Author's Note: I have nothing against gays or straights. No offence intended; the writing of Kyuubi just got out of hand slightly.
Beta: Ancestral Romance
It Wasn't Me, It was the Voice
Chapter 6
Jiraiya nervously tapped his fingers on the countertop while he waited for the chef to make him a cup of coffee. October twenty second. Cairo. Egypt. The ominous meeting. What was he going to do? Obviously this stranger had the answers to his questions, and possibly the solution to the problem- but what was the best course of action?
Just get on the plane and go? Hope for the best?
What about Naruto?
Should he tell someone? Whocould he tell?
What if he were to die in Egypt? Someone should know the truth.
So many possibilities and none of them were particularly appealing.
"Sir, your coffee." The chef carefully placed the steaming mug in front of him. "Is there anything else I can get you, sir? "
Distractedly, Jiraya waved him off.
As much as he just wanted answers, he knew he had to think very carefully about his situation. He had Naruto to think about this time; he needed someone to assume his role in talking to Kabuto, monitoring the medication intake, and to take updates from Asuma and Kurenai. It was lot to ask of someone and he couldn't just hire anyone to do it. But he couldn't just pull one of his workers and give them a list; the person had to understand the delicacy of the situation and not to take it lightly.
He resolved to tell someone the entire story. But who?
Kabuto was out of question because of the sheer fact that he was paid to do whatever Jiraiya wanted, in regards to Naruto. Already, he proved to be distrustful.
Asuma and Kurenai were employed by the hospital.
Iruka already thought he should have given up ages ago and would without a doubt insist that he take someone with him.
That left a fair few, but none that he didn't pay. Unless he phoned Kakashi.
"Sir?"
He turned around to see Sebastian, Naruto's personal butler standing there; back straight, suit clean, and pocket watch neatly tucked away.
"What is it?"
"I just wanted to inform you Sir, that Naruto has just left for school. He seemed a bit down today. When Jiraiya asked he mumbled something along the lines of "shit-faced and fucking reading."" His gaze flicked uncomfortably at the course language. "Forgive me sir. But after what happened last night I strongly believe he is in need of a tutor. A good one."
Jiraiya raised an interested eyebrow. Neither Asuma, nor Kurenai, had mentioned anything about a tutor, so why has the butler? Granted, he had the sneaking suspicion that Sebastian cared more for Naruto and was more observant than he let on but still; needing a tutor is something that at least one of the guards should have noticed."What happened last night?"
"It would appear to me that he struggles with basic skills, Sir."
"Such as?"
"Reading, penmanship- he's reasonable at maths but it's...it could be improved. And Sir, forgive me, but he doesn't even know that the Earth rotates around the sun."
Jiraiya turned to fully face Sebastian and sipped his coffee, eyeing the butler over the rim of the mug. After a few seconds, he spoke. "I was informed that he is passing all of his classes."
"He is Sir, I'm not arguing that point."
"Then tell me why you think that my godson needs a tutor when his caretakers haven't even mentioned it."
Sebastian glanced at the space over his employer's head and silently prayed for strength. "Last night, when he was revising, he spent exactly one hour and five minutes reading exactly three pages of the book 'Night'. I can assure you that the book is not written in Shakespeare or any complicated prose to warrant that amount of time for three pages."
Jiraiya nodded, seeing his point.
"He has also asked me numerous times to pronounce basic words and explain to him the definition. Simple words, Sir. Like February."
Jiraiya sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. Could things get anymore complicated? And why hadn't anyone told him how dim Naruto really is?
"I'm only concerned." Sebastian continued, mistaking Jiraiya's silence for annoyance. "Naruto isn't...stupid. Just incredibly ignorant. And an excellent actor, if I may say so."
"How do you mean?"
Slightly taken aback by the question, Sebastian's eyebrows rose in surprise before he schooled his features once again. "That I didn't notice his...callowness,for a while. I simply thought he wanted to be an excellent student sir- until I was packing his bag for him and saw most of his work had...terrible scores on them. And that both of his female friends have been giving him a lot of extra notes and have been reviewing with him so that he manages to just scrape by."
"And how do you know this?"
"Their handwriting is all over his notes and they give him extra practice pages that they write out for him." He answered quickly. "I really don't mean to pry into his business, but I am...concerned."
