OH LAWD, this thing was a monster to write! But you guys deserve a long chapter. 3 So here it is, just as promised. :3
Also, I haven't read the manga or anything in forever so again; not gonna match up. If it contradicts anything that was released within this year and a half then I'm sorry, I am unaware of the canon story line! I mean like I stumbled upon an image a while back of a colorized Naruto chapter, with like red eyeshadow or something? I was like, "Say whaaaat?!" If that's any indication, that's how out of the loop I am. :B
BTW, here's a joke my sister sent me, I thought you would enjoy! :P
What did O say to Q?
Hey, keep it in your pants!
Get it? Cuz it's his you know...eheh..eh...
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Naruto bit his lower lip, worried about his current dilemma. He had once again woken to the site of leaves and a view of the Uchiha compound, but with no sight of a bed, or a window, or a decent roof. He was going on almost a full week at this tree. He seriously needed to find a proper place to lay at night. Shaking off the dirt and rubble that had gathered on him overnight, he set his mind on finding a modest room, if he had to extort someone for it then so be it, he was a ninja after all. Naruto wasn't too picky though, whether a shack or an abandoned warehouse, he didn't care, as long as he had a roof over his head. I ain't diggin the whole bird toilet thing though. He thought, noticing the trademark gatherings of white fecal matter around his 'bed.'
Deciding that his current state was not befitting a young woman, Naruto morphed into a presentable outfit. Ditching the bright colors from yesterday, he went for a more muted, beige-colored kimono. This time he would try his best to assimilate successfully. After a brief encounter with a stubborn tangle of hair, he deemed himself presentable,using the hand mirror he had bought yesterday, and jumped down from his branch, ready to wander the streets.
After a few minutes of aimless wanderings and half-hearted window shopping, Naruto finally reached a possible trail. He stumbled into a conversation between a few elderly members. He had heard them mention council meetings and something concerning the changing of political times. Piquing his interest, Naruto meandered over and gently asked if the council had finished their meetings yet, which to Naruto's dismay ended up in a negative answer.
"No, I believe the council meets 'til midday," replied a withered old man offhandedly. Let down, but with some hope intact, Naruto thanked the group and edged out of the cluster, joining the bustling crowd of people.
"Midday?! It's still early, no later that ten!" yelled Naruto in exasperation. To think that he would have to wait around for that fool just so he could find a decent place to sleep was ludicrous; not to mention he had yet to give him a tour of the inner compound. Well, I could say I'm honored that he offered. Thought Naruto wryly to himself. Rarely did a ninja clan show the inner workings of a compound to an outsider, especially one that they knew little to nothing about. It spoke volumes of what Madara thought of him, and what he expected the other Uchiha members to think as well. Subconsciously though, Naruto knew it was only so Madara could show off his clan and impressive power. "But it's also pretty smart of him." Naruto said softly to himself. If the inner compound meets me, even if it's a few members, then they know my face, my story, and the potentiality of my endangerment to them. Also, gives them an easier access to restrain me if needed. Not that they would need to, Naruto was going to try to be on his best behavior...well as much as he got away with anyway. Nevertheless, Naruto had to still be cautious of this mini village, it was essentially a glorified ninja camp, and it was full of shinobi with deadly skills and mindsets.
With an exasperated sigh, he parted from the busier side of the main road, and headed off into a side street. If he had overheard correctly, one of the elderly women had mentioned that the council met in a long edifice with a distinctive door on this side of town. Whatever the door was, he knew not, but he figured he could spot it if it was so distinct.
Keeping his eyes sharp, he slowly walked through the long street into which he had picked. It was mostly lined with residential houses and a few small businesses advertising accounting services and home repairs. He guessed it was the side of the compound with less than glamorous dealing. Though it didn't stop him from subtly examining every detail of these storefronts. Perhaps the council used one of these stores as a façade for their actual meeting place. It was a bit paranoid of him to think this way, but it didn't hurt for him to be cautious, he was after all trained in spotting these kind of setups. Reaching out his hand, he laid his fingertips on the wooden structures as he slowly walked pass. A trick he had learned from Jiraiya was that some secret hideouts had a distinctive seal, that though they were invisible to the naked eye, they couldn't help but give off a small pulse of chakra. Advancing forward, he zoned out any disturbances and concentrated on feeling a significant power source, or anything out of place.
Nope. Nothing. Ow, sharp edge. Normal. Normal. Uhhh..didn't need to see that. Okay, zilch. Naruto thought with exasperation, he had walked by at least twelve buildings and he had yet to see anything interesting. Excluding the half dressed man in a wig-whatever that was all about, he didn't know-but nothing had caught his eye. Nearing the last two houses he tried to stay positive, perhaps they felt like going with the cliché and be the last house on the right? As he continued to drag his fingertips along the store fronts he slowed down, and stopped in front of the last building, looking up he couldn't help but smile tightly. Fuck. He mentally cursed, because what laid in front of him...was nothing but a run-down antique store. No chakra pulse, no suspicious activity, no interesting door, just a lame and dilapidated building. "Gaaah, can't I ever catch a break?! He yelled at the edifice, pounding on the rotted window frame. The building gave a slight cough of dust, but nothing else.
Turning around, Naruto decided to continue his search in the next street. I'm gonna start hating this place. He retraced his steps and made it halfway before he heard a slight rustling. Whipping around he stared suspiciously at one of the alleyways that he had just passed. Activate badass mode. Naruto thought, half serious, half-jokingly. Whoever it was had to be a civilian, no trained shinobi would be so loud in his stalkings. Naruto got as close to the wall to the edifice as he could, and took unhurried steps, slowly nearing the bend to the alley. Stopping right at the corner, he listened again, hoping to catch a sound of whoever was near. Nothing. Hm, tricky little bastard. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a tall figure shuffled right into the main street and if Naruto had not heard it at the last second, would have knocked him on his feet. Naruto quickly jumped back and smiled, he was not expecting this. Relaxing his body, he cocked his head to the side curiously.
