Naruto's eye twitched as a sweat beaded down from his forehead, stress taking it's toll as he chewed on his lip idly. He was sitting on one side of their rather nice table in a comfortable couch, Shizuka was sitting next to calmly drinking a small cup of freshly brewed tea. A set of her pink hair puff things (When he was younger he often swore they were alive! (Even now they still creeped him out!)) standing out in her short brown hair, green eyes closed as she sipped from her cup of rather flowery smelling tea.

His Gramps was sitting on the other side of the table mirroring Shizuka as he took a gulp of his tea. His brown hair salted with bits of gray as his aged black eyes smiled at him from across the table. Ichirou was wearing a was wearing a pair of gray slacks along with a light blue button up shirt, a pair of brown dress shoes completing the look. Looking at him you would never have guessed his was well into his sixties and ready to turn seventy in a few years time.

It was no wonder why girls both young and old swarmed the man, as he gave the younger blond a look that told him he knew exactly what he was thinking. Now that the blond thought about it his Ichirou did that quite a lot. It was like he could read people's minds or something.

It didn't matter any way, the blue eyed boy sighed in his mind, as he gave the old man a glare that said 'I don't care if you know what I'm doing you lazy old man!' quite clearly as the slightly grayed Kusanagi chuckled softly into his hand grasping the message behind the look easily. Shizuka gave a half hearted sigh as she ignored the duo, having long ago stopped trying to figure out how they talked without opening their mouths.

As much as she and her older brother had spent with the older Kusanagi- which was actually a great deal more than the blond- they would never be as close as Naruto was to Ichirou. She blew a tuft of hair out of her eyes as she grumbled to herself. But even she could feel how tense the atmosphere was. Despite how calm both Naruto and the Kusanagi elder were acting they were both tenser than she had ever seen.

The reason for this was quite simple.

The fourth member of the table, who was quietly avoiding the gazes of everyone else in the room. His solid black eyes running across the room anxiously as if looking for an exit. Somewhat messy black hair flailing about wildly over his head, he tried to ignore his current company. One of his fingers tapping anxiously as he looked like he was on the verge of crying in frustration.

Not that Naruto was any better, as sweat dripped down his forehead, doing his best not to glance in Godous's direction. Something made substantially harder by the fact they were sitting across from each other, only the small glass coffee table separating them. No one in the foursome missed the atmosphere, not even Godou and with how dense he was at times, only proved just how tense the situation really was.

A glass clinked on a fine china plate as Shizuka set her half empty cup on the tale nervously smoothing out her skirt before she stood up. "You'll have to excuse me I have to do my share of the chores." the brunette announced before she marched her way to the door sliding the door open. "Oh and it's nice seeing you again Naruto." as she walked through the door sliding it shut behind her. A few minutes later Ichirou excused himself from the table, a twinkle in his eyes as he shut the door behind him. Leaving the two boys alone both uncomfortable as they simultaneously fought the urge to squirm, as the sense of solitude closed in.

The blond didn't know what he was expecting when Godou gave a deep sigh, but he definitely wasn't expecting what happened next.

"I'm sorry Naruto." Cobalt eyes blinked blankly similar to that of a computer having trouble processing something. Before the blond could really formulate a response the words spilled out of his mouth. "What?" It wasn't a mocking question or even a thought out response, it was in all simplicity the first thing that popped into the blondes mind.

"I'm sorry." Godou restated sadly "I-I shouldn't have said, what I did that night, I shouldn't have broken your nose, I shouldn't have blam-" Stumbling over his words Godou licked his lips."I shouldn't have blamed you for Aunt Chiyo's death."Silence pervaded the room as thoughts raced through Naruto's mind like a fleet of runaway ships.

But one of those thoughts made it's way through his lips, as he spoke. "I-I forgave you a long time ago, a very long time ago, I was just waiting for you to share the sentiment." the Quiet stuck the room like a bad smell, just as it had previously, both boys giving the other incredulous stares. Neither knew how long it was before they began to chuckle softly.

But soon that soft chuckle turned into a quiet laugh, before it was loud manic cackling as they both realized what idiots they had been. It was that night they both knew everything between them was going to be just fine. The next two weeks of winter vacation were spent with family get togethers and friendly games of baseball, as they enjoyed their time together. Each of them agreed that the break had been much too short, as soon they were sending Naruto off on his way back to school, eventually at least. As he had to do some sort of errand for Ichirou delivering an old artifact to a shrine that had requested it.

It wasn't like delivering an old spear to some shrine in the middle of Sweden would be much of a problem so the blonde Kusanagi had agreed to deliver the weapon. Not like sending a twelve year old to country where he didn't even speak the language couldn't possibly go wrong right?

Right?

(Yeah he was screwed.)

The feeling of the plain slamming into the ground woke the blond from his dreams. Or as he would call them nightmares, they would start out nice enough with him sitting in the arms of what he assumed to be Naruto Yoshida's mother as she sung him a lullaby. Her warms causing the much younger version of himself to drift off into sleep, only to wake up surrounded by villagers their pitchforks making wicked shadows in the orange light.

Then they would proceed to torture him. He would panic, cry in pain, beg them to stop… but they would just laugh with a corrupted glee as they stuck a knife into his already shredded thighs. Somewhere in his mind he acknowledged the fact that most of dreams were fabrications and hadn't actually happened.

But another part of him also acknowledged the fact some of them were true.

'No it doesn't matter any more.' he told himself shoving the panic and confusion down as he took a deep breath. 'I'm not there anymore and they can't do anything to me anymore' wiping the cold sweat from his brow he stood up brushing off his pair of black pants, as he did the same to his dark green blazer an open collar button up shirt hiding underneath.