"As am I." He sighed and rolled his neck. "Congratulations, Sebastian. You are now, not only Naruto's personal butler, but his tutor as well. You will get paid as such and I expect you to take your new position with grace and integrity. You will start this afternoon."
OOO
"Hey, Naruto." Hinata greeted as she strolled up the walkway up to the school building. Within seconds she was matching his stride.
"Good morning, Hinata." He glanced nervously at her. Did they tell her what happened? Is she mad at him? Does she know anything?
"Play it cool, kid! Don't act so fucking guilty! And even if you did something wrong-which you didn't-she doesn't fucking own you! You reserve the right to-"
"Naruto, are you okay?" Hinata asked worriedly, gently grabbing his arm. "You look sick."
"I know you've been complaining about a headache- but if you even think about throwing up on this woman I will find a way to skin you alive boy."
Naruto shifted and shrugged awkwardly. "I'm fine, Hinata. Just…"
She frowned at him shrugging her off and pulled back her hand to play with strands of her hair. "Are you nervous?" She fished. "About the English test?"
"We have an English test today?"
Naruto resisted the urge to correct Kyuubi; who loved to group himself with Naruto and instead, he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I uh...Night is...it's tough book." He finished lamely then nearly sighed with relief when Ino appeared at his side one arm looped through his own.
"Hey! Naruto, Hinata." She greeted cheekily. "Today's cold right? I had two cups of coffee-that's how cold it is."
If there's one thing he's learned, he can depend on, it was Ino's ability to talk. And talk. And talk. She can prattle on for hours about any and everything without any encouragement from him. All he had to do was nod at the appropriate times and occasionally make a humming sound as though he truly understood. He never did.
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Soon enough, it was morning study hall in the lunch room; he had it with the guys, but he was nervous about seeing them after Friday's incident. Even though they all slept over and left sometime Saturday,he didn't see or hear from them. Strategically, he was kept away from them and he knew it. But that didn't excuse the fact that none of them tried to call or text him at all over the weekend.
"Relax, kid. We aren't going after the guys, so stop acting like a jilted lover…It's fucking creepy."
"I'm not acting like a jilted lover!" Naruto hissed as he sank into a chair, bag tossed carelessly on the tabletop in front of him.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Kyuubi, one that made him gasp. "Kid...kid you aren't gay, are you?" He asked, desperation and dread evident in his resounding voice. "Is that why you like being Ino's favorite little pet? I saw this on one of those tele-vison shows-a gay one. The pretty blonde always has a gay best friend!"
Naruto groaned and rubbed his face, knuckles digging into his eye sockets. "I'm not gay, you stupid demon!" He muttered, exasperated with Kyuubi's ridiculous assumptions and antics. It wasn't the first time Kyuubi presumed something about Naruto's body and personality, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. It was, however, the first time he questioned his sexual preference.
"Are you?!"
"For the last time, no!" Naruto hissed and looked up just in time to see Kiba and Sasuke walk into the cafeteria with Shikamaru, as always, trailing behind. They immediately sought him out and walked over.
Wordlessly, they slid into the chairs beside him and built a small barricade against the teachers with their backpacks. Beside Sasuke, Shikamaru sat down and threw his bag down on the table as well, allowing several tins of Red Bull to roll out. Silently Sasuke grabbed two and handed them to Naruto and Kiba.
"Sorry about your Mom being a teacher." Kiba spoke as he opened the can and took a drink. "That must really suck. How much trouble did you get in?"
"Now that he mentions it, we really didn't get in trouble at all did we?" Kyuubi mused idly. "This conversation about you being gay isn't finished by the way. Later, we will further discuss why it is exactly that you fancy men more than the gorgeous women walking around. Got it?"
"We would have called, but thought it would only get you in more trouble." Shikamaru shrugged at him.
Naruto rolled his eyes dramatically and covered his face, swearing. On top of having a mild headache and feeling exhausted; Kyuubi now thought him gay. Can this day get any worse?
"You know...I don't think they're mad at us..." Kyuubi remarked, already switching topics.
"You mean me." Naruto mumbled under his breath, forgetting that Kiba was seated right beside him.
"Exactly!" Kiba nodded. "We knew you would have gotten in the worst out of us all. Especially since your butler and maid...maids...butlers-how many of them do you have in that place anyway?"