"Naoki-san! What a pleasant surprise!" Naruto cheekily announced, he couldn't help but exhale with amusement. Naoki looked just as the day he had met him, tall, unruly hair covering his eyes, and like last time, with scrolls bundled up in his hands. Was he following me? He then thought, suspicion overruling his amusement.
Noaki stuttered out a quick greeting, shuffling the scrolls in his hand nervously. "G-good morning, Naruto-san." He all but meeped.
Lord, give me strength. Naruto thought with slight annoyance, sure it was endearing in some ways, but this young man reminded him too much of a young Hinata, and it took way too many years to count for her to finally relax around him. Shaking his head of nostalgic musings, he bowed slightly to Naoki and readied his questions, he didn't already want to start suspecting people, but it was never harmful to make sure.
"How are you this fine morning? I don't mean to pry, but did you have any business around here? I didn't not know there was much to do in alleyways." Naruto said pleasantly, but with a hint of suspicion. The young man could only flush, guilt covering what features Naruto could see. A-ha.
"You must f-forgive me Naruto-san. For you s-see, it was mere coincidence that I saw. That I. Uhm, that I happened to see y-you. I did not know wha-what I could do. Well, could not react. At least p-properly. I mean…that is…." Noaki whispered, hunching into himself and backing into the alley again, then bumping into the corner of what resembled a trashcan. A loud crash was heard as Naoki yelped loudly and jumped out of the way of falling garbage.
Naruto watched all this happen and grinned, how could he suspect such a flustered adolescent? How awkward can one guy be, though? Grinning, he turned the corner into the alley and saw the disorder that Naoki had caused and sighed, "Naoki, it was simply light banter. Don't fret over my question, I really was surprised." He said as he lightly scooted the garbage to the side and patted Naoki's arm, a silent apology in his eyes.
Looking up from his hunched position, glittering green eyes regarded her with obvious guard. After a few seconds, Naoki relaxed lightly, a shy smile forming on his face. "Thank you, Naruto-san…." He said with an almost reverent tone.
Okaaaay. Naruto arched an eyebrow questioningly but let it go. What a strange, strange boy. He reflected. "If you don't mind, Naoki-san, may I ask where you are headed? I don't mean to be forward, but I am quite out of my element and am in need of some friendly company."
Blushing brightly, Naoki nodded furiously. "O-of course! I mean to say, I am on my way to a council meeting but of course you may a-acc-accompany me there. I don't believe it would be any problem. I h-hope."
Bingo! Damn, I am one lucky sunavobitch!. Naruto internally cried out with glee, someone up there was surely looking out for him.
"Get on with it. I do not comprehend how you waste time celebrating when it might not even be the council you are looking for." Kyuubi butted in negatively.; a deep rumbling coursing through Naruto's mind.
'Really, you shouldn't be such a downer. I can hope, and if not, I can just keep looking, you're just restless is all. Which, by the way, is making you pretty much un-fucking-bearable. Naruto thought snidely.
"Would you not be as well if you were in my position? Also, do not wave off the fact you have yet to use any of our major chakra. Your mind and body stink with staleness. It is not good for either of us." Kyuubi fired back.
Naruto stilled. Of course. He almost forgot. Through his ordeal, he had yet to use any amount of jutsu that required a large portion of his chakra reserve. Both Kyuubi and him had learned that throughout the process of regularly expelling chakra, a stronger connection formed between them. Otherwise, their combined chakras tended to weigh them down, making it hard to communicate. It was almost like letting a house build dust and having to breath it in every day, and large jutsus were the equivalent of cleaning it out once in a while. This problem was not extremely impeding, it was only slightly uncomfortable; which the Nine-Tails hated to be. The little pansy. Naruto mocked.
"Naruto…" The demon warned.
'Okay, okay, my bad, let's just hope this place is it.'
Coming back to the outside world, he smiled at Naoki, who had been patiently awaiting his response. With a happy bounce, he motioned for Naoki, "Lead the way!" He chirped, and followed with hopefulness as Naoki shuffled away towards the main roads.
Naruto followed Naoki as he quickly blabbed about what the meeting would entail and apologized for any dullness. Naruto simply waved it off and nodded when he needed to and made himself look like he was intent on the subject.
"…I would need one small favor though." Naruto caught Naoki saying, with the most serious tone Naruto had heard from him yet. Hiding his surprise, Naruto agreed quickly and listened to his proposition. After a few quick lines from Naoki, Naruto once again had to hold himself back from giggling.
No, Naoki-san, it is you who is doing me the favor.
"Let this here be the last time we hear of this situation. The children do not require an extra estate for recreation. Funding must be allocated to the supplement of weapons to Actives, at least for the time being." Boomed the powerful voice of Ryota.
A few voices disagreed, but with a stern look, the room quieted and grudgingly settled. Though not always proper, Ryota knew how to end a topic when needed. Failing to hide a prideful grin, Ryota picked up a scroll from a dwindling pile to his left and began another topic.
"Next on the agenda is regarding the previously mentioned allocation of weapons; specifically the metal supplier. As of these past few months, we have commissioned Naoki-san, from division two, sector seven. As stated on the report, he has successfully raised the shipment amount sixty percent, and increasing every week. Metal quality is surprisingly high while production costs are low. We have Naoki scheduled to speak more in depth, he shall also relay the message from the foreign affairs section he has recently been working alongside with Madara-sama." With a nod, Ryota motioned to one of the council assistants behind him. Said assistant quickly left the room to fetch Naoki. The council waited silently, readjusting robes, and softly continuing subjects on unrelated topics. After a few moments, a knock was heard at the door, causing the room to still.
