cups and funnels had somehow appeared, and Naruto didn't even know they'd owned such things.
"This seems like an area much more your expertise, Brother, but I doubt you'll approve of what I'm doing." Remarked the girl, unscrewing the cap on the bottle of bleach.
She poured it into the measuring cup, slow enough for the smell to fill the room. It made Naruto's nostrils burn, he thought sourly as his nose twitched.
"You're going to hurt yourself, Namiko, allow me." He said, before the girl could begin mixing chemicals. He really didn't want her to accidentally knock herself out in the process of making it.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, assessing him. "I insist." He implored, scanning her shoddy work station again. She needs gloves- and a mask, to boot. Oh, and something for stirring, preferably made of glass. He sighed, again.
"Fine.. I suppose I'd have to involve you at one point or another. Please, take it away. I'll… Ready the other things." The girl said, fully prepared to walk out of the room and carry out who knows what. It was easy to forget, looking at her, that they were mere academy students.
"May I ask you what exactly this chloroform is for? Do I even want to know?" He asked, already knowing the answer. What was coming was certain to be troublesome, that he knew without a doubt.
"Revenge, Brother!" Chirped the blonde girl, who turned her head to give him a twisted smile. To anyone else, it would've been unsettling. Her eyes didn't so much as crinkle with her grin, remaining wide and impassive as she bared her teeth to him.
He smiled back. It was comforting to have a murderous sister by your side.
Her steps retreated into their shared bedroom, and he lifted one of the rags to his face, tying it around his mouth and nose. He had no gloves, or goggles, but he would be fine.
With one hand, he slowly spilled the bleach into the glass jar, careful not to lose a drop.
Stopping only to grab a few ice cubes from he and his sister's freezer, he dropped in one. He unscrewed the acetone, measuring it, and taking in a deep breath. The ice cubes in his bare hand stung at his skin, making his pallid skin turn red.
With no further hesitation, he added the small amount of acetone to the bleach. Immediately adding the other ice-cubes to contain the change in temperature, which was bound to occur when mixing acetone and bleach.
Now, he had to wait for the chloroform to form.
From their room, Namiko called his name, impeccable timing on her part.
He opened the window that sat over the kitchen sink with a bit of a struggle. The window panes were old and the wood was chipping, it was always a hassle to open them. Propping it open with a nearby book, he sat the glass jar in the space between the glass and the window screen, he left it.
"Coming, Nami!" He said, giving the glass one last look, before turning away.
When he came into the room, he was surprised to see his sister was working hard on knitting what appeared to be a hat, of sorts... At the sight of him, she dropped her knitting needles and grabbed at the journal next to her.
"About time! This is the fun part! The girl- tell me about her." She said, scooting over to make room for him on the mattress. He squeezed in with her, looking at the journal.
"You people-watch all the time, so you probably know her, right? Who is the girl who hit you?" Namiko asked, procuring a pen to write in her notebook with.
Naruto thought for a moment before he spoke, scanning his brain for all the information he could. "Her name is Ume, she has two brown pigtails, a bun between them, they're quite large. She wears a blue-collared olive green dress, long sleeves that cuff into a blue-green color." He explained, and Namiko's eyes lit up in recognition. She raised her index to tap her chin, almost mechanically, which made Naruto think her acting needed more work.
"She's one of Uchiha-kun's fangirls, isn't she?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with something Naruto didn't recognize.
"Yes. She is often pursuing him, alongside the other girls. She's a year older than us, and yet, she is still obsessed with a boy who doesn't look her way. Sad." He said, and Namiko couldn't retain her snort, because was rarely ever so snide.
She liked this new petty aspect of him, she thought with an approving nod of her head.
"A year older than us, yet, still in our class, sad." She replied with a light tone, and began writing her note already.
Naruto watched with confusion as she scrawled whatever it was she was crafting, his usually solemn eyes widening progressively as it dawned on him.
She was fabricating a note from Sasuke.