Confused, Naruto glanced at Kiba and Sasuke then down at the red bull in his hands. "Guys, I'm sorry about what happened."
"Don't be." Sasuke cut him off. "Not your fault."
"It would have been nice to know your mother was a teacher, but I get it." Kiba elbowed him. "It's fucking embarrassing. No wonder you didn't want to come initially. But we understand. You have our pity, you idiot." He laughed and hung his arm around Naruto's neck. "But really man, thanks for letting us get sober at your place. Your Mom is amazingly chill for a teacher, by the way; I mean she seems strict as hell with you, but she didn't even check on us. She sent the damn maid."
"Yeah, thank your parents for not ratting us out and taking such good care of us." Shikamaru gave him a slight smile. "We seriously appreciate it. They even set us up with a driver to send us home the next day. They may have you on a short leash, but they are….understanding.."
"I really can't believe these idiots think those idiots are our parents." Kyuubi mused quietly.
"So if I was treated like royalty, I can only imagine how they fawned over their baby boy." Kiba squeezed his elbow, pulling Naruto uncomfortably closer. "That's why they never came around isn't it? They were too busy cooing over you!"
"Actually they made Sebastian give me medicine to make me throw up." Naruto muttered darkly, but Kiba heard him.
"Oh shit…" He released his grip. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think you drank that much."
"We didn't, dumbass."
Sasuke snorted and took a sip of his drink. "You must be a lightweight."
"By the way," Shikamaru ignored Sasuke's remark and leaned around him. "We don't tell the girls what happened. We never tell the girls."
Eagerly, Sasuke nodded and quickly swallowed his mouthful. "Yeah. They get on all their high horses and start stuffing pamphlets everywhere. It's irritating." He shook his head with a sigh. "Last time I found one pinned to my boxers. How the fuck did they get in my boxers?"
OOO
Jiraiya paced the length of his office, periodically glancing at the large clock hanging on the wall. It was only ten in the morning, but he had to act fast before Naruto came home. October twenty second was only days away; five to be exact. He needed to set things up before Naruto found out and he left.
The only viable option left would be Kakashi; as much as he hated to drag the man into this, there was no other option. Iruka could do it, but he wouldn't take it as seriously as he knew Kakashi would. And in event that something happened to him, he needed someone that would try to fix his mistakes; and see about Naruto the way he tended to the boy.
If he died in Egypt there would be a lot of loose ends and gaps in his bank account. He needed someone to be able to explain that all away, and an attorney wouldn't do. Not where Naruto was involved.
Steeling his nerves, he picked up the phone on his desk and dialed Kakashi's cell phone number. After a few rings he picked up, his voice low and slow. Clearly he was just lazing around.
"Hello?"
"Kakashi?"
"Jiraiya? Yes?"
"Can you come over? I need to talk to you."
There was some shuffling and distorted noise before he answered. "I can be there by lunch."
"Great." He sighed, relieved. "Great- thank you."
OOO
"Kakashi, you know that I've been tracing every possible lead that can possibly help with Naruto's situation. Right?" They sat in Jiraiya's office facing the large pane of windows with the curtain's drawn open to let in the lunch time sun. Between them on a small table sat two glasses, an ice bucket and a newly opened bottle of Kentucky Bourbon.
Upon entering the room Kakashi had shucked his jacket carelessly over one of the chairs and now sat in a simple dark blue button down and dark slacks. His hair remained uncombed. "Yes. Iruka has kept me informed."
Jiraiya however, had started out wearing a nice, pressed white shirt and dark brown suit. He now sat with the jacket forgone, slacks creased and shirt ruffled. He looked the exact picture of a man stressed. "Recently, one path led me to Egypt. To one of their private access libraries, I phoned and left a message for one of the supervisors. Shorty after, I received a phone call." He swallowed thickly. "It wasn't the supervisor I was expecting, this gentleman..." He took a bracing drink of whiskey. "This gentleman appears to have the answers. To everything."
Kakashi raised an eyebrow as he poured another drink for himself. "What do you mean to everything?"
"I mean what happened to Naruto, what that box contained...and maybe even how to save the kid from himself." He sighed. "He asked me to come to Egypt."
"I'll go." He automatically answered, and brought the glass to his lips, savoring the aroma before taking a sip.
"What?"
