Meh, this is as tiring each time I do it. Then again, I was supposed to go to bed several hours ago... Whatever, I was going to make this chappie longer, But, as I mentioned, I'm tired. Very.

Tell me what you think... I don't know wether or not you like all that changing person stuff all the time, so really, it would be a great help. Thanks, and Enjoy.

Oh, I'd also like to thank the two people that have favorited my story. It is a great honour -bows low-. )

Disclaimer: Or Kiba... Or Shizune (ah, but I own her actions ! and her particularly srange behaviour!)... Or Akamaru...

As Naruto reached the door, still rubbing his head because of the headache Kyuubi had given him, it opened, seemingly on it's own. As he stepped in, hesitantly, it slammed behind him. Fara was usually there to greet him. Oh well. She was probably occupied.

He walked down the hall, running his fingers over the planked which covered the bottom part of the wall.

Inside his head, Kyuubi sighed, annoyed. Firstly, the boy feeling out of place got on his nerves. He shouldn't really. He'd been here often enough. Besides, none of the people here would hurt him, firstly, because it would never cross their mind to do so, and secondly, even if, for some unknown reason, they wanted to fight him, Kyuubi would never let them win.

The other thing that bothered him was the man that had been watching them. Well, watching Naruto anyway. Considering the blond idiot had distracted him, (he cursed the boy for actually managing to do that. The one time he actually needed to concentrate too!) he had no idea who the person was, what he had been doing, and he hadn't been able to catch on to the man's intentions. And this annoyed him considerably. He decided he would rest and leave Naruto to his own devices, even if it meant the blond would humiliate him in front of the other Bijuu. He'd probably wake up if anything important happened anyway. The blond was so God dammed loud! Outside, and (surprisingly enough) inside as well.

Naruto turned into a room, smiling widely. He might have had an outrageously large lunch, but hey, he was a big eater. Fara wouldn't mind if he sneaked, unnoticed, into the kitchen. He would just sneak in, take some ice cream, and sneak out. A perfect plan, if he didn't say so himself. Well apart from the fact that someone was standing in front of the fridge, rummaging around in search of something.

Damn. His perfect plan would be foiled. The man turned towards Naruto, a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"So you too, heh?" The boy smiled, showing an unnatural amount of very sharp-looking teeth.

"Mhh..." Naruto answered, nodding, "except, I was going for something slightly more substantial than water." he continued, opening the freezing compartment at the top of the fridge. The other boy headed for some cupboards, taking out two bowls and two spoons. Naruto stared, perplexed.

"Can't you count?" Naruto asked him. The other boy laughed.

"You seem to be mistaking me with someone else. You're the one that has trouble with numbers. Remember?" He pointed to himself "One," and then at Naruto "Two."

This was strange. The taller boy seemed to practically live on water and meat. So why did he suddenly fancy ice-cream? Naruto decided not to make more of a fool of himself than he already had. He just took out the ice-cream, and served a generous portion into each bowl.

"Come on. Let's go see the others." The taller, black haired boy said, taking one of the bowls. Naruto took up his own, leaving the rest of the ice-cream on the counter.

As they went back into the corridor, Naruto noticed that in the light, the black haired boy's hair suddenly had blue reflexions.

Strange, he thought to himself.

Not really, a voice contradicted him.

Typical. You have to show up whenever I don't understand something.

Well, he is stuck with Isonade isn't he? Naruto paused slightly.

Yeah, I guess you're right...

Of course I am. Naruto growled audibly. The boy in front of him barely glanced back at him. He was used to it. Though Isonade surely couldn't be as bad as Kyuubi, he thought, shuddering slightly. Poor Naruto.

As they came onto another very big room, the black haired boy headed towards a white haired girl and handed her the ice-cream.

"AH HAH!" Yelled Naruto, suddenly comprehending what had happened earlier, and scarring most of the people in the room with his outburst (except, well, most of them really. They happen to be very... Stoic, people.) The boy was on a water and meat diet after all!

The little dog sniffed around the only plant that was his height. He was frustrated. Not only had his master put him on the floor and then ignored him completely for an extended amount of time, but the woman he was talking to was not looking pleased. She wasn't even looking at Kiba. She was continuously glaring at the little dog.

Then the little dog lifted his leg.

She threw herself across her desk, making Kiba fall unceremoniously onto his butt, (to his great embarrassment, he let out a high girlish scream) and scattering all her pens and papers in every direction. She landed hard on the floor (at least that was something to be thankful for. She could have landed on Kiba!), and got up in a flash in time to see...

The little white dog scratching his ear.

She opened her eyes wide.

"False Alarm!" she cried joyfully. Then she looked at all her desk appliances scattered all over the floor. She glowered at the dog. The sadistic white fluffy thing seemed to be grinning, ad she was almost sure that this time, it was not her imagination. Maybe when he had pretended to rip apart an important document. Maybe when he had pretended to vomit on her beautiful carpet. But not this time. No. The dog was really making fun of her. She took on a menacing pose. No little dog could intimidate her!

Then, the little dog sneezed, and Shizune, even when she knew that it was the worst thing she could possibly do went "Awwwww" before running forwards, picking up the dog, and embracing it, tightly.

"Awwww!" she repeated "My little Maru's so cuuuuute. Look at his wittle wittle shneeze!"

Kiba, who was still sitting on his butt, was so startled that his head followed his rear end, making contact with the carpet. (The one Akamaru had pretended to vomit on). The fact that the back of his head connected with a pair of scissors was very significant in the act of forming a giant bump on the back of his now very, very sore head.

