Naruto's Weakening Seal and the Darkness Shinobi :

Part I of the Darkness Chronicles

Written by Entei Artist, Devdog47, and Senacku

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This story is written in three perspectives. Kyoka is written by Devdog47, Natari is written by Senacku, and Mikomi is written by Entei Artist. Chapters will have different writing styles because of the variation of authors.

Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto, nor its characters, places, etc., etc.

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Chapter 12

Told by Mikomi Miyako

After Kyoka had told us to get what we needed, I rushed back to my home. I smiled when I walked through the front door – everything was as I left it, neat, clean, and organized (which is the opposite of what I can say for Natari's house. It looks like a pigpen.) I liked my house – it wasn't that big, only moderately larger than the usual one because I was a Jounin. Besides, I would have to hire a maid to take care of such a big house, and I sure as crap wouldn't want anyone handling my stuff unsupervised.

Closing the ornamented shoji door behind me, I walked into my bedroom. It consisted of a small bed, a nightstand, a rug, a dresser, and a table with papers of my writings and drawings. I grinned fondly at them, remembering how I used to slave hours over a drawing to perfect it or how I would search the whole entire house for a book that would contain the right word for a story I was writing. But that was all past – I was a Jounin now, and missions were the most important thing in my life. As I fumbled around in attempt to find the things that I needed, I heard one of my papers fall to the ground. I glanced over it, blushing to find a pair of red eyes staring at me. I put it away quickly.

I took one of my small notebooks, a few pencils, and a pencil sharpener and stuffed them in my bag. Hmmm… what to take? I proceeded to place a few changes of clothing and a couple of books in there as well.

Deciding that it was enough, I made my way to my weapon storage room. As the light flickered on, it highlighted weapons of all kinds – kunai, shuriken, scrolls, swords, staffs (although I wasn't thoroughly trained with them), and vials of poison with their respective antidotes. The walls were pasted with charts and graphs and the shelves that stood against the left wall carried volumes upon volumes of books on ninja training and chakra control. I took several kunai and shuriken, and also a few scrolls. Deciding the poison would probably come in handy; I took a vial and its antidote. I checked the bag to see if I still had my sword with me.

As I got to the kitchen, I opened all of the cabinets. I packed some ramen that had not been already devoured by Natari, that pig. I also stocked up on some riceballs and canned food, and refilled my canteen. I smiled as I slipped a bottle of sake into my sack.

I locked the door on my way out and started walking to the village gates. There I chatted with Natari for a while until everyone came, and we got Natari so angry that she yelled something. But I didn't really pay attention.

Once we were out of the village gates, we headed the path that we took when we came. We were careful not to pass the same river where the poison was put, just in case Itachi and the gay guy were camping there.

Natari seemed a little mad for the first hour or so, so I talked to Kyoka instead. Thank the gods above she didn't mention Itachi. After a while, Natari cooled down a bit and talked with her boyfriend.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. "I'm hungry!" Naruto and Natari whined in unison.

"Oh, crap, now we have to feed two whiney-mouths. I thought Natari was bad enough by herself, but I was obviously wrong," I told Kyoka.

"Hey!" Natari said, pouting.

"Defending your boyfriend, are you?"

"Shut up! He's not my boyfriend!"

"Really?"

"Well, at least I don't love Itachi!"

I would put down what we said for the next thirty minutes, but it was mostly a repeat of the above. She says something, I call Naruto her boyfriend, and she gets defensive and accuses me of loving Itachi. I'm pretty sure Eureka, Naruto, and Kyoka were bored to death by the end.

We settle down in a meadow by a small pond for dinner. Eureka spread out a blanket on the grass so ants wouldn't bite us. "What are we going to eat?" Natari whined. "We don't have anymore ramen left!"

"Yeah!" added Naruto.

I grinned evilly. "Oh, Natari! I have these cups of ramen, and I don't know what to do with them!"

She narrowed her eyes. "What do you want for them?"

I mocked the expression of shock. "Why would you say that? I'm only trying to do you a favor!"

"Like the crap you would."

"Oh, you know me all too well!" I exclaimed, and lost the fake expression on my face. "Well, I suppose I could give you these. But what will I get in return?"

"Hmmm… I don't know," Natari said, frowning. "I only brought along soldier pills. I was out of everything else."

I smiled. "I guess I can afford to be a good friend today," I said and set up my portable stove. I poured some 'water' on a bowl, and when it was heated, I poured the steaming water into the ramen cup.

"Thanks!" said Natari as I handed her the plastic container. She proceeded to gobble it all up, too fast to be considered good manners.

"What about me?" Naruto asked, pouting.

I faked a sigh. "Well, we can't have you starving," I told him and poured the rest of the water in another ramen cup.

He sniffed the aroma of the ramen as I handed it to him. "Did you get a flavor other than chicken? It doesn't smell like chicken."

"It's probably pork. I don't eat chicken ramen much," I told him, unconcerned.

I watched with a smile as they ate their noodles as fast as they could. Oh, wait till they see what I have planned for them.

As I dug out some canned vegetables and some riceballs, Kyoka tapped me on the shoulder. "Can I have some water? I forgot to refill when we were back in the village, and I don't want to drink any of this nasty pond water," she said.

"Sorry," I said, pointing at my empty canteen, "I don't have any water. But I do have some sake, if you want."

"Sake? Then what did you use for Natari's and Naruto's ramen?" Eureka asked.

"What do you think?" I replied.

"Oh, no…" he mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Please don't tell me that…"

"What's done is done," I told them and gave a bright smile.

"Well, I guess a little sake won't hurt…" Kyoka said hesitantly. "Besides, I'm really thirsty."

"Okay," I told her, and handed her the bottle. "It's not that strong, but as I remember, you don't exactly have a strong alcohol tolerance."

"I'll be okay," she said, tipping the bottom of the bottle up. She made sure the opening didn't touch her mouth, since it was the last of our water. "It's only sake. What could possibly happen?"

"Mikomi," Natari called, her speech blurred by the sake. "My head feels kind of dizzy…"

"Me too," Naruto complained, his speaking matching Natari's.

I only stood there and grinned.

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End Notes: Another chapter done!