"I'll go in your place. I have more experience than you and though I haven't been to Egypt; I hear its very nice this time of year." Kakashi smiled and swirled his drink. "I imagine I might return with a tan."
"This isnt a vacation Kakashi; this man is-"
"Dangerous."
"Yes, but if there's even a sliver of chance that I can get some answers after all these years I won't risk anyone interfering."
"Jiraiya this isnt a joke; this man can be dangerous."
"Exactly. He is dangerous and he has the information that I need." He leveled his gaze at Kakashi. "Kakashi, I am asking you- as an old friend- to help me. Take care of Naruto while I'm gone."
Kakashi said nothing for a few seconds but nodded and closed his eyes. "I can't stop you from going...but Naruto is practically an adult. Plus he has that butler of yours. Why do you need me here?"
Jiraiya sighed at his acceptance, contented and leaned back. "Sebastian. He is a good worker. Does exactly what is asked of him and tries his best to help Naruto...but Naruto is a sly little teenager and even with Asuma and Kurenai watching him he can slip out of their grasp like a fox." He chuckled to himself. "I know you won't be able to stop him from doing something he really wants to do-I don't think anyone can stop the kid really-but it would put my mind at ease if you would stay here while I'm away."
OOO
Tiredly, Naruto trudged through the front door with Asuma and Kurenai at his heels. All he wanted was a nice hot bath and food before he curled up in bed to sleep. Groaning, he shrugged off his backpack and jacket then dropped them on the floor.
"Naruto…" Kurenai began her voice an odd mixture of sympathy and disgust. "Go...no stay and…" She glanced around while Asuma strolled into the kitchen without a backwards glance. "Dont touch anything-I dont even want to think about how dirty the car is." She sighed and waved him off. "Clean up. I don't care how."
"But I'm hungry…" He whimpered pathetically as his stomach gurgled loudly.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, opened her mouth to say something, but only shook her head instead.
"Kid, please tell me you've chosen bath first."
Naruto only groaned in response.
"I mean it. You need a bath. Normally I wouldn't give a flying shit but even I can feel how disgusting you are...I told you not to play football. Did you listen? Just because those two imbeciles asked you doesn't mean you have to agree, oh-intelligent-one." Kyuubi sighed then made a repulsed sound. "Is that fucking mud in your fucking shoe?!"
Naruto ignored him as he toed off his shoes and grimaced at the squelching sound as his foot slipped out of the shoe and onto the flooring. Almost immediately Sebastian was walking up, his thin face a poor veil of disgust.
"Sir, how was your day?" He asked stiffly, bending down on one keep to help Naruto remove the soiled sock. Obviously, he was completely disgusted by his charge. But because he is the fantastic butler he knows he is, he soldiered on.
"Fine. I can do it myself Sebastian."
"If there was ever a time to not argue boy, this would be it." Kyuubi hissed, disgust dripping with every word he spoke. "I get that you played to impress Hinata, but you were so fucking bad I dont even know what to say. Imagine that. ME. At a loss for words to describe how fucking terrible you were."
Sebastian ignored him and moved onto removing the other shoe. "Forgive me for asking, but how exactly did you get mud into your shoes?" He asked, one eyebrow raised, the shoe in question held aloft as mud splattered onto the clean flooring. His lips curled back in disgust but he stood up and tossed the ruined shoes on the ground and motioned for a maid.
"Sebastian my dear butler; even I don't know the answer. And I was there."
Naruto shrugged and pulled off his sweater to reveal the mud stained t-shirt. "I don't know...I was playing football."
"You play football?" Sebastian repeated, staring at the mud stained mess standing before him. Naruto was covered in head to toe in dried mud. Everything from his hair, chin, fingers and jeans was dosed in clumps of mud. "I...I had no idea you were athletically inclined, Sir."
"He isn't. Trust me."
"I just want to be clean."
"I completely agree." Sebastian nodded and waved at him to drop the sweater. "Into the bath you go."
OOO
Before entering the steaming bathroom Sebastian removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He had his work cut out for him with cleaning Naruto up in time for dinner with Jiraiya. By the time he entered the bathroom Naruto was already in the tub washing his face with soap.
"I can do it myself. Just stand there and turn your back." Naruto muttered, his eyes shut as he scrubbed his face and tried not to get soap in his eyes or mouth.