"Enter," replied Ryota.
In shuffled Naoki with the bundle of scrolls in his hands. One to which he gave to Ryota, and the others to which he distributed among the council members.
With a deep breath, the shy Naoki transformed before the councils eyes, straightening out and dispelling the shy and timid look about him. Now was a businessman with a goal in mind and with a confidence that graced those knowledgeable in their field.
Slowly but surely, important information began to spill out of the adolescent's mouth, causing the council to jot down notes and begin the process of discussion.
Naruto sat outside the door of what he assumed was the council meeting room, mentally counting the minutes he had been sitting outside; on what had to be the world's-most-uncomfortable bench. My ass hurts. Naruto whined internally, and stood up slowly, stretching into an almost painful arch. He looked around and smirked, remembering as to how they had merely walked into this place.
Once the council building had entered their sights, he knew why the elderly woman had specifically mentioned the door. It was a wide, rounded red door with three black decals painted on it, the door was so big that four men could walk through it, shoulder to shoulder. It was almost amusingly big, he was pretty sure no man could grow up to be that size, not even an Akimichi. What really made him want to laugh, was the fact that the red door had an uncanny resemblance to the Sharingan. Subtle and humble, the council is not.
Coming back to his present self, he observed the mostly blank area around him. Besides the closed door to his left, there was not much to see. It was a stark white building with doors spaced widely from each other, indicating large rooms. He could only see to his left, for his right was the entrance to the edifice. It reminded him of a hotel, but without the fancy trimmings and the always-present lazy concierge. Now that he thought about, there was no one he could visibly see. No one had asked for his identification, no one had questioned him or Naoki, not a single soul roamed this desolate-seeming building. All that had transpired when they entered was a subtle chakra pulse that had vibrated throughout the building. Other than that, nothing. Pretty neat. Naruto mused; no guards, no seals, just a chakra indication system. So economical. So simple.
Ruffling his bangs out of the way, Naruto crossed his hands behind his head and pouted. Frankly he was bored out of his mind. He had been sitting there for almost half an hour now, with nothing to entertain him or keep him occupied. Naoki did warn of the dullness of the situation, yet he didn't expect it to drag on for so long.
Sighing in exasperation, he continued to stretch, hearing his joints cracking with satisfaction. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to explore this place just a liiiittle." He whispered mischievously to no one in particular. Heading to one of the hallways, he decided to find out at least something about this place. Nearing the closest wooden door, he stopped and analyzed what he could of it. Which wasn't much, it was a solid wooden door, with an ordinary doorknob, other than that nothing stood out. Wait, Naruto stopped, there's no room number. He scratched the back of his head, how in the world did they know where to meet?It must have something to do with that chakra signature system. Sneaky, sneaky. Testing the doorknob, it was predictably locked. Naruto did this for another few minutes before becoming bored once again and returning to his original spot.
"Hurry up, Naoki." I ain't got all damn day. Naruto thought with irritation, but then paused. Wait, I guess I technically do.
As if answering his pleas, a few seconds later, the door next to him creaked open, a man twice his age motioned for him to follow him. Smiling politely, Naruto stood up and followed. Finally!
Entering the doorway, he was surprised to see another door, directly in front of the door he had walked through. His guide looked back, and stared at Naruto, after a few moments he spoke harshly, "Speak only when spoken to. Do not ask unnecessary questions. Do not make any sudden movement." He said quickly, pausing for an affirmitive sign from Naruto. Something must have shown on his face, because the man said more gently, "And do not be afraid, they are good men." Naruto smiled politely and nodded. The man turned around once again and quickly knocked on the door in a succession of short, calculated raps. A few seconds passed before some unheard indication caused the man to open the door.
Naruto couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, it was exciting to be only a few steps away of a room full of such influential men, even if they were Uchiha. He wondered if they would reject the idea of having a woman here. But what do I know? Maybe there are plenty of women involved in crucial, high-stakes political matters. Naruto thought sarcastically; if the Uchiha men of this time were any similar to how Madara had acted, or to the Uchiha that he had been involved with in his timeline, then he might have a slight problem on his hands.
Taking a deep breath, he followed the guide and stepped out and next to him, then began to observe the set-up before him. The room was a long, and rounded area. The walls were white and mostly plain, mimicking the layout of the hallways, and were lined with lights that encircled the space. A huge table, which was round as well, was in the middle of the room, with about twelve men sitting at it. Each man looked at her inquisitively, some more obvious than the next, but all curious. Even a man who was uncharacteristically dark compared to the rest, and seemed to reign over this particular meeting, appeared caught off guard, his eyebrows nearly reaching his hairline. Scanning the rest of the group and memorizing them quickly, he picked out a familiar-looking one. It was none other than Madara himself, trying somewhat succesfully to hide a shocked look from his face. Inwardly smiling, Naruto couldn't help but gloat. Found ya! His internal boasting was cut short when a nervous cough caused Naruto to look behind him. It was Naoki, a serious look on his face, which caused Naruto to cock an eyebrow.
Sensing the importance of resuming the meeting, he walked over to Naoki and stood next to him, hands clasped in front of him, and a smile placed on his face. Waiting for what he hoped was Naoki's introduction, he simply stood there, trying not to look suspicious.
"And this here, is my recently appointed assistant. I would like you to meet Naruto-san, she is an extremely capable young women with experience in the field of foreign affairs and business negotiations." Naoki said, without a hitch in his voice, or any indication that what he was saying was total bullshit.