"Dear Ume~chan,
I've noticed your beautiful eyes staring at me all the time. I cannot speak to you for the sake of my image… But if you are truly in love with me, you'll meet with me this Saturday, under the moonlight near the woods by the Aviary tower. We can watch the hawks fly overhead as we make out. Be there just shy of midnight, or else, I'll assume you really aren't my biggest fan. Don't break my heart, Ume.
With love,
Yours eternally,
For now and Forever,
~Sasuke Uchiha."
Naruto's eyebrows drew together in a pained expression at the cheesy letter. His sister snickered behind her hand. It wasn't just Namiko's writing that made him cringe, it was the idea that Ume would probably fall for something so stupid.
"Don't you think that letter is a bit.. Suspicious?" Drawled Naruto, lolling his head to side just slightly.
Namiko puffed her cheek, "You're suspicious!" She retorted childishly, making him quirk a brow.
She scrunched her face at his silent teasing, before sticking her nose up. "You'll be the one sneaking it into her desk now. Thank yourself." She said, checking her nails primly.
He sighed, eyes falling half lidded once again. How bothersome.
.If they hadn't been planning a murder, it would've been cute, normal, the way they interacted together.
October 7th...
The twins set out early that morning, heading to school while there was still a slight mist to the air. They even took a shortcut, walking through overgrown grass, dusted with morning dew.
The sky was still stained with yellow from the rising sun, tainting the puffy clouds that passed overhead, even as they arrived at the academy.
As intended, they were the first ones in the classroom, besides Iruka. And well, Namiko had that covered.
"Iruka-sensei, Iruka-sensei!" She ran into the classroom, just as planned, looking more worn than she ever would've normally been.
"Namiko, is there a problem? Iruka asked, already mildly alarmed at the state she was in. And, the lack of her other half, who was always trailing just a few feet behind her, if they weren't holding hands.
He buried his despise for the children, his fears, instead rising to his duty as a teacher. "There's a rabid dog running loose around the village! It chased me and Naruto all the way here, I think it's still outside!" Namiko squeaked, sounding genuinely frightened.
Iruka was hesitant, because well, he wasn't all that concerned for the twins themselves, but if there was a rabid dog outside the academy… That was a problem, because it could harm the other students.
"Namiko, where is your brother?" Asked Iruka, rising from his seat to go check for the dog.
"Don't worry, he's just in the bathroom cleaning up!" She said, hiding how irritated she was by the fact he addressed her by first name, only. Internally, she decided that one day, she'd be addressed exclusively as Namiko-hime.
He nodded, straightening his papers before speaking again, "Alright, lead me to where you last saw the dog, I'll chase it off, or call in an Inuzuka to deal with it." He said, and Namiko happily obliged.
Iruka gave her a wary glance, but quickly disregarded his paranoia. She.. She was just a child, no matter how deeply unsettling she was. There was no point to her lying about such a thing, really, none that he could think of. And she certainly wasn't a prankster, so there was nothing to be paranoid over, he assured himself.
Besides, would the prim and proper Namiko dirty herself for some stupid prank? He almost snorted at the thought. The girl didn't even go in the schoolyard with her hair down out of fear of getting dirt in it. It was fine.
Naruto heard their footsteps grow further down the hall, and slipped out of the bathroom wordlessly, wasting no time at all in entering the nearby classroom.
A faint thrum of pain behind his eyes was easily ignored, despite his distance from Namiko, the pain brought by It was usually worse than this.
He was as quiet as possible the entire time, trying his best to listen to the noises of the halls in the case of anyone else arriving.
Upon scurrying into the classroom, he felt more like an ANBU on a mission than a schoolboy sneaking a fake love-letter into a girls desk. Nevermind the fact that this love-letter was the key to a first-degree murder plot.
His heart thumped in a quick rhythm within his chest, blood rushing to his ears as anxiety pricked at his skin.
The thrum in his head wasn't helping with his anxiety, but considering It's silence, maybe It knew what they were doing. Or maybe It was getting used to the distance, Naruto didn't know.