"You sure? I mean I saw mud behind our ears kid…and as forgiving as Hinata is I really don't think she'd be interested in a mud covered verson of us. Take it from me-women like a clean man."
Sebastian ignored him and shook his head as he knelt beside the bath, cloth in hand. "My apologies, Sir, but you are covered in dried mud and you missed a clump right here." He grabbed Naruto's head in one hand and forcefully dragged the soap covered cloth over his temples then showed the clumps of mud to Naruto. "I really do believe that you need my help this time."
"...Boy, let the man do his fucking job."
OOO
Dinner was not what Naruto expected. As soon as he walked into the room his gaze fell on Kakashi sitting at the chair opposite where he was to be seated, smiling. His silver-white hair was a mess but he was dressed impeccably; suite and tie.
"So this is why Sebastian insisted on dressing us up."
"Ah, there you are." Jiraiya smiled and beckoned him over.
As usual, Jiraiya wore a suite; making Naruto feel a little uncomfortable in his halfway buttoned white dress shirt and unbuttoned waist coat. Unconsciously, he tugged at his slacks and wished he at least wore the stupid belt Sebastian had chased him down the hall with.
"Well...don't you feel like an idiot...should have listened to that butler of yours."
Naruto resisted the urge to respond and instead, stiffly took his seat opposite Kakashi. "Hi...I didn't know you were here." He greeted uncomfortably as someone placed a hot dish of soup in front of him and poured water into his glass.
"We didn't want to disturb you; I heard you were playing football after school?" Jiraiya smiled over the rim of his glass. "Did you have fun?"
"Fun isn't the word I would use…Try humiliating. Painful? Uncomfortable?"
"Yeah, it was fun." Naruto muttered and avoided their was going to be a long dinner.
Half an hour later, when the main course a was finished and dessert was served, talk finally resumed by none other than Kakashi himself. "So, how are you doing Naruto?" He asked while tucking into his pudding.
"Fine. You?"
"...I wonder about you sometimes kid...in fact I wonder about you a lot."
"I'm doing well, thanks for asking."
"Sooo...Uncle...what is it that you do anyway?" Naruto asked, jumping on the chance. He's wondered almost his entire life what it is exactly Kakashi did; he's always seemed so mysterious and dodgy. Appearing whenever he felt like it, he was in nice suits and ties, sometimes he had nice cars or trucks. The man seemed to own everything and nothing at the same time.
"Yeah I'm curious too…hey you think he's one of those ninjas that we saw on the tv? Looks like one with all the dark clothing he wears."
Kakashi smiled politely and shrugged. "Nothing too important. I'm just a security officer."
"Really? Where?"
"For a company."
"Those are some pretty fucking evasive answers if you ask me." Kyuubi scoffed. "Next, he's going to say he's of the male persuasion and makes a decent wage."
"Anyway," Jiraiya cleared his throat and motioned for his glass to be refilled. "The reason Kakashi is here, is because I have something to tell you, Naruto." He leveled his gaze at Naruto, who immediately stopped eating and cowed; Jiraiya's eyes sometimes felt like they were searing into his very soul. While they never spoke of the demon after that one time when he first came into the house, every so often he would catch Jiraiya staring at him as though he were visually dissecting his very being. Right now was one of those times.
"I did NOT raise you to cower, boy!" Kyuubi shouted, enraged by Naruto's very action. "You sit up straight and look him in the eye! You listening to me kid?!"
Unconsciously, Naruto did as Kyuubi demanded; he feared Kyuubi far more than he feared Jiraiya.
"I have a business trip that I will be going on on Sunday. I know this is sudden, but it's not something I can pass off to another." Jiraiya spoke slowly, carefully. "I have asked Kakashi here to stay with you until I come back."
Naruto nodded slowly. What did it really matter to him? He knew Jiraiya had a life before him and it was only a matter of time before he resumed it. Kyuubi however, viewed things a little differently.
"Oh yes! Old man is OUT for a-how long did he say?"
"How long will you be gone?" Naruto voiced his question.
"I'm not too sure."
"Oh."
"Indefinite freedom! YEAH! We are going to have so much fun kid-just you wait!"
Naruto blanched at the thought of Kyuubi's fun; it always ended up with him in some sort of predicament. And most of them were rather hard to explain away.
"Kakashi will be in charge and you are to show him the same- if not more- respect that you show me." Jiraiya continued on.