The blond sighed, he may hate being all dressy but he wanted to make an at least somewhat good impression. He wouldn't have chosen this if the "Shrine" that was buying the spear from his uncle wasn't supposedly "Very formal" as Ichirou had told him when he gave him the set of clothes.

It wasn't like it did much anyway considering it was winter and he was going to have to put his Sixty pound -Godou had actually weighed it over the break- winter coat over it. Now that he thought of it Ichirou had given that to him a well and it was dark green too… was his Gramps trying to give him a signature color? His eye twitched. 'Definitely sounds like something he'd do' was his annoyed thought as he followed his fellow passengers out of the plain, slipping on his abnormally heavy coat as he walked.

Now that he thought about it wasn't really a winter coat considering he would wear it in the middle of summer, it was more of an all year round coat… Wait why the heck was he thinking about coats? Ignoring that line of thought he gave a glance around the airport terminal, having made his way off the plain without noticing.

He gave a sigh when he realized his ride was late. Resigned to waiting he went and sat at one of the many chairs decorating the somewhat cliche airport. He reached into his pocket, pulling out an old mp3 player he proceeded to ignore the rest of the world. The mp3 player wasn't anything special, he'd even gotten a new MP4 from Shizuka this Christmas, but he didn't want to lose it or get it stolen so the blond kept it in his duffle-bag.

Now that he thought of it he must have looked quite strange, with the big duffle-bag on his back, accompanied by a large package longer than he was tall wrapped in paper, and strapped to his back. Considering the fact he was twelve just made the picture even more ridiculous. Eh, wasn't like he cared and in the end it would just make it easier for the people the shrine was sending to find him.

He proceeded to close his eyes, and focused on his music as he waited for his ride to arrive.

A sense of timelessness invaded his body as he jolted to his feet, eyes shooting open as he observed his surroundings. Everything around him was frozen as he looked around, a girl on the other side of the room had frozen mid trip,

a cup of hot coffee held still as it hung in front of her companion,

a grandfather frozen in the middle of a call,

a child stuck mid hop as he gestured emphatically his mother.

'What the hell?' the blonde thought as he slowly grasped his surroundings. Moving forward slowly scanning the airport around him as he moved through the mass of people seemingly frozen in time. Dodging through frozen objects and people.

A girlish giggle came from behind, and scaring the blond into the air like a scared cat. Spinning around fast enough that even he knew he probably should have gotten whiplash, the blond was met with bright emerald eyes.

It was a girl, a girl with Pink hair, and oh so bright green eyes shining with a bit of mischief as she giggled into her hand. Her hair was in twin tails with large ruby earrings dangling from her pointed elf like ears. A smile on her face as she gave him a look that set warning bells off in his head. She was rather young with a slim figure draped in a strange dress that complemented her already otherworldly look. He almost didn't notice the strange necklace around her neck, as she gave another quiet giggle. Despite this, Naruto couldn't bring himself to think of her as "attractive" no it more like she was beautiful in the sense that he would never be able to touch her. Like a piece of art behind museum glass.

The blond was having trouble formulating his words, and just as he managed to get his thoughts straight, the woman spoke. Her voice was soft and alluring as every word seemed to engrave itself into his mind.

"An impossibility is coming soon." she paused "Do you think you could fix it for me?" Before he could stop himself the words tumbled out of his mouth, "Uh... Sure?" he said in a confused voice, like he was still processing what was asked. She gave him another giggle having apparently caught on to his confusion.

"Don't worry it will all make sense soon." Her Green eyes seemed to sparkle as she moved forward. A sense of solidity bit into his limbs as he found himself unable to move. She walked forward with the grace of a cat (a panther about to tear out his throat) as she closed in on his frozen (Helpless) form, putting a hand on his chest his breathing ceased as she pushed him away from her, and he descended into blackness.

The sounds of the airport poured into his ears as he shot to his feet, eyes open and searching wildly, as his breath turned ragged. Only to find himself in the same spot as before, that was it he must have fallen asleep he decided. Calming his breathing he fell back into his seat ignoring the strange looks the occupants of the airport were giving him as he did his best to merge into his seat.

Glancing at his watch, it turned out he'd been asleep a good twenty minutes. Sighing he ran a hand through his pale gold hair, calming his jumpy nerves. Sinking further into his chair he allowed his attention to be taken back to the music still blaring in his ears, though he did refrain from closing his eyes, in a small attempt to avoid anymore strange dreams. Instead he voted to keep his eyes on the revolving door, to see if he could spot his welcoming party.

A good four minutes later he noticed a man accompanied by a younger woman, both of them in common black suits with white under shirts. The girl he would admit could have been cute, or even hot with long brown hair a somewhat pale complexion bright caramel eyes and lithe long legs. But her shoulder were tense, as if she was ready to fight for her life at any second, each movement stiff, and disciplined

Basically her body language said her personality was almost the exact opposite, of the blonds care free attitude. The man next to her was obviously playing the bodyguard roll.

He was somewhere around six foot five,blood Red hair and glowing blue eyes, that scanned the crowd in a meticulous fashion. A lump in his suit told the blond he was packing a gun of some fashion in a shoulder holster, and a glimpse of a handle in his shoe told him the man had a knife of some sort.

But the worse part was that the duo was heading straight for him.

This was his previous lives Uzumaki luck rubbing off on him wasn't it?

Sighing in exasperation he stood up and motioned for them to hurry up as he slung his duffle-bag over his shoulder, doing the same action with the spear in a much gentler fashion. Hey he didn't want to break the stupid thing!

As the duo finally stopped in front of him A sense of foreboding washing over the room as the blond sighed mentally, 'Why do I feel as if I just walked into the viper's nest?'