Naruto stepped forward slightly and bowed, "It is an honor to meet you all," then gave an honest smile and stepped back next to Naoki. What accompanied next was a whole mess of political jabber that Naruto really didn't feel like remembering. What mostly transpired was him trying to look profession and competent while Naoki continued some presentation he had already started, as well as answering the questions which the men addressed about her. Chiefly about how they had come to meet and things like that. Naoki cleverly mentioned how they hadn't known each other for long but sensing her expertise, they had paired up in an effort to optimize each others' business. Naruto nodded when appropriate and returned simple answers as to' how old she was' and 'how long she had been involved' with 'these type of affairs.' Other than that, Naoki directed the conversation and the flow of the meeting, coming back to mention numbers and strategies which flew over Naruto's head. He had to admit that seeing this side of Naoki was interesting to say the least, he saw an experienced businessman, suited for this type of thing. If I didn't know he was lying, I wouldn't doubt him for a second. He reflected, zoning in out of the conversation, all the while giving the room his attention. Naruto didn't miss the fact that Madara barely uttered more than three words, or the way a man seated across from said Uchina was constantly giving him amused glances.
After some bouncing back between the council and Naoki, and at one point, Naruto, they were promptly dismissed and escorted out.
Naoki and Naruto walked out of the building in a tense silence, none bothering to start the conversation. Both walked aimlessly for a few minutes, leaving the less than populated area they had been in to join the now busy center of the compound. After passing a few yelling merchants and giggling children, Naruto couldn't take it anymore and cracked.
"Goodness, how can you be so silent Naoki-san?! That was quite an ordeal! Did you see Madara-san's face? If I could capture that image for the rest of my life I do not believe I could be more amused!" He exclaimed, looking at Naoki with glee. Naoki only smiled softly, a furious blush adorning his face.
"I will ad-m-m-it, it was amusing. B-but I ca-n-not say I do not feel guilty. I h-h-ope Madara-sama is not too mad. What possessed me to d-do that, I am u-unsure." he trailed off, voice thick with guilt.
"OH, you worry too much, Naoki-san. Friends forgive each other easily! Let me treat you to lunch. It is the least I can do for that huge favor you just paid me." Naruto said happily, reaching out and laying his hand on Naoki's wrist. Naoki only looked at said wrist as if it was a foreign object and the blush that had just drained from his face returned with a vengeance.
"I...I..."
Sighing with exasperation, and knowing well that Naoki would just stand there if he didn't do anything, Naruto grabbed his wrist and headed for the nearest eating establishment, a flabbergasted Naoki in tow.
"Besides Naoki-san, if what you said in there is genuine, then you need to catch me up in your dealings. I shall make it my goal to be the best assistant you have ever had!" And with a quick tug, they entered a random restaurant.
That WOMAN! Madara thought furiously to himself. The council meeting had just barely ended, one hour after Naoki and Naruto's presentation; one of the longest hours of his lifetime. Such a plight, I was not was expecting today. Madara fumed.
When he had walked into the council meeting that day, he had expected: repetitious topics, unnecessary funding, project reviewal and maybe a battle of wills between Ryota and a member, but not this. It irked him to know that Naoki had not brought this situation up to him earlier, or at all for that matter. They were collaborating in these affairs together for a reason and Uchiha Madara was never to be kept out of the loop, especially concerning someone as submissive as Naoki. If Naoki was not so deeply tied to the commerce of the compound, he would have surely created a report to have him demoted or expelled form the prestigious area in which his business presided. But Naoki's family had been involved with metal trade ever since the Uchiha's began creating weapons, so a power move as complicated as that was out of the question. Jumping onto the nearest roof, he worked his way through the many divisions of the compound, searching for Naoki's signature, in order to find him and potentially engage in an unorthodox quarrel.
Freezing on the current roof, Madara growled. What madness has come over me?!
Taking a deep breath, Madara tried to calm himself. He realized the ridiculous consequences he was thinking of and quickly trampled them out of his mind. It was not healthy to think of a close friend in such a way, especially due to it concerning a woman. Naoki and him had been through too much to have their friendship end in a day. Massaging his temples, Madara tried to analyze the current situation, settling back into his shinobi training. After a few moments of quiet thinking, Madara sectioned off the information he knew into a region of his brain and began to organize it all. He knew Naruto-san was indeed a diplomat involved with foreign affairs, so that was within reason. The only problem though, was the hazard situation this set up between an unknown power and the Uchihas. Naoki-san did have the privilege to appoint whoever he deemed worthy, so it was out of Madara's hands. Though a possible heir, the men of the Uchiha family were taught never to interject in business matters of another Uchiha family, at least if they couldn't help it. The most he could do was ask the pair as to what they were actually thinking. Which led him back to the woman that had been on his mind more than he deemed to admit.
Did Naruto-san convince Naoki? How did she get acquainted in these matters to begin with? Who in the hells is this woman, really? With a quick surge of power, he began on his search again, he could not simply stand there and wait for the answers to come to him. Now that he thought about it, he had left the council building without much grace. He had not exactly escaped frlm the room, but he had not stayed and conversed with the rest of the members either; the topic of which was centrally based on Naruto. He had exited the room without a second glance, hoping to avoid Izuna's amused looks, he did not have the time to deal with his brother at the moment. "Perhaps when I have figured this all out, a proper beating is in order." He said to himself, it had been a while since he had sparred with his brother, it would do him some good to relax and wrangle with his sibling. Though they were both young, they had to train arduously -both politically and physically- which took up the majority of their time. Time which they had little of, even less now so for Madara who he felt had to keep an eye out for Naruto-san. She will also have to join in the sparring, I have yet to properly overcome her. Madara thought with excitement. To fight with Naruto-san was a gratifying experience to which was hard for him to admit. Even more so when all they considered were taijutsu maneuvers. It was difficult to believe she was not a kunoichi, she contained all the tools of one...