He searched through the desks in the row he knew Ume always sat in, looking for papers that would indicate which was hers. One desk down, and as he shuffled through another, he lifted the paper to see who's name was on it.
The first belonged to someone named Kasumi, and to his disappointment, the second desk belonged to someone named Fuki. As he desperately searched the third, he found this one belonged to someone named Ami.
With every desk, every name that wasn't Ume, his heart seemed to beat faster. His head ached, making his eyes squint from the sudden pains which seemed to grow worse by the second.
Finally, on the fourth desk, he found her name. Ume Tanaka. He released a shuddered breath, one he didn't know he was holding, and slipped the note inside.
Just in time, too, as he heard Iruka and Namiko chatting about the missing dog, he hurried to his desk to look as inconspicuous as possible when they arrived.
"The dog must've ran away once you came inside the building." Iruka said, his voice carrying through the empty halls the closer they came.
"Yeah!" Namiko agreed easily, stepping into the classroom.
Her expression was forced, but her smile met her eyes, though her posture was stiff and her head cocked exactly five degrees to the right. Naruto doubted that Iruka had ever noticed, though, because he never even looked him or his sister in the face.
She gave him a sweet little wave, immediately leaving Iruka's side to join him in their designated seats. Naruto thought that Iruka looked a little too happy to be rid of her.
From then on, the classroom was quiet as it slowly filled up. First was Shino, the Auburame boy. Following minutes after him, was the Uchiha boy and the Hyuuga heiress.
Namiko happily doodled on her homework, waiting for class to start. The bounce of her leg and the sound of her pleased humming was only a minor distraction for Naruto, as he watched eagerly for Ume to arrive.
He was interested in how this plan would play out. Would that girl fall for it? She certainly didn't strike him as intelligent. The bruise on his face had faded entirely, but even so, the bitterness that came with it hadn't.
Ume didn't arrive until five minutes before the bell.
She sat in desk just like every other, straightening her dress, before stealing her first glance at Sasuke.
Turning his head, Naruto intended to inform his sister of her arrival. Instead, he looked over, only for his eyes to meet the face of his sister's malicious grin.
She looked more like a shark that smelled blood in the water, than an eight year old girl.
Naruto had to fight the urge to stare at Ume the entire day, even as they took quizzes and did their daily laps around the school's track.
Finally, though, as school was being dismissed, Ume reached into her desk for the last time. Her brows furrowed suddenly, and Naruto knew then she'd finally noticed the note.
He nudged his sister lightly. Namiko's eyes zeroed in on the girl in an instant, whereas Naruto watched from his peripherals.
She lifted the note, reading it once, shook her head, then read it again. And promptly squealed like a wild pig.
The brunette civilian girl hugged the note to her chest, her face flushed bright red, stealing yearning glances at the dark-haired Uchiha.
It was a very convenient coincidence that Sasuke met her eyes.
The girl stuffed the note into her pocket, folded nice and delicately, and gave a determined nod.
"Hook, line… And sinker!" Namiko whispered joyously, taking her brother's hand to head towards the exit. "Or maybe, I should say… Sink her." She added, and with a pained expression, Naruto forced himself to ignore that horrendous pun. It was almost worse than the crime they were planning.
"Now we wait, I suppose." He said, sounding vaguely morose, for reasons Namiko didn't understand. He stood from his desk, wasting no time to be dragged out of the classroom.
"Don't sound so glum!" She reprimanded, lightly punching her brother in the upper arm.
He rolled his eyes. Anyone would be depressed after that awful pun.
That night, and the day after, the twins were riddled with First-Murder-Jitters. They went to the stores, buying gloves and a shovel. Garden shovels, specifically, because Naruto said those would be less conspicuous. ( Didn't matter to his sister, she would not be digging, thank you very much. ) Namiko shook with uncontrollable emotions, so much so that it made it difficult for her to finish knitting their matching black balaclavas.
But tonight was the night.
