Jeez that was tiring. Very tiring. Ah well. I'll soon know wether or not it was worth it, right?
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not have the priviledge of owning Naruto... Or Jiraya... Or Tsunade... You get the point.
Maybe you should just miss it. It would be infinitely fun to see his that idiot's frantic face. Again. I really never get tired of it.
Naruto almost collided with the telephone pole in front of him. Kyuubi had woken up. Again.
Shut up. Ow. That hurt.
But it would be fun. You know it would. You just won't admit it.
No. It. Would. Not.
Well, could you make it quick? It's bad enough being in your mind all the time. Living your annoying life. But having to hear you tell it all over again to that idiot? Look, you don't even need them. I mean, if you'd listen to me a bit more often...
I said, Shut up!
If you'd listened to me that little brainless raven would never have almost killed you.
SHUT UP!
Oh, you don't like thinking about that do you? How he betrayed you and left with-
"Shut Up!" Naruto screamed. He was panting with effort, trying to get the bijuu out of his mind. He suddenly realised people were staring at him. But as soon as he looked up, they looked away suddenly, as if they hadn't seen anything, and continued on their way. Those who weren't already there quickly crossed to the other side of the road, so as not to approach Naruto.
Damn, he thought. He could mostly manage to keep conversations with Kyuubi in his head, but when the bijuu started playing with him the way he just had, it was hard for him to keep control. He started walking again slowly. And then he looked at his watch.
"Shit!" He'd forgotten what he was running for. Iruka was going to kill him.
I wouldn't let him. That pleasure is reserved to another person. Although he isn't any good at it.
"Do you know how to be quiet?" Naruto muttered aloud, which was against good sense ans all his reasoning, but Kyuubi was really getting on his nerves. More than usual.
Well, admit it, I do help you. A lot. I mean, after all, I wouldn't want my container to look like a bloody fool, would I? It would just ruin my reputation. But even with me helping, you manage to make a damn right fool of yourself in every situation.
Whatever
Not much of a conversationalist are you? Not anymore. Not since Sasu-
SHUT UP!
Kyuubi didn't continue, startling Naruto completely. Then again, the Bijuu probably didn't want his "container" to break down completely. He shook his head and continued running, quickly getting closer to the Ichiraku ramen stand.
Seeing the stand, and Iruka waiting for him, annoyed and anxious, Naruto immediately cheered up. As Iruka saw Naruto, he seemed deeply relieved.
"Naruto! Where were you?
"Shizune kept me for ages." Naruto panted back, "So if you want to blame anyone, blame her!"
You know, to me, and him, it sounds like you're basically admitting I got tired of leaving you alone... You could be a little less obvious. It really wouldn't hurt.
Naruto chose to ignore the annoying demon and to talk to Iruka instead, seeing as the later (obviously agreeing -unconsciously- with Kyuubi) was looking at him with a mixture of disbelief and worry.
"So, how was your morning?"
"Alright..." Iruka answered slowly. After that, they sat down, ordered, ate (a lot in Naruto's case, much less in Iruka's), and chattered merrily. Naruto even managed to ignore Kyuubi's sly remarks, keeping a completely normal demeanor (for him anyway).
Naruto was walking down the street heading for one of the mansions which was at the bottom of the lane. He felt slightly out of place whenever he came near here, but he knew it would be fine. He was about to meet the others. The jinchuuriki, that is. He wasn't actually sure how many would come. He knew Gaara would be there, and so would Fara, but for the others, he wasn't quite sure
You're being watched... started Kyuubi, making Naruto jump again.
It's funny, he thought, You'd think it wouldn't surprise me so much anymore
Yes... You really do make a fool out of yourself every time... Did you even listen to what I said
No... I try not to as a general rule. Kyuubi growled. Naruto smirked. Kyuubi 32 152, Naruto 5.
I said, the demon sounded strained and annoyed (that's a bad thing, especially for a demon), you are being followed.
Actually, you said I was being watched. Score! Naruto 6.
The demon had been at him for so long, it was really time he made up for it. Those thoughts were blown out of his head -through his ears in case you were wondering how- when the bijuu inside him roared. Naruto had to put his hands to his head and sit down it hurt so much. He was definitely going to have a migraine.
Not far away, a pair of eyes watched the blonde's movements, Curiously, silently and in peace, having been forgotten by both the demon and it's container. For the latter the moment would quickly be forgotten, pushed aside by some more pressing matters (food, for instance), but the man would have no such luck with the demon. Demons seemed to have an exceptional memory, was unfortunately rather troubling.