After that thought, Madara was once again reminded of the previous day. Without being able to control it, a slight flush grew on his face. The more he tried to calm it, the more it grew as the events replayed over and over in the young Uchiha's mind. In his mind's eye, he saw a playful Naruto daring him to break into his own hot springs. He saw himself answering her challenge and expertly sneaking in, Naruto following close behind. What ensued next caused Madara to hop down from the roofs and plant himself on the sturdiest branch close by. Leaning his shoulder against the trunk, he groaned in agitation. How can a woman stimulate me so?!
He could not stop the the rest of the images bombarding his mind.
He entered the springs, confident that a woman would not de-robe herself to a man she barely knew, even one as bizarre as Naruto-san. With that secure thought in mind, he had stepped into the hot water of the soothing springs and had made himself comfortable at his favorite location, one which was not too visible to spot, especially for a newcomer.
What he had not expected however, was hearing the slight rush of water as someone entered the springs, specifically Naruto-san, only wrapped in a towel. He could not help to stare at the form before him. One that was slowly striding away from him. He had merely laughed at that time, applauding Naruto's valiance, but now he could not help but think of that situation perversely. Which was heightened more so when he had joined Naruto-san, and she had the audacity to tease him! And have it affect him so much that he rushed out like a inexperienced child! It was enough to make Madara hate himself ever so slightly. Once again he was reminded of the rare creature that was this Naruto-san. No one had ever made him feel so insecure. No one. Not his father, not Ryota, not even other lustful women. It was distressing to be so out of control, it was enough to drive an Uchiha mad.
After his shameful exit he had rushed to his home, ignoring the calls of his fellow kin, and had barricaded himself in his room. Like a child, once again. Madara thought with anger and self-contempt. How could a woman barely three years his senior have such power over him? I can never triumph in the situations she puts me in.
He had stayed up late the rest of the evening, going through random jutsus and katas, trying to expel as much energy as possible. This led long into the night, until he finally crawled to his bed, exhausted both in body and mind. With a annoyed snort, he closed his eyes, ready for slumber, only to have the image of Naruto-san's breast appear before him. Growling, he pulled at his bangs. "Give me piece!" He yelled to the walls, and rolled over in his futon, ready to sleep, if he had to force his body, then so be it.
He had stayed up til the dawn of morning, getting no more than two hours of sleep before he had mercifully passed out. Once he had awoken, he had to patrol the compound and meet with several of the family's advisers, all which noted his haggard appearance, but mentioned nothing of it. After an uneventful day, he had finally headed towards the last on his agenda: the council meeting. A place where he usually relaxed, it comforted him to know about the inner workings of the village, and to have a deciding factor in it all. That all changed when Madara expecting to see a young male, the newest assistant to Naoki-san, was shocked speechless as he saw a very female body enter the room. A female body which he recognized immediately as Naruto-san's.
Pounding the bark before him, he couldn't help but grit his teeth. He now had quite an evident problem showing. Looking at his groin, he exhaled sharply, to run around the compound in such a state was indecent to say the least. Quickly flexing his thigh muscles, he began sprinting once again towards Naoki's location, a quick rush of blood to the rest of his body was the appropriate course of action.
As he did this, he noticed other members of his clan doing the same, only in different directions. Some he recognized as young boys, most likely delivering a scroll, while others had the feel of matured mission-goers. It was hard to tell, but it never ceased to amuse him, even if you passed a fellow shinobi within a few inches, neither party ever acknowledged the other. Smirking internally, Naoki's signature trail tugged to his right, to which he adjusted appropriately; Madara jumped down to the street bellow him. Straightening himself out, thankfully sans his earlier dilemma, he looked up to peer at what read as an eating establishment.
Walking in languidly, he scanned for his friend, within the second he spotted him in a corner booth, talking softly to what could only be Naruto-san, if the bright shock of blonde hair was any indication. Said woman was telling an animated story by the look of her wild gestures and expressive face. Almost as if sensing him, Naruto's gaze shifted from Naoki to him, an amused glint in her eyes. With a small flick, Naruto raised her hand and waved it slightly, causing Naoki to look back. Madara saw the expected look of fear on Naoki's face, eyes already starting to water, and hands clenched at his chest. Sighing soberly, Madara made his way to their table, ignoring the patron's adoring looks and the fumbling host who was trying to seat him. A behavior in which he wished everyone acted upon, present company especially included. With a dismissive shake to the gushing manager, he sat down next to Naoki, which caused the young man to stiffen up more and stutter out chocked apologies.
Annoyed, but also glad that Naoki had seen his erroneous behavior and was justly trying to get back into his good graces, Madara simply nodded, wishing to no longer hear him stammer out incomplete sentences. With several deep bows, or as much as could be accomplished sitting at a table, Naoki thanked Madara profusely, going on about repaying him and such. Acknowledging this, Madara patted Naoki on the shoulder then turned his attention towards Naruto.
He was once again taken aback by the obvious head-turner that was Naruto-san. The highly amused features that she displayed made her appear even more charming. He noted the way she looked at him expectantly, most likely already prepared with witty comments regarding their earlier encounter. Hoping to level the playing field, he decided to start a random conversation.
"In two hours, you can be ready to see the compound." He said smoothly, adjusting his bangs, seeming cooler than a cucumber.
To his immense satisfaction, Naruto's face slackened with surprised, mouth slightly agape. Basking in her reaction, he quickly order a meat dish and resumed his observation, if they were ready to leave was no importance to him, one should always have time for an Uchiha, especially himself.
Taking a sip out of the tea he had just received Madara, chuckled under his breath.