Naruto wettened a rag with their homemade chloroform, the yellow gardening gloves on his hands starkly contrasting with the rest of his dark outfit. He tucked the rag into a glass jar, sealing it all away in his puch. Namiko looked at her reflection in the kunai she'd just sharpened, giving herself a cute wink.
"Ready?" She asked him quietly, thumbing the edge blade. She ignored the way blood traveled down from the accidental wound.
"Yes." He replied firmly, his heart thumping erratically in his rib-cage. The pouch on his hip felt heavy from the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, the garden shovel, and the few other things he'd packed. His sister tucked the kunai into her pant's pocket. It was odd to see Namiko outside of her typical gowns or dresses.
They snuck out of the apartment window, the dark night providing decent cover as they travelled to their destination. They'd chosen the woods by the aviary tower for one very specific reason, there were no guards outside the building. A tower full of chuunin wasn't in need of guards, even if they were all desk-nin. Further, there was no lighting along the ground, or much travel throughout the area.
Yet, it was easy enough for an academy student to find.
The twins arrived before Ume, remaining hidden in the bush behind the tower. In front of them, a lone bench.
His sister edged towards the end of the brush covering them, her violet eyes peeking out to watch for their soon-to-be-victim.
"S-Sasuke? Are you here yet? I snuck out just to meet you.." She called, her soft voice sounding more confused than Naruto liked.
He swallowed quietly, looking at his sister. Grimly, he realized that if she even just screamed, they'd be done for.
She was still, even as Ume came to sit on the bench a few feet ahead of this. Naruto's blood rushed furiously inside his veins, his head was surprisingly silent, and he felt like he could hear every breath, every cricket and every critter that roamed the dark forest.
"I guess he's not here yet.. I'll just sit and wait." Decided Ume, dusting off the wooden bench with one hand.
Namiko's muscles tightened with tension, but before she could move, he reestablished their link. He relayed one single thought to her, " She screams, we're dead. " and that one single thought stopped her before she could make a move.
Her flinty eyes seemed so much older as they lanced back and forth, from him to her target. " Then I can't let her get the chance."
His usually droopy, half-lidded eyes widened impossibly. " Sister, the plan-"
His brain seemed to sputter to a stop at what Namiko did.
She lifted her hand, and from it, sprung a glowing chakra chain.
It was far too fast to give Ume even a chance to notice.
The chain, which had a sharpened scorpion-tail like tip, speared straight through the nape of the young girl's neck.
It tore through like a warm knife through butter, severing her brain stem and ending her life in an instant. She slumped from the chain, the only thing holding her upright on the bench.
In the back of his mind, Naruto found her execution to be just a bit lackluster. Where was the art? The refinement?
Namiko's chain kept extending, though, pulling through the wound of the girl's throat and completely wrapping itself up her neck.
Then, Namiko jerked .
Naruto didn't know what she intended with that, but judging by the way her eyes widened, she didn't mean to nearly behead her.
Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.
The head of the girl stuck on by her spine alone, and blood was spurting and spraying and his sister's entire face was coated-
And yet, Namiko was calm.
She raised her other hand, a chain sprung forth, and it dragged Ume's limp body into the woods.
Naruto knew he needed to get on the cleanup the moment his sister had begun dragging the body away, further into the woods.
The blonde boy did so without words, he took out the hydrogen peroxide he'd packed, and poured it on the bench and ground alike. His hand touched the chloroform rag within his pouch, and was reminded of how much their plan had crumbled. They were supposed to sneak attack her, to drag away her unconscious body and deal with things in a way that would be much more quick, and clean.
His hands shook, as he took off his balaclava and wiped down the bench.
His heart seemed to beat, thrum, so much softer now. Despite all his adrenaline, despite the paranoia plaguing his mind. Blood covered the leaves of ferns and moss on the forest floor, but his peroxide was gone.
Naruto heaved a long breath, and without thought, began ripping up the bloodied flora to throw in whatever hole they'd bury the body in.
Oh fuck, the body.
He turned immediately, hands still full of bloodied greenery, and took off towards where his sister had gone. It took a little while, but after going about fifty feet north, he found her sitting by a stream.
