Chapter 7: The Arrival of the Konoha Elite Tracking Squad

The Elite Tracking Squad stood on the border on of the desert that surrounds the Sand Village. Silent was all about nothing moved in the relentless heat, miles back trees had withered and crisped in the sun that never end. Their mission was to capture Uzumaki Naruto, and he was resting in the middle of the desert. Kiba looked on, hoping for any sign of life. There wasn't any life form, not that he hadn't expected it. "oi, you there!" pointing at a female Tracker Nin with her bull dog. "Have you filled the canteens to the fullest and taken all that you can drink? Once we enter the desert the odds of us finding any water are slim, if not zero. Let the dogs drink as much as they can too. The dogs will consume more water than us. Wet your cloths so the heat doesn't cook any of your skin… place cold water over your head, that odd to keeps you from sweating."

Anakamaru padded beside Kiba. His tail wagging, providing a small breeze. "lets go… we can't stay here till night fall. The scout that spotted us, will make it to the Sand Village before us. If Naruto knows we are coming, he would make a run for it." Taking the first step into the desert, with the others following shortly behind.

------- Sand Village -------

The sound of moaning erupted from the Sand made house. The house that Naruto now resides in, Jiraya hurried on with his fruit basket in his hands. "Naruto is in pain…" he wondered, quickening his pace. Bursting through the door, Jiraya took a step back from the image of Naruto… apparently the girl was murdering Naruto, she had her fist to his face. Naruto had his shirt ripped off, and was laying on the floor panting.

"Naruto… what are you playing at?"

The girl stopped her brutal assault, storming out of the door. The blonde ninja couldn't help but grin. "She likes me!"

Jiraya could only shake his head, at his baka (Stupid) apprentice. "Naruto, we have some problem. The Elite Konoha Tracking Squad is now probably somewhere in the desert, they have orders to capture you. If they capture you, they will take you back to Konoha and I fear they might execute you for the murder of the female ANBU. No-one gets a escape from capital punishment. Even the Hokage will get killed for murdering an innocent, if a Hokage is above the law then there is no law."

Grapping his shirt, he wore it. "I know that. But I don't want to run away forever, so I'm not running to another country. I'm going to wait for them, because I didn't kill any ANBU. So there's nothing for me to fear." He answered leaning against the door. "I'll be waiting for when they come… Ero-Sensei, maybe you should run. I won't be with you, I will be here."

"Naruto… I'll probably, not be with you this time. I have to do some research, on Zabimaru. I recently came back from the Kazekage's office. They have reports indicating that Water Nins are moving against Konoha at the moment with Zabimaru leading the Army." Pulling Naruto into a hug, "Be-careful…"

Naruto smiled, enjoying the moment. "Jiraya, what about Sasuke?"

"No-one knows…"

"How did he get an Army of Water Nin?"

Pushing his student away. "The Warlord's army and he sent envoys to the other Villages they gathered under his banner."

----------Sand Village ---------

"Kiba-sama, the Sand Village is dead ahead." Gesturing at the wide open fortify doors of the Sand Village.

Signing Kiba, rolled his eyes. "I notice, the problem is how we are going make it within the Village without getting spotted by guards."

The female Tracker, looked carefully at the shimmering gates. "Kiba-sama, there's someone at the gate staring here. I can't see clearly but I think his wearing a Konoha headband."

Stirring from his thought he looked over the boulder. "Naruto?" he rubbed his eyes. "Looks like he knows we are here. Lure him outside the walls of the Sand Village. We don't want anyone interfering, when we are going to kill him. Don't show him our numbers yet, other wise he might just return to the safety of the walls."

Naruto observed the Tracking Squad retreat several meters from their hiding spot. Urging him away from the safety of the Sand Village, every meters they looked back, waiting for him to pursue. Half turning, he stopped. A white dog catch his eyes, then his master came into view. "Kiba?" without any though to his decision he gave chase.

"Kiba!"

Hearing the yelling blonde ninja, Kiba knew his plans had worked in his favour. "Baka (Stupid)" his flashed his hands, signalling halt. The 12 Trackers including him, froze. Nodding at each of the Shinobi they leaped away, leaving only Kiba behind.

Naruto leapt over the last sand dune, landing infront of his friend. "Kiba, what are you doing here?" shaking the last of the sand off his hair. "There's people around looking for me, I have report implying that they have entered the Sand border."

"And are you with them? I saw you just now…"

Kiba hide his shock behind a nervous laughter. "Uzumaki Naruto, you have been declared an S-Rank Nin in the Leaf Village. You can't escape this… the inevitable."

"When did you become so formal… Uzumaki Naruto" his feet stirring under the sand, as he answered Kiba. Chakra entering the sand by the heels of his foot, hardening it in the process.

For Kiba it was now or never. "Elite Tracking Team, Now! Release the trap, Cage him…!!!" iron bars snapped shut around Naruto. With Chakra at its core, it was indestructible. Nothing could penetrate it, or destroy it. "Kiba, that was tricky you know!" quoted Naruto. "Using Henge – to disgust the cage as some rocky outcrop in the desert, now trapping me in this impenetrable cage."

"That's the job of an Elite Tracking Team… isn't it?" The Konoha ninja cleaned the flirty sand from their cloths as they rouse from beneath the sand. A Tracker rouse from his slumber with a golden handle sword. "Kiba-sama… your sword for the final kill…"

Kiba held the sword in his hands, rotating it. Weighing it, measuring it, this was the sword to finish his mission. Drawing back, he lunged forward in between the iron bars and into the small cage. It was a 100 accuracy, a 100 fool-prove plan to murder the Kyuubi vessel. The sword grinned along the iron bars, but kept at its pace. The tip lustres for red sweet sticky blood. Sparkles flew as the sword when inner through the bar.

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I have decided to stop updating the story continuously. I will after I finish this story… hehe.