"I love how you say that as if it was simply thought of this second, you do know that you left me waiting last time. To think an Uchiha such as yourself would leave a lady, no less a diplomats daughter and the newly appointed assistant of your highest grossing weapons dealer, anticipating your return. I do feel slightly offended, so excuse me if I'm surprised by your tone, Madara-san." She said demurely, eyes clearly showing the opposite, taunting him once again.
Clenching the cup of tea, he blinked slowly, hoping to hide his slight irritation. And she finds a way to best me, I am a fool to have thought I could put throw her off-balance. Madara couldn't help but smile, which turned into a audible laugh. Which to Madara's pleasant surprise caused an equal response from Naruto, reciprocating his laughter. A very confused Naoki could only stare in bewilderment.
"I suppose you are right, Naruto-san. You will have to forgive me." He replied, not at all apologetic.
"And I expect my unannounced employment to Naoki-san was a bit unprecedented, which I also apologize for." Naruto responded, mimicking Madara's tone of voice. "I do ask that you do not castigate him for something that I asked for, it was a spur of the moment idea, you see." She said, winking at Naoki-san.
Nodding slowly, Madara regarded Naoki, "Well, if Naoki believes it is a wise decision, then I won't intercede. I do hope that you bring future decisions such as this to me earlier." He said, making it clear he was over this faux pas, but was not expecting any repetition soon. Naoki gladly accepted and smiled delightedly to the Uchiha heir.
Hearing Naruto clear her throat, he looked back at her once again, awaiting whatever comment she was about to make.
"There is one other matter though. You see as to how I arrived, quite unprepared if you recall, I am in desperate need of proper lodgings."
Madara couldn't hide his grimace. Heavens, where has she been staying all this time?
Sensing his question, Naruto waved off his expression, "No matter how I got by, I would only wish for you to absolve this issue. Unless this is how you treat all ambassadors of foreign lands. If so, please educate me on your system." Naruto said sardonically, leaning in towards him, hands crossed forming a platform for her to lay her chin on.
Gulping nervously, Madara quickly recovered from his blunder and hastily procured a solution. "For that I do honestly -pologize, there is a room waiting for your presence, it is reserved for p-persons such as yourself. It is conveniently in the inner compound, which we can double up on the tour. If you'd like, we can go there now and hurry along the process." He replied, holding down the flush that wanted to so charmingly crawl up his neck. My father will have my head for not figuring this out sooner. He chastised himself. Madara assumed his father already knew of Naruto's arrival, for there was little the head of the Uchiha clan knew, especially regarding those closest to him. The fact that none of his close kin had asked him about Naruto-san, demonstrated the respect they held for his decision-making. A trait which he had just shown needed more work.
With a smile that lit up the whole room, Naruto responded happily. "Why that sounds perfect! I expect the best, considering what you have put me through this past week." Naruto added coyly. Madara gritted his teeth silently. Will I hear no end to this? Once again, it was not common to feel guilt towards any person; it was quite difficult to deal with. Holding down the snarky remark he so desperately wanted to disclose, Madara only nodded stifly, not being able to hide the cross look in his eyes.
He didn't think it was possible, but Naruto's smile brightened even more, which triggered a strange warmth in Madara. Blinking rapidly he coughed and waved off the feeling. Looking down upon the food that the host had just placed in front of him, he began eating silently, ignoring Naoki and Naruto. I must be hungry. Madara thought lamely.
After a few bites, Naoki and Naruto continued their conversation; or more like Naruto spoke while Naoki listened and nodded when appropriate. "Well, as I was saaaaying, there I was in a completely alone, in the princess' chamber when out of nowhere..."
After a few minutes, Madara had finished his lunch and had reluctantly joined in the conversation. He was still upset about Naruto mocking him, but it was hard to stay upset too long with that woman. So he had offhandedly commented on a hole in Naruto's story, which to his delight she had flushed with embarrassment, and admitted she had slightly exaggerated some details. Chuckling softly, he had continued to badger other points in her tall tale which she had reacted to quite amusingly. At last in his element, he had switched the topic to something more debatable, in which Naruto, and even the ever timid Naoki participated in; Madara had to confess he enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed himself in such a way, a way that did not include mission completions or shinobi trickery. Feeling it was an appropriate opportunity to end the discussion, he stood up and edged out of the booth.
"I believe now is a good a time as any to give you a tour of the inner compound, Naruto-san." He said, laying down the money to pay for all three of them. Following suit, Naoki and Naruto scooted out as well, gathering the few belongings they had, well, mostly Naoki.
Dusting off her kimono, Naruto slapped down her own money, and returned his previous amount back to him. What is she going to go on about now? He thought with slight beguilement.
"I promised Naoki-san I would buy him lunch and I won't go back on my promise. I might as well pay for you too Madara-san, I don't want to be seen as rude." She said, her brilliant blue eyes shining with mirth.
"Hn," was all he could reply with. It was not in his nature to accept money from a woman, but someone as unpredictable as Naruto would probably cause more of a scene that he would like to be involved with if he refused.
Naruto shrugged her shoulders at Naoki, then gestured towards the exit, "Now gentlemen, should we head out?" With a silent agreement, Madara walked out of the building, Naruto and Naoki in tow. He couldn't help but feel jittery. Just you wait Naruto-san, you will be beside yourself when you witness the Uchiha greatness.
Naruto waved goodbye to Naoki as he entered his home, well more like shuffled, but you got the point. He turned and looked at Madara with concealed excitement, he was finally going to get to see this inner compound he was so damn proud of. Naruto imagined how it would look like, if Konoha was any clue, then it would probably to similar to the Uchiha sector, but most likely more battle oriented that residential. Whatever the layout, he would soon find out. Check me out! Going into a district practically no one has ever seen! Everyone is going to be so jealous. Naruto thought with glee, which then turned into a more somber emotion. It hadn't even been a full week but he missed them greatly. If he hadn't given himself this assignment, he would be beating up whoever he needed to in order to find a way back. But I gotta do this. I have to. I don't care if they don't even realize it, but I will help Konoha.