Next to the nearly beheaded, unclothed body.
He should've expected it, because the rancid smell of iron and excrement had been what led him here.
The body was sitting in that very stream, staining the water with it's blood as Namiko muttered quietly to herself.
Somehow, the forest floor didn't seem to have a single drop of blood on it. She looked at him then, and he'd managed to forget that there was a mental-link between them, because her thought startled him.
' Held her against me until we reached the water. Get digging, this blood has dried and it feels icky.'
He couldn't find the word, the thoughts, to continue their conversation. So, wordlessly, he set off to find a good place for the hole.
He searched the forest for a long while, until eventually, he found the perfect spot. A large rock, at least three feet wide, would be perfect for concealing a hole.
And so, he fished out his shovel, and he dug. Not horizontally, mind you, but vertically. He'd seen the murder movies Namiko watched, horizontal burials were far too obvious.
Burying in general was too obvious for him, really, he'd prefer to burn away the body. Or better yet, melt it with some really strong acid. He'd seen that in Namiko's movies, too, but given his slight knowledge of chemistry, he knew it was incredibly possible.
'Everyone starts somewhere.' His sister's voice butted in, and he nearly leapt from his skin. Somehow, he'd gotten so caught up in digging this several feet deep hole, he'd forgotten about the damn telepathic link for the second time.
Worse, though, was when he looked up.
His sister stood over him, her pallid skin luminescent in the moonlight. Her violet eyes seemed to glow with an opalescent shimmer, dark shadows cast across her impassive face. Chains wrapped around her body, holding the rancid corpse tight to her chest, the nearly severed head lolled over Namiko's shoulder.
Ume's own flesh seemed to lack any color, nearly the same shade of bone-white as the spine protruding from her neck.
Naruto swallowed, before looking around the hole he'd dug with measuring eyes. His feet were firmly planted in the bottom, and yet, his head still peaked out over the ground. He looked back up at Namiko, who was giving him a very unimpressed, flat stare.
"She'll fit." Namiko said, this time aloud, and for that he was grateful. He really didn't want to get spooked by their link for the third time. That would just be humiliating.
Even so, he was happy to agree, and scampered out of the hole in no time. The moment he was out, Namiko's chains began to jingle and chatter as they unrivaled, pulling the corpse away from Namiko's own body, before unceremoniously dropping her into the hole.
Much to Naruto's dismay, Ume's corpse did not, in fact, fit.
Her head was dropped face-down, and so her legs were still protruding from the edge. Naruto sighed silently, his adrenaline was beginning to wear off and there was little energy left in him. Regardless, he was prepared to continue digging the hole, intending to widen it enough to stuff her legs in.
Namiko, however, didn't let him get the chance. She scowled, and Naruto watched with perturbation as she began stomping .
She muttered near-silent curses, repeatedly stomping the body, and for all it's inconvenience, it seemed to work. Naruto tastefully decided to look away, because he already knew that the sounds of bone's cracking and sandals against skin might just haunt him. Might.
"There." Namiko ground out, and when Naruto peeked over the hole, he could see the lifeless body had been.. Condensed, so to speak, just enough to fit.
Frankly, he wasn't sure whether to be disgusted, or impressed.
With another, begrudging sigh, Naruto gathered up the bloodied flora he'd carried over with him. He packed it in the hole, into the crevices between broken limbs and dirt, until he'd run out. "Now what?" Namiko asked, watching as he dusted off his hands.
"Take off that bloodied sandal of yours, and stuff it in your pouch. You'll track blood home if you don't." He said quietly, his voice only stifled by the sound of the nearby babbling brook, which was only joined by the sounds of croaking frog or chirping cicadas.
Wordlessly, she did so, with him removing his own gloves to stuff away. Namiko did the same, when he spoke. "I'll finish packing some of the loose dirt in, and then we're moving this rock over the hole." He added, and Namiko nodded her head passively.
They were silent as he continued, he pushed in as much of the leftover dirt as he could, but there was a small pile still leftover.
