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We Go Way Back!
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"You want to see the Kyuubi?" Naruto asked in a voice that was utter confusion. He eyed the woman in front of him warily.
"Yep!" Morticia chirped cheerfully, ignoring how the Uzumaki looked at her like she was crazy. Which she was, but that was beside the point. "He and I go way back."
"Seriously? You look like you're twenty!" he exclaimed with wild hand gestures. "How the hell could you go 'way back' with the Kyuubi?!"
"I'm one of the Anbu that took care of you when you were nothing but a little squirt, pay me back by letting me talk to him."
They stared at each other in a stalemate until Naruto cracked.
"Fine!" the blond yelled as he threw up his arms. "How do we do this?"
"Just bump fists with me." Morticia said as she held out fer clenched hand. "I'll take care of the rest."
"Whatever." the boy grumbled under his breath. He connected his small fist to her larger one and was sucked into a dark tunnel, rusty metal pipes of all sizes lining the wall and the floor had two or three inches of dirty water covering the entire floor. Curious he started toward the lighter end of the creepy tunnel.
"What do you want, runt?!" yelled a deep, masculine voice. Naruto was startled to hear that voice that he had only heard a few times before.
"Is that the way you talk to me?!" Naruto recognized that as the weird lady's voice, matching the Kyuubi's commanding tone. He entered the large room just as the fox registered who was in front of him.
" . . . Morticia? . . . You're alive?" Uzumaki Naruto might not be good at telling others emotions, but he could tell that the Kyuubi no Kitsune was feeling hopeful and large amounts of disbelief.
"Sure as you're sealed into the kid I took care of." Morticia said, a cheeky grin on her face while had her hands on her hips.
"Real, you're real?" the dark orange demon asked quietly as he lightly pawed at the bars.
"Of course I'm real." Morticia said, still grinning, and crossed her arms. "After all I remember when you were just separated from the Juubi, you were so cute then. The tears that you would cry all the time . . . "
Naruto had no idea why she shook for a few seconds, nor why the demon's face turned darker. He did know that he was about to wet himself when their eyes locked on him.
"Uh, dattebayo?" he scratched the back of his head nervously. One of the looked murderous and the other was giving him one hell of a gimlet stare, one that made him feel like the temperature kept dropping.
One moment he was being intimidated and the next everything was black.
Kurama chuckled at the way his old friend, he wanted more but she had to kill his uncle first for some odd reason, knocked out his jailor. The three moves she made with her arms preventing him from seeing, hearing, and being conscious. He always did like how she made everything look easy, especially when he was young and Hagoramo had just died.
He missed his old man, but he also knew he was kind of roaming around as a ghost/thing to look after the reincarnations of his sons. The original God of Shinobi was really complicated.
"So, have you gotten over the shock of seeing your soon to be mate?" she asked after she put the blond brat to the side. The Kyuubi no Yoko was stunned, and reluctantly hopeful.
"Mate? You'll be my mate?!" Kurama felt so happy. The female that he had admired since he was split from the Juubi.
"Yes! I finally killed Hamura, so nothing is in my way to be with you."
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"Ah!" Morticia jolted up from her bed, sweat rolling off of her from the strange and frightening dream. "What the fuck was that?"
"What's wrong?" her flat mate asked. He stood drowsily at her open bedroom door.
"Everything is fine, Iruka. Just a nightmare." She felt so gross right now, a shower would also help to forget that large amount of strangeness she thought up. "I'm going to take a shower so you go back to bed, if I remember right, you have a date with Anko in the morning."
"Yeah." Iruka straightened and yawned. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes. Go back to bed." she said, relieved when he left. She thought about that strange dream. Apparently she had been watching too much anime before bed again because she some how manifested her boyfriend into a giant fox demon that lived inside his nephew. Was she thinking of Naruto before she fell asleep? She might have since he was a cute kid but where did the bit about Kurama being sealed inside him come from? That killing thing might have stemmed from her uncle but really, what the fuck? "Whatever, brain hurt. Shower."
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"Hey, Kushina, have you seen your brother around lately?" Morticia asked her fellow fighter. The red head was a power house like her husband and brother, and her son wasn't that far behind.
"Ah . . . no. I haven't seen him in a couple days." she paused from punching to take a drink of water. "I think he went to visit the family shrine, I could be wrong though, dattebane."
"I miss the big oaf." It hadn't helped that the weird dream was also still circulating through her mind.
"M-Morticia-!" Both girls turned to Kurama come rushing through the door to the gym, he was completely out of breath and was bent over clutching his stomach. "I h-ha! I wanted to asked you s-something. Oh God, I need to run more!"
"And what would that be?" Morticia asked, exchanging an amused look with Kushina. They watched as the male slowly made his way to them, he was still out of breath, and then got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet box.
"Would you marry me, and move out of your apartment that has a heterosexual male that isn't me in it?" Kurama said, opening the box to show a simple sliver diamond ring.
"Yes and I'll work on it." A smile came over the red haired man, lighting up his face from the usual scowl and smirk.
Neither was prepared to be tackled by Kushina into a deadly bear hug.
"My idiot brother finally asked you to marry him!" Kushina squealed in a pitch that had the other two cringing. They were given one more squeeze before being dropped to the floor. "I have to tell Minato and everybody!"
" . . . Well, this will spread faster than wild fire."
"Yeah." he agreed with his girlfriend-just-turned-fiance. His sister had a way of being a blabber mouth worse than any old lady with nothing to do. "So, about you moving . . . "
"I need to tell Iruka and find someone that he can share the rent with." Of course she could just buy the building and charge him what he paid now. "Maybe Anko will finally get to live him, and Kurenai will finally live with Asuma!"
Kurama sweat dropped at his love starting to play match maker again.
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The wedding was a private affair turned public convergence. It was originally only about twenty people or so, but somehow turned into over five hundred people, most wanting to the two top fighters in the city get married. Thank God they had planned an outdoor wedding to begin with.
Morticia, surprisingly, wore a white dress that only went to her knees and actually showed off her curves instead of hiding them, her hair left to sway in the light breeze instead of in the buns she used everyday. Kurama was wearing a black tuxedo that looked like it had blood stains on it, and his long red hair was pulled into a low pony tail instead of his usual high one.
No personal vows were exchanged, just a kiss that made everyone that could see it blush. Except Gaara because he was trying to relearn emotion after an incident with his uncle and the twelve year also hadn't hit puberty yet.
When Morticia tossed the bouquet, aiming it while she did it, Anko was the one that caught it. She blushed and looked like she wanted to fall into a hole while Iruka was redder than a tomato and happier than ever.
Kurama whisked his wife away right after the ceremony, he had waited five years and he wasn't wasting another moment, leaving everyone chuckling.
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"Hey, momma," Kuroki, their second child and only boy said as he was helping his mother fix dinner. She was forty two now and was enjoying being domestic.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"How did you and daddy meet?" he asked innocently.
"We met when I was twenty five and he was twenty three."
"I didn't ask when, I asked how you and daddy met." the boy clarified.
"Uh, that's a story for when you're older." Morticia couldn't look at her son. "Like when you're twelve or thirteen."
"But I'm seven!"
"When you are older." she said firmly.
"Fine."