Dispelling his heavy mood, Naruto motioned towards the road and stared at Madara," Lead the way."
With the trademark, 'Hn,' Madara began walking, away from the busy streets and shouting merchants, Naruto soon following after.
Within fifteen minutes Madara stopped outside a wall, about twenty feet high. The wall extended sideways as far as Naruto could see, with a slight bend on each end, indicating it was a round structure, encompassing whatever was inside. Stepping closer to it, he noticed the wall had no discernible doors, only s smooth gray surface. Do we just walk jump over it? Naruto thought apprehensively. One again, there was no signs of guards, or sentries. Looking over at Madara, the Uchiha motioned for him to stand beside him, "You will need to be next to me for what happens next."
Smirking at this somewhat ambiguous phrase, Naruto did so without a hesitation. With a slight nod, Madara focused on the wall before him, a look of concentration on his face. Extending his arms, his palms hovered over the plain surface, hands still as only a ninja could accomplish. Then, with a slight movement, he sank his hands into the plane, hands invisible, seeming as if they had been cut off and appearing as if his arms began at the wrist. "What the?!" Naruto exclaimed, not bothering to censor his slang.
With a satisfied smirk, Madara then extended his 'hands' apart from each other, forming a 'Y' shape. Continuing to do this, Naruto noticed that the walls began to give way, and disappear right before his eyes. Within a matter of seconds, an oval like doorway was carved out of the wall. Though carved was not the right word seeing as how the edges of the entryway pulsed and morphed ever so slightly, almost like water washing up to shore; ebbing this way and that. Naruto's mouth dropped. How in the hell...?
Dropping his left hand, Madara gave Naruto his right, palm facing up. Realizing he meant for him to grab it, Naruto composed himself and took it. Closing it, Madara led them through the entryway. Once all the way through, Madara turned around, and with and audible 'pop!' closed the portal.
Not one to pay Uchiha's many compliments, Naruto couldn't help but remark on what he had just experienced. "That...was. Amazing."
All but puffing up his chest, Madara gave him a cocky smile. "The Uchiha family strives to be the most innovative when it comes to security systems." Madara answered, almost as if reciting some creed.
Naruto could only nod, head still in a jumble trying to figure out how they could possibly do that. Not supplying her with any sort of answer, Madara continued walking. Naruto slowly followed, taking in the sights around him. What he spotted immediately was just how grand everything was. There were huge houses, almost mini-replicas of noble castles. They extended up to what seemed like three stories. How he had not spotted them while walking upon this compound he couldn't fathom how. Probably due to that fancy system of theirs. Beside each buildings were smaller architectures, filled with shinobi of all walks of life, either sharpening a kunai or bandaging a wounded comrade. The shops for lack of a better word, had no doors and had men and Naruto was happy to see, couple of women, walk in and out of them regularly. It appeared as if they had combined a clinic, a weapon's station, and a briefing room all into one. Sensing her impeding questions, Madara began to play the tour guide.
"What you see is Quarter One. The tall structures you can observe are the houses of some of the highest esteemed Uchiha families. They are mostly owned by the families more commonly involved with shinobi life, they also double up as dojos and special training rooms in which enclosed perimeters are necessary. The smaller structures next to them are what we call the tactic rooms. There, according to what type of mission, shinobi are sent and briefed as well as debriefed on their assignments. Any injuries acquired during or after their missions are also dealt with there."
Continuing with his self-assigned role, Madara led Naruto past Quarter One. Nodding and acknowledging the greetings of his fellow brethren and comrades. Some of the younger men were not as concentrated on Madara and would shout curious questions to Naruto, to which Madara only waved off. "Pay them no heed, it is rare a civilian comes into this district." Madara said blandly, but either way picked up his pace ever so slightly. Oooh, someone doesn't want me talking to people. Thought Naruto with an urge to cause a scene. Maybe...later.
A short walk had them passing this section, accompanied by a few more inquisitive looks; of which surprised Naruto. Whenever a hot young piece of ass entered any ninja camp he had ever been or had been transferred to, catcalls and explicit comments would always be shouted at the new comer. The men would fall over themselves for the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the secretary, messenger, newbie, or whoever had been suckered into coming into that part of the village. Although shinobi were trained assassins, it did not been they didn't like to let loose once in a while. Nevertheless, Naruto was impressed by their control; he didn't know if it was because 'this woman' was with Madara, or because that's how all Uchiha men were, but it was still pretty notable. Guess they've been uptight their whole fuckin' existence. Naruto thought shrewdly. It was not smart to keep all that bottled in, especially with hot-blooded young men and women. Although, he did notice a few men obviously checking her out, not exactly ogling, but just this side of it. Shrugging it off, he continued walking past Quarter One. They then reached what Naruto assumed was Quarter Two, which Madara confirmed. This area was slightly less populated, but still bustling with active ninja.
It had a more muted feel to it, to which Madara replied it was due to it being where all the financial issues were handled, concerning mission payments and other services such as their police force. This area had a more typical look to it, with small, bland intimate buildings side by side. Having not much more to say, they walked on. Looking at the young Uchiha next to him, Naruto noticed he seemed more relaxed, and if possible, with a more confident stride to his step. He wondered why for a split second then he came to a quick conclusion. He's home. Naruto smiled. It was hard to believe that this future psychopath had some humane qualities, though they were few. Noticing her observations he cocked an eyebrow at her, the trademark Uchiha, 'What?'