Quickly, Naruto's eyes darted across the table at Kakashi to see him smile and nod in a friendly manner. For some reason it made a cold sweat break out on his skin. He knew that he had it good with Jiraiya in charge; he hardly checked up on him, he seemed to have unlimited access to this thing called a credit card and Asuma and Kurenai hardly cared what he did so long as it didn't land him in too much trouble. All of that might change with Kakashi in charge.
"Oh hot damn kid you just may be right on that one...the poor bastard looks like he really cares for us...he might put us on a leash-ask us about our day! He might want to fucking TALK to us!" Kyuubi's panic rang loud and clear in Naruto's head, making him cringe in pain.
"Is that okay? Naruto?" Kakashi's voice brought him back to the present.
He looked between them then nodded slowly. "Of course it's okay with me."
"Not like we get much choice do we?"
OOO
"Naruto, please." Sebastian massaged his forehead, trying to ward off the oncoming headache. Immediately after dinner he steered Naruto into his bedroom and sat him down at the small table, in front of his school books. If he was to be Naruto's butler and tutor, so be it. Even if it meant he would never again have his own personal life until he resigned...He shed an imaginary tear for his now completely dead love life and took a deep breath."Just think. You read the chapter, now just try. I'm sure you can do it if you just try."
Naruto scowled and petulantly folded his arms over his chest. They've been at it for over an hour now and barely any progress had been made. "I dont know! Why are you even doing this anyway? You've the butler not-not...I don't know!" He groaned and sunk down lower, his once white dress shirt now crinkled beyond belief.
"Who needs to learn these...literary themes anyway?" Kyuubi snorted. "Besides, Hinata was doing a better job than this butler-gone-teacher anyways."
Sebastian sighed and loosened his tie again; if he loosened it any further, it would be completely untied. He had already shucked his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows; dealing with Naruto was not an easy task, and though he cringed under his new job as tutor as well as butler; he was determined to succeed. But so far he didn't see any glimmer of hope. Naruto was just whining and complaining.
"I dont know! Why did that even happen anyway?!" He shouted and rubbed his eyes. "I dont even know what that-that Holo-causting was!"
At that the butler-tutor blinked. Naruto didn't know about the Holocaust? Is that even possible? It was then he decided that his personal life was well and truly dead.
OOO
That night, exhausted from the days events, Naruto lay in bed trying to sleep. Too bad Kyuubi had no intention of letting that happen just yet. As he tossed and turned and tried to settle in, Kyuubi began to speak.
"Boy. Boy you still up right?"
Naruto grunted and pulled the blanket up.
"So, what's this about you being gay, hm?"
"Oh for the love of the maker will you shut up? I'm not gay!" He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. "Goodnight."
"Oh no, this isn't over so quickly-I'm in you remember? I see exactly how much you want to fit in with those idiots Sasuke and Kiba and let me tell you kid; I don't see that same determination with Hinata. A female. One that you can have sex with and bear our fucking kids!"
Naruto held his tongue on remarking that he can still have sex with guys despite the fact that they are, well guys. "Kyuubi, please. Trust me on this one. I like Hinata."
"You also seem to like Ino as well."
"Well- you've seen her!" He defended hotly. True, he didn't like Ino the way he liked Hinata, but he wasn't about to deny the fact that Ino was one gorgeous female.
"Yeah. I also see how you look at Sasuke!"
"Oh- for fuck's sake, let it go!"
"No! I'm going to beat the gay out of you, if I have to!"
"I'm not gay!" Naruto hissed, his face growing red from anger. "I don't-goddamn you! I. Am. Not. Gay!"
"And I'm not convinced of your straightness! I'm taking over-shove over and relax kid, I'm going to prove to you that being straight is a hell of a lot more fun than being gay!" Kyuubi yelled and proceeded to try and muscle his way into control.
Someone suddenly knocked on the door. "You okay in there?" Asuma's muffled voice called though.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine!" Naruto struggled to answer back as sweat dripped down his spine, for once grateful for Asuma's noisiness. It gave him just enough time to shove Kyuubi back into his head and resume full control of his body and mind.
"You sure?"
"Yup!"
"Okay then." Asuma's voice sounded uncertain, but he left anyway.
"...This isn't over. We will have Hinata. And she will bear our children. Soon."
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