Final chapter! If you've actually read this whole thing, good for you! Not many people have dealt with my randomness so well!
Disclaimer: Hopefully, you've gotten the point by now…If I own Naruto, then Kissame isn't a fish…
-Around a random campfire out in the woods-
"And then, Akatsuki showed up and were like, 'You're not Itachi-san!' and I beat them all up and saved Sasuke-teme! Then Sakura-chan and Ino-pig were like 'Naruto is so much cooler than Sasuke! We love you Naruto-kun'-" he jabbered.
"We would never say that!" Sakura and Ino shouted as they both punched him in the head.
"A hula girl? I doubt it!" huffed Temari. "And Gaara would die (again…) before letting me shove him into a bear costume!"
"What ever happened to that bear anyway?" Gaara asked thoughtfully. (a/n: yeah…I know…I know… OOC…)
"I always wondered about that…" Kankoru added.
"Onii-chan! You aren't good at telling stories…" Konohamaru said crossing his arms.
"Yeah, this is definetly the last time we ever let you tell a story!" added Sakura. "Like any of that would ever happen!"
"But," Naruto stuttered while the fire crackled.
Kakashi suddenly ran by holding a cookie. "Cookie!" Orochimaru was close behind chasing after him still in the straight jacket. "MINE! MICHAEL JACKSON'S COOKIE!"
"Let's never mention this again…" Temari suggested quietly and everbody nodded in agreement.
Alright! I'm all done! My second story ever! First complete one! I hoped you liked it!
Arigatou! –RAMENLVR15-