It was at that very moment that Jiraya chose to come out of Tsunade's office. That was not extraordinary. He had very bad timing, and had had the foresight of making his apprentice acquire that trait too. That was legendary. No, what was extraordinary was that Jiraya did not notice the mess in the room. Generally, he would have jumped at the occasion to join in the fun. But today...

As Kiba looked up at him, all he could think was that whatever her and Tsunade had discussed must not have been pleasant. At all. Actually, for Jiraya to look and act like that, there were a surprisingly few amount of images that he could come up with (one of the ones he did come up with was Jiraya walking into public baths for girls, and then only having old grannies to look at. And then a hoard of ugly gay men coming after him. And then Tsunade beating him up for hos inappropriate behaviour. And then being laughed at by Naruto.) so you can imagine how troubled he seemed.

"C'mon Kiba." the spiky white haired man ordered "We're going. Bye Shizune." Kiba took Akamaru from a wailing Shizune before following his tutor out the door. He wondered if Jiraya would tell him anything. Probably not, considering they were dealing with Orochimaru.

Although it is besides the point, the very professional Secretary that Shizune was and always will be has become temporarily slightly less professional. She still acts like one, God forbid, but she only acts like one now. Behind her facade lies a completely different story. The woman's heart having been stolen by a small, white, cute, adorably, sneezing ball of fluffy fur that people dare call Akamaru instead of the beautiful name Maru, which he most obviously deserves, she can no longer do anything but try to find ways of making him hers. Unfortunately, when she tried asking nicely, Kiba blatantly refused. So, behind that very professional secretary demeanor hides a mind broiling with (relatively) illegal strategies to acquire what, by rights, is hers.

But, as I said, this is besides the point. ).

Jiraya lay back into his armchair, his beer in his hand. He was thinking back to everything Tsunade had told him. He shuddered, recalling her words.

"He was doing... experiments. Crazy experiments. On people. Not only adults either. He also did many on children. Babies. Foetuses." He closed his eyes, trying to block it out. He knew it would help him with his investigation, but having to consider it at home... all the time. It was horrible. There wasn't a word that described how it would make a person feel. Unless you were actually as evil and crazy as that bastard was, you wold feel scared 1. Terrified even. But to think that his old mate had done the unthinkable...

Jiraya Shamin, Tsunade Sanin and Orochimaru Sumin. At an early age, they had been in class together, with a teacher of renowned status. Orochimaru had been the dark creepy kid, Tsunade the smart girl with a bad temper, and Jiraya, the moron. They had always argued, but they could get along. When they reached the age to leave their teacher for independent studies, Jiraya had gone straight for police officer, Tsunade for medical studies, and Orochimaru for a mix of medical, chemistry, and something that for the life of him, Jiraya couldn't grasp the mere concept of. It made Jiraya sick to even think about it.

He had to find that bastard. Not only had he ruined the lives of nine innocent children (who weren't even that at the time) but he continuously invaded the inspector and his apprentice, which infuriated everyone.

Speaking of apprentice, Kiba had been with him for years now. Maybe it was time to change that... He'd have to ask Kiba what he thought.

Again, and not for the last time that night, Jiraya Shamin sighed.

Sasuke dropped down from the tree he had been perching in. No more stalling, he told himself. Lord Orochimaru would be so mad at him. He had been gone longer than the man had ordered. He wouldn't really be punished, but Orochimaru would probably think twice before sending him anywhere for a while. Oh well. It was worth it.

He walked peacefully towards the stairs that led to the underground base where Orochimaru was currently hiding. Well, when it was put like that, it sounded easy and obvious to find. It wasn't quite so in reality. The stairs were actually concealed by a boulder. A fake boulder of course, but a boulder nonetheless (to anyone that wasn't into the secret, and nobody was into the secret, unless Orochimaru had told them himself. That naturally made very, very few people. And less even than that.)

Pressing at exactly the right place for the eye scan and the keyboard to come out, Sasuke knew his few days of freedom were over. Now that Orochimaru knew that he was back (the man would know he was back within seconds of him setting foot on the ground, 100 meters around the -fake- boulder), he would be needed for many different things. Like experiments. Experiments that Naruto had been put through. He was working for the man that had made Naruto what he was. But that could not be helped. Sasuke had to go through this to attain his goals. And being Sasuke Uchiha, his goals were more important than anything else.

Sasuke typed in the code and put his eye to the retina scanner. He pulled back as the boulder opened, letting him safely down the winding stairs. As he reached the bottom, he made out a figure with grey hair.

"Kabuto."

"Sasuke. You took long. Too long. He's angry."

"Well, I'm here now." Sasuke shrugged. "How did it go?"

1. I'm sorry to say, but there really are some crazy scientists. For expample in World War Two...

Meh, well that's that. Mhhh... Review, please.

I've just found out that I had a great love for drawing with Chineese ink... Although that doesn't quite mean much to you... But I also found out that I loved playing with this Shizune...

Shizune: Look, Kiba, (in a professional secretay-like voice) you really should be more considerate, I mean, I'm sure he want to be with me, really.

Kiba: -scoffs- Yeah right. Piss off.

Shizune: (pleading) Well, at least half time then?! Please! -Kiba slams the door in her face- (She screams) YOU CAN'T KEEP ME AWAY FROM HIM! YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T!

That was Shizune failing to talk sense into Kiba. This scene unfortunately leads to more illegal activities for our professional secretary.