Namiko dealt with that, albeit resentfully, as she carried it over to dump in the stream. It wasn't even enough to muddy the waters, merely being carried away by the current. Just like Ume's blood had, she thought grimly.
Once she'd returned, her brother was putting all his strength into attempting to shove the rock over the hole. She pouted momentarily, she hated manual labor, but had to help nonetheless.
Together, they shoved the rock, ( More like boulder, Namiko thought.) over the hole, fully hiding the buried body.
The twins heaved in shaky breaths, both of them telepathically agreeing that they needed to work more on physical conditioning. That was a matter for later, though, because currently, they needed to be stealthy enough to sneak home unnoticed.
And so, they checked the area over again. For any blood, any evidence, any lost hair.
Once they were certain the area was clear, they left. Traveling on the edges of streets, staying out of light of hanging lanterns and the occasional streetlight, they somehow managed
Light footsteps so quiet they could hardly be heard, ducked and hid from any civilians or shinobi who'd been congregating around bars or the like. Shinobi rarely took anything except rooftops, or the bridges connecting Hashirama trees, or treetops. They didn't walk amongst the streets like every other peasant, which impressed Namiko, but only served to fuel Naruto's disdain.
Either way, they both agreed that, after watching a shinobi sprint across roofs, they needed to learn that trick. They figured it'd be next on the list, after getting home safe, but before the whole physical conditioning nonsense.
Neither of them were excited for that. At all.
They snuck up the stairs of their apartment complex completely unnoticed, and it wasn't until they made it inside that they heaved ragged breaths of relief.
They'd done it. They'd escaped the scene. But now, it was left to be seen whether or not they'd be discovered. For some reason, neither of them were very worried about getting caught.
Call it ignorance, or naivete, neither cared.
Once they'd returned to their apartment, they stripped themselves of any bloodied gloves, the sandal, their clothes, they gathered them into a pile.
With a large black bag, they shoved the evidence inside with little regard. Tying it tight and meticulously, Naruto heaved the bag over his shoulder and took it to the place every kid hides their murder evidence.
The closet, of course. Tossing it into the depths, behind rolls of fabric and racks of clothes, it was fairly concealed.
He moved two of the rolls over it, blocking it from sight, and shrugged. Hidden enough for him, until they were capable of burning it.
With that, he and his sister shared a delicious dinner of ramen, before heading to bed.
And for the first time in their lives, their heads were completely, totally, absolutely silent.
October 10th...
When the next day came, Namiko realized it was their birthday.
They spent October Tenth in complete elation. The Hokage had bought them both lovely gifts, some of which from a godfather neither had heard of.
Oh, and after that? They'd had a small birthday party at a local ramen shop, just the twins and the Hokage.
It was at that exact time when the parents of Ume Tanaka filed a report. They'd said she'd ranaway that morning, because they'd tucked her in last night, and she'd been sound asleep. Unknowingly, they'd provided their child's killers with the perfect alibi.
On their way out of the ramen shop, Namiko spotted a Missing Child poster on a light-pole, and her fast lit up like nothing Naruto had ever seen. He was rather smug himself, but Namiko's elation made his feelings seem pale in comparison. She practically sang the entire way home.
And the Hokage? Well, he'd thought that the twins were just really happy to have had their first real birthday celebration.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Welp, there it is! Chapter three, where we finally get to see the Murder Twins do some murderin'. If this upsets you in ANY way, you might want to put this story down and never look back. Graphic violence will continue on.
With this chapter, I tried to combine both humor and horror, while also highlighting the differences between Naruto and Namiko. I am sorry that the end is more of a summary, I'm trying to keep this story more on the concise side of things.
If you enjoyed this chapter, have any suggestions, or anything else, let me know! This story has very few readers, but I pour my soul into every chapter all the same.
I actually do have a question for readers, though: Do you think Namiko and/or Naruto will get away with what they've done? Please let me know your thoughts! I've already planned it, but I'd like to hear nonetheless.