yeah, I know, forever right?
ren-ren - renanoa
If there was one thing Naruto hated more then Roaches (1. yes capital R. 2. fear and hate are different) it was Nyra's all or nothing attitude toward certain things that wined up on his shoulders. Like her revenges against the boys (Aka Fang and forced) for peeping in the showers. Which not only did in the people being revenged against but Naruto also.
Which still didn't explain why she has to make everything so complicated. A simple, simple little thing like dye in the boys' shampoo. Naruto preferred Nyra's so he wouldn't get caught in it. Or even if she warned him not to go down the hall where she had set the trap would be nice and maybe the plan would of worked.
She didn't.
The plan didn't.
And now Naruto, who was having a rather calm day and innocently going to put laundry away in the boy's rooms, was sneaking to Nyra's room that was downstairs, past a lot of door less rooms, where any of his teammates could be, and on the opposite side of the orphan home that was almost the size of The Forest of Death, in a lovely little stripper ninja outfit that was a little more then a little too small because it was made to fit Fang, not Naruto.
Fang was almost a head shorter then him.
Naruto peeked around the corner. He took a deep breath. He'd have to find Nyra, too. He had tried to take it off. Really. He was going to take it off and put some of Fang's clothes, though too small, would be less revealing and all that then this was. Because, seriously, he was lucky that his black briefs weren't shredded with the rest of his clothes because those were almost already hanging out. Almost.
And he had a really bad wedgie. So maybe he really wasn't lucky.
Naruto quickly walked around the corner and down the hall. His eye caught Nyra waiting near a hole -- impatiently -- waiting for Fangs cries of embarrassment. He looked around the corner and didn't see anyone else.
"Nyra!" He whispered. The girl replied with a face. Naruto stepped out a little more so Nyra could see her and he could see her face pale. Quickly she ran over to him.
"Naruto!" She whispered.
"Thanks for the warning." He muttered. "Grab the skissors and meet me in your room."
She nodded numbly and ran to the kitchen. Naruto could help himself from calling out, "Don't run with the skissors!"
He could feel her roll her eyes at him. He couldn't blame her either, it just made him feel like a tard. A really big tard.
He checked around the corners until he reached Nyra's room safely. No Sakura, no Kakashi and most thankfully, no Sasuke. Naruto took the bed cover and rapped himself in it.
Jeebs, how humiliated he would be if they had seen him? Sakura and Kakashi would never let him live it down and Sasuke... Naruto almost didn't wan to think what would happen if Sasuke found out. Blackmail, slavery, and let's not for get he'd practically be giving the golden medal to Sasuke.
Naruto's heavy sigh covered the squeaky door opening and allowing padded footsteps inside. Sasuke wondered what Naruto was doing; he needed someone to clean up the paint some of the smaller kids had happily spilled all over the floor. Sakura had left to go to medical training a half an hour ago and Sasuke presumed Kakashi left just because he wanted to. Sasuke didn't feel like cleaning it himself.
When he spoke, Naruto jumped and flicked his head around to see Sasuke, his face as pale as the caramel-vanilla cream color of the bed sheet rapped around him, if not without a hint of a dreaded blue -- maybe a sick green.
"Dobe, you need to clean up spilled paint in the crafts room."
"Do it your," Naruto swallowed, "self, bastard."
"No."
"Hey, I got-- Oh, Sasuke, the kids in the craft room seemed to be looking for you, something about spilled paint that the little kids walked through and got on the carpet."
Nyra noticed Naruto's and Sasuke's skin toned matched, and it hit a switch in her mind. She reacted quickly to it and hid behind the wall next to the open-out door in the hallway. She knew when Naruto paled, it wasn't good. It could only possibly mean three things and each thing had a special tint to it.
1: Pale with an obvious shade of green -- sick, can't take care of kids.
2: Caramel-vanilla cream with a hint of blue or green -- frightened or in dread.
3: the color he was now (and worst of all three) -- he was in dread and uberdupersuberextrawitholdmoldwhipcreamandstrawberriesontopsurepextremlyextra (AKA really really really) mad.
When Naruto spoke, his voice low and gruff so much that Sasuke almost didn't here him. Sasuke did and something in his instincts told him if he didn't it was the couch for a year -- whatever that meant. So he left and went to get some soy milk, like Naruto told him to do. As he walked through the door Naruto let out this vicious scream that made Sasuke almost piss his pants and he put chakra in his feet and left for the store.
Sasuke felt slightly idiotic, but smart at the same time.
Nyra poked her head through the door. "C-can--"
"Get it off -- NOW!"
Nyra did so and left, glad that her ovaries were still in her body.
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Naruto wrung out the towel and sprayed the carpet cleaner on the last foot-print stain. He was fully aware that his kids watched him, slightly hungry, but highly aware they would have to wait. He was pretty sure he heard Sasuke's stomach once too, when he went to get clean water from the kitchen.
He had thought about blaming Sasuke for the mess, but who was he kidding? It wasn't Sasuke's fault that he had watch the kids, though he could of done a better job of doing so. Next was Nyra, but quickly dismissed her as she had every right. Fang shouldn't have forced the kids to go peep on the girls with him. At least the kids were nice enough to pretend to close their eyes!
He scrubbed harder as the suds grew both in size and a orange-cream color covering the stain. Dumping the cloth in the bucket, picking the the suds with the cloth and dumping the cloth back in the bucket and repeating until he was able to see all the paint was gone. He gazed over back into the crafts room where the orange paint was drying on the tile, but hey! All the orange on the carpet was gone.
He still sighed. What a waste of paint.
Going over to the tile he cleaned the easy to wipe foot prints of paint before doing the same thing he did on the carpet without the carpet cleaner.
When he stood his kids all took a step back, no doubt they heard him yell.
"Narwu-n-nii?"
"Yes, Ren-ren?" The little boy looked at him. His cute little green eyes looking at Naruto and filled to the brim with tears. Renanoa opened the mouth to say something before he started to sob.
"I'm sowry!" He cried. Naruto smiled lovingly at the child and stroked the tears from the six-year-old's eyes with his thumbs. His hand lifted the kids face up to meet his because it had looked away during the apology.
Kissing the kid's forehead, Naruto leaned back and smiled. "It's okay, as long as you never do it again. Promise?"
Renanao nodded and looked at his orange feet.
"Alright, fend for yourselves, then feed Sasuke, but leave at least two cookies for Ren-ren and me."
"Okay," The group said together.
Naruto stood, picking up Renanoa and placing him on his hip. Sasuke from the sidelines, grieving what may happen if the kids ate then fed him as Naruto told them to do, thought it cute as Naruto tickled Renanoa's feet and probably took the kids to take a bath.
"Nyra?!" Naruto called from where ever he was.
"I disabled them all, I promise!"
Peace out yo!