He didn't know why the blond suddenly collapsed (then again, the blond was uniquely complicated), but he felt sure that the Demon had noticed him, even if Naruto hadn't.
Because, even if Naruto didn't actually make sense of anything he saw (if this was because he didn't want to, couldn't be bothered , or just plain couldn't, no one knew), the bijuu inside of him was sure to analyze every little piece of information that came into the blonde's head.
The only question that was really worth asking was whether the demon would bother to tell his container what he had missed. The man watching could be sure. Because he didn't know what would happen to the demon when Naruto died. Would the demon die too? Or would he be freed? The man sighed. the only was to know for sure would be to kill Naruto. Or one of the others.
A man clad all in black sat back into the big chair that strongly resembled a throne. Any other person would have looked out of place sitting in the "armchair" made of wood, carved with designs of snakes and skulls, but this man seemed to belong there.
Although the chair would suggest otherwise, the rest of the chamber was modern. It seemed to have all the things you would have found in a hospital. Except that this place was not white, apart from a few objects that unfortunately for our dark character, did not come in any other colour than pure, innocent white. He did his best to change that.
"My Lord." A voice came. The man on the chair looked slightly annoyed for an instant.
"What is it Kabuto?" His tone clearly said that he did not want to be disturbed at the moment.
"I have come to report on the-"
"Where is he?" The man interrupted. One might have thought there was no reason for this individual to hate pale colours. His skin seemed to be the essence of white. Kabuto did not answer.
"Where. Is. He?" Lord Orochimaru asked again.
"he has not returned yet." Kabuto said, looking down at his feet. Orochimaru was not something he liked to behold when he did not have good news to report.
"Go on then. Report." Orochimaru said, his voice obviously terribly angered.
"It has failed. Again..." Kabuto would have a lot of calming to do.
The blond woman sat down, looking at her watch. She then proceeded to inspect the appliances on her desk once again. Her computer, her pens, her papers... Too many papers, too many pens. After having decided yet again to clean up her desk, she stood and went to the window. Why wouldn't that idiot ever be on time?
Outside Tsunade's office, Shizune was working. Which is why she didn't notice when two very spiky-haired men and a dog came through the door and walked up to her desk.
A "Hey there!" was what made her look up. One of the men had grey spiky hair, and the other, black spiky hair.
"Hello" she answered with a very professional voice which every-Secretary-digne-de-ce-nom must have 1. "can I help you?"
"Well, if you could tell me where to find a blond woman who just happens to have a very prominent chest, I think that would help a lot."
"Have you got an appointment?" The secretary persisted using that voice, which very much got on the little dog's nerves. His two masters didn't enjoy it much either.
"Just tell her that Jiraya's here will you?"
"And Kiba!" the younger man almost yelled. There was a bark. The other man sighed before adding:
"And Akamaru." Shizune, like any other proper Secretary would have done, almost jumped out of her skin.
"You can't have dogs in here!" she cried in a very distressed manner, which made both men want to throw Akamaru out of the window to come to the young -and pretty- damsel in distress' aid.
"Ir's all right Shizune." The blond woman had come out of her office.
"Doctor Tsunade!" Shizune exclaimed, obviously even more greatly distressed at not having been able to contain the situation than she was because of the dog's presence.
"Tsunade!" yelled Jiraya. "How did you know we were here?" For some reason, he continued yelling. (I wonder why?)
"Because, you are. There isn't usually this much ruckus in the hospital. Only you could do that. Now come in." Jiraya grumbled and sulked while proceeding into the director's office. As kiba followed him, he turned to stop him.
"Stay outside Kiba. Or you'll regret it." Then he whispered "she'll beat you up if you come." The younger mans hied away, and let the door close without entering. Although thin was abnormal behavior for him, he deemed it to be necessary.
"Sit down." Tsunade ordered. Jiraya would would usually have played and joked around for a while before getting to business, sat down and looked at her seriously.
"You know what I want." He said.
"Yes. I do." Tsunade sighed.
"I"ll have more of a chance of getting at him if I understand what he did Tsunade."
"I know. But they trust me. They trust me not to tell anyone."
"This is a police investigation. I will not tell anyone, and you know it. Besides, it will be better for all of them if that bastard is caught."
"But Naruto..."
"Don't pull that shit on me. Naruto want him caught and behind bars more than anyone else does. And all the others want what Naruto want, basically. So, no problem." Silence filled the room. Tsunade sighed again.
"Alright."
1 That's a french expression it means, literally worthy of that name. I couldn't find anything in english that fit, so there you are, stuck with french.
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