Shaking his head at the unspoken question, Naruto continued on the tour. After a few seconds Madara resumed his guiding; stopping in front of an area with elaborate houses side by side. "Lastly, this is Sector Three, the sleeping quarters. Your room is on the far right, it is an lavish room filled with more than you can bother with. There should be no problem accommodating you with bedding and board, if you follow me I can show you exactly where you will be staying." sighing happily, Naruto slumped slightly. Though it was barely past three, he couldn't help but feel tired. I mean he was all for sleeping in trees, hell, it was what he did when he was bored. But having no choice in the matter had taxed this feminine body more than he was used to. Not to mention the extra curves he now carried were hard to deal with at times. Especially breasts. Damn did he love them, but it was just not cool to carry them around himself. He would get random back aches or they would get awkwardly tender and not to mention sensitive. Whatever had transformed his body was more real than any Orioke no Jutsu he had ever performed.
Leaving his musings, he only heard the end of what sounded like a questions. "Huh?" He replied smartly.
"I said if you would like me to show you your lodgings or if you would like to accompany me to a small event first?" Madara said with slight annoyance, but with a touch of hopefulness.
"You know, I would be glad to, but a nap sounds just too good right now." Answered Naruto, unaware of Madara's tone, or the way his face slightly dropped in disappointment.
"Very well, this way." He said blandly.
After passing by the first few homes, Naruto started to become more and more sleepy. The sound of a warm and comfy bed was seriously the best news he had heard all week. After what seemed an eternity, they reached a grouping of homes that were slightly separated from the rest, they were if only a bit bigger and with more garnishments than was necessary. Heading towards the first one in the group, they walked up the few steps to the doorway. Seeing as this house was more traditional, Madara slid open the shoji door and guided Naruto in. Naruto couldn't help but whistle. It was a huge place with what he guessed had to have at at last four rooms. It was decorated with a deep red with accents of gold. Looking at Madara for permission, to which he nodded, Naruto inspected the house. There were three rooms to be exact, all similarly laid out with a large and fluffy futons, a fancy dresser, a vanity, and what he assumed was the door to the closet. There was the main living room to which they had walked into that had couches and tables and all that was to be expected. There was also a smaller dining room, but with no kitchen in sight. "I guess I'll just go out and eat everyday." He said softly. Overhearing him, Madara answered a split second later. "Meals will be prepared for you every morning, afternoon, and evening. There is no necessity for you to cook, but if you prefer to dine out then it is up to you."
Laughing, Naruto clapped elatedly, "Good, I am a horrible cook."
Choking internally, Madara "hn'ed." Why does that not surprise me?
With an expression of glee on her face, Naruto once again roamed the rooms, muttering something about picking the right one. Madara stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. What he had not mentioned to Naruto was that usually a servant or a lower ranking official did these type of things, not the possible heir to the clan. He had only been in this area twice, mainly because he had to pay a visit to a few diplomats which they had received. Other than that, he had never really wandered to this part of the compound, Sector Four was where the high council and inner family resided. It was also the sector in which they interrogated enemies and enacted the more grimy parts of their duty. He was not going to show Naruto that for obvious reasons. Although he knew Naruto had a idea as to what shinobi did, especially due to her training, he felt odd to expose her to that darker side of him. A side of him which he had never thought twice of or even concerned him, but now made him feel skiddish as to how she would react to it. If only she was a kunoichi, this would be much easier.
Though what he meant by 'this' he wasn't too sure, as with many things regarding Naruto, he pushed it off and decided not to think too heavily on it. Just as he was done with the subject of her reaction, he could not help but think of their earlier entanglement. When she had genuinely instilled an unease in him he only reserved for highly skilled shinobi. She had shown such skill, such finesse, that he had pegged her as one to begin with. Surely someone who had been trained in such a way had to know the reality of ninja life. Right?
Sighing deeply he leaned against the living room wall, but noticing that it had been quite some time since he had heard her utter anything he decided to go investigate. Not normal for Naruto-san. Calling out her name, he was met with silence. Grunting with exasperation he went to find her. Heading down the hallway he entered the first room, only for it to be empty. He continued this for the next room with the same results. Finally reaching the last and smallest room, he slid open the shoji door, yet he still didn't see Naruto. Confused, he was about to close the door when he heard soft breathing. Walking past a privacy changing screen, he looked towards the bed to find Naruto passed on on top of the covers, arms and legs splayed without a care. "Of course." He whispered to the room. Walking over he was about to wake her when he stopped himself. Wherever she had spent these last few nights, they must have taken a toll on her body. Quenching the rare wave of guilt that was about to engulf him, hi looked down and took her in. It was was strange to see her so docile. The effects of sleep played such an illusion on her, to think that this soft, feminine face was full of such a quick wit and sharp tongue. How can one woman be so striking? And Heavan's, those eyes. He thought, he had never seen anything quite like them, and like he had mentioned before, eyes were a big thing for Uchihas. That was the only thing that was sleep did not compliment her in, the eyes that she used with such expressions completed her character. Noticing the faint, faint scars once again, he reached out in curiosity. What could have caused these? Freezing, he forced his hand to drop and decided it was time to leave.
Sliding the door close he exited the home, and came face to face with deep, soulless eyes.
"Father."
Staying silent, Tajima replied.
"Son."
Silence.
"She is a diplomat's daughter and the newly appointed assistant to Naoki-san." Tajima stated more than asked.
Madara nodded.
"Ah. Well. When she has settled in. I do expect to see her for dinner."
Before Madara could object, his father was gone in a blur of movement.
Groaning, Madara looked up into the clouds. This, he was not expecting.
Aaaand there you go! Hope you liked it! I didn't know if Madara's dad had a name so I googled it, lol, that's about all I know from the current story line. .
So R&R and hope you guys have aaaamazing weekend!
Con amor,
~miscmist