Sorry guys but this one is kinda short because my stupid computer had a virus and my brother had a fuss over it. I know I said it is going to take a while but…I kinda got bored of studying and so I made a small chapter. Please review, it makes my days bright also thank you English Illiterate for helping once again.

Chapter.8 What the hell is-NARUTO!

Naruto opened his eyes and blinked groggily as he took in his surroundings. He yawned sleepily, stretching like a cat before rolling tiredly to the edge of the bed and landed on the ground with a loud thump.

"Ow…" Naruto mumbled, rubbing his head. He peeked over the bed at his dad, who was still sleeping, and grinned evilly, a plan to wake his father forming in his head. The blond stepped away from the bed and backed into the wall before running at the bed and launching himself into the air, at Minato's stomach, intent on belly flopping onto his father to give him a rude awakening. Naruto's plan was foiled, however, when the older blond's instincts kicked in, allowing Minato to catch the flying blond in mid-flop and set him back down on the floor, grumbling in irritation all the while. Naruto toddled to the side of the bed and blew into his father's ear, eliciting another ire filled groan before Minato made a blind grab for the pillow and squashed it over his face and ears, grumbling into the pillow. He fell back into slumber.

"Daddy, wake up!" Naruto whined, shaking his father.

"Ugh… Five more minutes," Minato mumbled into the pillow, pulling it further over his ears.

Naruto sucked in air and bloated up his cheeks in frustration before climbing back onto the bed and jumping around his father, feeling the springs compress furiously each time he landed. Minato tried his best to ignore his son, but the young blond's bouncing caused his body to move to the side of the bed. Naruto, seeing his father's body move closer towards him, bounced over to the other side and continued jumping. A few minutes of rolling around the bed, Minato finally fell off like his son before him.

Minato landed in a squat and gave the young blond a withering glare, the adrenalin from falling off the bed jolting him awake.

"Holy!" Minato yelled in anger when he glanced at the clock and found that his son had waked him up at 5 in the morning. The duo moved to the living room as Minato prepared breakfast, the latter deciding to visit his sensei.

'He's probably at the hot springs…peeking,' Minato sighed inwardly as he carried the food out and set them on the table where he found Naruto playing with a length of blue cloth with a piece of metal bearing Konoha's insignia sewn onto it.

'Wait a minute. Where'd he get that?' Minato then realized that his hair was covering his eyes. He remembered he'd left it in the bedroom and rushed to check.

'I didn't even sense him take it. Sure, I was cooking, but I should have been able to sense him, regardless,' Minato mused as Naruto walked up to the older blond.

The younger blond tugged at his father's pants and pointed to the headband before pointing to his forehead when he got Minato's attention.

"You want to put this on?" Minato asked gently, receiving furious nods for an answer. Minato smiled placidly before lifting the headband from his son's hands and tying it on the latter's forehead. The headband was slightly too big and drooped over the young blond's eyes, but the latter ignored it and beamed cheerily at his father.

A few minutes later, Minato and Naruto found themselves taking a stroll in the park. Naruto's head swiveled from left to right at dizzying speed, trying to take everything in at once. 'He made you suffer. He destroyed your life.

Why don't you hate him?' rang out in his head. The young blond's head jerked upwards, his feet stopping. Minato looked at the young blond curiously as he shook his head furiously.

Uchiha Sasuke was playing with the paper shuriken Itachi had made for him to keep him occupied while the older of the two had to report for duty. The raven haired boy was bored most of the time, not being able to leave the house.

As such, he loved sneaking into his brother's room and steals anything that looked like it could keep him busy for the time being. Sasuke ran down the hallway, ignoring his mother's distressed cries telling him to stop, and making his way towards his brother's room. He opened the door and began to forage through his brother's things, looking for something to entertain himself.

"What's this?" Sasuke pulled a light blue scroll from Itachi's drawer, turning it over in his hands and trying desperately to read the character on the scroll,

"Er… huh? What is this…? Cha-rada…Cha-rata…Cha-raka?" Sasuke found it interesting and thus took it with him to his room for further investigation. He flopped down on the bed on his stomach and started to read,

"Cha-ra… Char-k-a is…a…what?" Sasuke failed to read the contents of the scroll and decided to get rid of it with the easiest method that he knew of. Tossing it out the window. Unfortunately, his father had been standing just outside his window, the scroll beaning him on the head.

"What the…? SASUKE!" Sasuke's dad yelled up at the window.

"Oh crap…" Sasuke mumbled.

Two figures stood on the Hokage monument, looking down on Konoha. One of them was the death god and the other had messy blond hair and was clad in normal Konoha Jounin attire.

"Humans are such weird creatures…" the Shinigami mused.

"…" the blond stayed silent.

"Sacrificing your soul for his. How pathetic," the Shinigami jeered and again received no response.

"SPEAK MORTAL!" he commanded loudly.

"I am terribly sorry Shinigami sama…" Arashi replied politely, his body sinking into a deep bow.

"Very well… It seems that you wanted to give your soul in order to make up for the things that you did to him in the past, am I correct?" the death god asked, his visage and tone devoid of all emotion.

"Yes…sir…I have treated him badly and…" Arashi trailed off.

"Continue, mortal," the Shinigami ordered.

"Ever since my wife died, I quit being a ninja. I was always depressed and became addicted to sake. I was always drunk and never took care of him, treated him like dirt and constantly hit him with a whip. He was only 3 years old at the time," Arashi explained sadly.
"But seeing him so happy and with a son of his own is enough for me. I know that there's no way for me to redeem myself in his eyes, but then again, he's always been too forgiving. I don't mind an eternity of servitude to you, as long as Minato gets to live the rest of his life. His mother would be so proud," said Arashi, tears welling in his eyes as the sun bathed the two in a golden hue.

"Humans really are… interesting," the Shinigami chuckled.

A/N: There you have it….Please review…Sorry I am kinda depressed *sighs* I just wanna asked..When should Jiraya appear?